My name is Kacey...if you care to know.
I write poetry occasionally, but my primary passion is art.
I don't like a lot of people, and probably will not ever like a lot of people. It is a personal interest of mine.
I try to be nice to the best of my ability, but apparently that has failed multiple times. I am a firm believer in Kharma, and do believe in the power of its message.
Though, I will point out that if you are rude to me, I will be just as rude back. Call it poor ethics, but I am certainly not one to be pushed around.
I have the best friends I could ask for, and they are the most dedicated I have ever known. I can honestly say that I would be dead without them.
I am thankful to be here today.
Live life like you were dying today, because chances are, you probably will.
I write poetry occasionally, but my primary passion is art.
I don't like a lot of people, and probably will not ever like a lot of people. It is a personal interest of mine.
I try to be nice to the best of my ability, but apparently that has failed multiple times. I am a firm believer in Kharma, and do believe in the power of its message.
Though, I will point out that if you are rude to me, I will be just as rude back. Call it poor ethics, but I am certainly not one to be pushed around.
I have the best friends I could ask for, and they are the most dedicated I have ever known. I can honestly say that I would be dead without them.
I am thankful to be here today.
Live life like you were dying today, because chances are, you probably will.
- Last seen on Oct 22 2:36 PM. Member since November 20, 2008.
- I'm a emerald dog poet for 5 comments.
- I am a 17 year old woman from California (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm modeling, drawing, cooking.
- I have 5 comments, 8 poems
My Poetry
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Repeating, always defeating a primal face gliding through time with a high for life and a passion for competition,
Never cared to listen o24 lines, May 7 -
It's funny how you were never there, never cared, never shared a moment of my life
Degrading me, changing me and berating me like a slave in a cage -
The autumn sun dissipates behind a cold brick wall
Ultra violet rays break through porcelain masks of stagnant pride20 lines, March 6
