 I've been writing a book, and am looking to get it published as soon as I can figure out how to do so. Call me optimistic. I enjoy nothing more than reading, writing, and making things.
I love my cat, he's the only one who listens to me, knows when I'm upset, and knows when I want someone gone. He's scared a few people away for me. I don't hold much in the way of personal, close friends. I think it's overrated, because no matter what the person that you trust the most will also be the one there most quickly to stab you in the back. Perhaps a tad bit melodramatic, but I'm speaking from personal experience.
I've had my fair share of health problems, though I'd rather not get into them. Usually I will write poems often, for a few months, then stop for awhile. Mostly it's because I don't have time, or don't have the time to retype them here, because most things I write are hand-written.
I get a lot of my inspirations from the people around me. That being said, most of my poetry is not a compliment. Don't be offended if you see something and think it's about you, it's just brutal honesty, and I don't think that I should have to change anything that I write just because you might read it. Call me cold, but honest with myself is more important than keeping most of you as friends, though I highly doubt you'll ever read anything that I write.
I listen to a lot of different kinds of music, and enjoy doing a multitude of differing things. Most oft though, I've got a pen, pencil, paintbrush, chalk, or something of the like in my hand, and that's what I prefer. Being creative allows one to see oneself more clearly than before.
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Member since June 24, 2005.
- I'm a obsidian idea poet for 645 comments.
- My mood is
 , and quote is "It's not where you take things from-it's where you take them to.".
- I am a
19 year old
girl
from Indiana (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm enjoying the sunlight, reading, washing my car because I can, playing with my cat, having water balloon fights, playing pranks, sitting at steak'n'shake with my friends, or sleeping. .
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/fftl_mr
 - I have 645 comments, 3 contests, 18 poems, 3 stories, 1 journal
My Poetry
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I kept you at arms length, yet you came charging after me
Running from you just hurt us both, and letting you in could destroy me
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Silver silk streams across my neck
a touchstone, a safe place
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Stale air, cold, circulates
oxygen forces itself through a tube
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The air is chilling here
moist and cold
My Stories
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June 24. In >5000 words, Action, Adventure, Crime, Fantasy, First person, Life, Love, Mystery, Romance
My journal entries
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Well, it's complicated, but let's just say that my ex-fiance and I are best friends. And we are. He's about the only person on the planet I talk to, next to two others. I spent all day with him today, and all night with him on the phone last night. It's weird. He lives right down the street from me, but I don't like
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