Truthfuly i'm more of an author than a poet, but i tend to write out my feelings, and alot about myself or situations around me through poetry, and fantasys and such through my writting stories.
My sister is the actual poet of the family, and much of the time i feel like a shadow in her shoes, she is also on this website, though i do not believe she knows of my attendance here. Hope you pop in and read her poems some time, shes amazing.
About myself... not much to say, i hope, pray, to travel the world to see all its great beauties... France, Spain, Greece, Italy... pretty much all of Europe including Russia and Egypt.
Drop a line about my writting, not to harsh i beg, but enough to help me learn.
Clem.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
-Albert Camus-
My sister is the actual poet of the family, and much of the time i feel like a shadow in her shoes, she is also on this website, though i do not believe she knows of my attendance here. Hope you pop in and read her poems some time, shes amazing.
About myself... not much to say, i hope, pray, to travel the world to see all its great beauties... France, Spain, Greece, Italy... pretty much all of Europe including Russia and Egypt.
Drop a line about my writting, not to harsh i beg, but enough to help me learn.
Clem.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
-Albert Camus-
- Last seen on Apr 18 4:54 PM 2007. Member since December 12, 2005.
- I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 32 comments.
- I am a 17 year old girl from Texas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Working.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/DancerOfDreams
- I am in the groups Biblical and Christian Conversation
- I have 32 comments, 10 poems, 2 stories
My Poetry
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Support beam, look what you are
Standing with level balance
My Stories
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I rush through the candle lit corridor, screeching cries Echo in my ears. My lungs fill with numerous amounts of air, burning indiscreetly inside my chest. Hesitating, unable t
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Sour smell of the summer flowers perishing as the hint of winter arrives. A light breeze soars about your face, as the sun dances energetically upon your body. Your eyes squint361 lines, December 18, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
