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(Last update to bio: 1-2-07)

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News:
Happy New Year! A new year, a new theme song for myself (Apathetic Way to Be, by Relient K), and lots of new posibilities... I hope.
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"There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again"
-Switchfoot
That's exactly how I feel, but it will never be written, will it?

A little info about myself:

I try to write things that are unique. I hate it when people use cliches for no good reason. (Although an intentional use of cliche can be interesting.)

I really want to know if I'm a good poet or not. Everyone always puts nice comments on my poems and I hardly ever get any critisism, but does that just mean everyone here is too nice?

I've always had a feeling that every little thing influences everything else. One of my favorite quotes is "A butterfly flapping its wings in Japan may cause a tornado in America."

Personal friends (Please check out their stuff. If you feel you owe me a comment but can't find something to say, feel free to check these poets out.):
Katerina Ivanovna
Blue-Skies

Here's one of my favorite songs of all time by Chris Rice: Face of Christ.

He shares a room outside with a dozen other guys
And the only roof he knows
Is that sometimes starry sky
A tattered sleeping bag on a concrete slab is his bed
And it's too cold to talk tonight
So I sit with him instead
And think...

How did I find myself in a better place?
I can't look down on the frown on the other guy's face
'Cause when I get down low and look him square in the eye
I get a funny feeling
That I might be dealing
With the face of Christ

After sixteen years in a cold gray prison yard
Somehow his heart is soft,
But keeping simple faith is hard
He lays bible open on the table next to me
And I hear his humble prayer
And his longing to be free
Someday...

How did I find myself in a better place?
I can't look down on the frown on the other guy's face
'Cause when I get down low and look him square in the eye
I get a funny feeling
That I might be dealing
With the face of Christ

So you didn't choose what day you would be born
Or the color of your skin
Or what planet you'd be on
Would your mind be sharp, would your eyes be blue or brown
Whether Daddy would be rich
Or if Momma stuck around
At all...

So if you find yourself in a better place
You can't look down on the frown on the other guy's face
You gotta get down low and look him square in the eye
You'll get a funny feeling
That you might be dealing
With the face of Christ