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Name :: Bobbie *mumbles last name*
B-day :: July 28 (woo!)
Contacts :: please(!!) tell me if you're gonna e-mail/IM me there...
Journal thing ::
http://www.myspace.com/clicheme




I am a collection of things. You know how people have collections, like dolls or cards? Well, I am the collection of thoughts, caught up in one person. I eat, breathe, and sleep thoughts.

I have actually tried not to think a few times, although every time I ended up thinking over and over again, "I'm not thinking," only to realize that that very thought was actually a thought.

I have so many that, in fact, I cannot keep them inside. So I share my thoughts, my feelings, my on-goings and my experiences with people. Whoever wants to read them. Whoever wants to think that my thoughts aren't worthy, or whoever wants to think that they are beholding of great value. Or whoever just wants someone to think for them instead.

A note on them...

I am a firm believer that whatever a person writes is a little of the writer. With that, I bear my life to those that read my poems or my stories, and I open myself to anyone who can read. Or listen, if having it read to you is more your style. So, with that, I put myself in a very vulnerable state.

Crazy, huh?

  • Last seen on Jul 26 7:32 PM 2008. Member since June 21, 2004.
  • I'm a aventurine thought poet for 57 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "eww...moldy cheese smells bad.".
  • I am a 19 year old girl from Missouri (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
  • I have 57 comments, 38 poems, 7 stories

My Poetry

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My Stories

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  • Signed With Love (part three)
    Just last night, I flipped on the T.V. in my room and tuned it to a channel that played music videos.  It wasn’t much, but it sufficed for the moment.
    I drifted off to
    1340 lines, 3 comments, January 12, 2006. In <200 lines, Depression, Other
  • Signed With Love (part two)
    Today, I rode the bus to school.  It was raining, threatening lightning and thunder.  I had to get up extremely early to catch it when it dropped me off fifteen minut
    1471 lines, 1 comment, January 12, 2006. In <200 lines, Depression, Other
  • Signed With Love (part one)
    Just when you thought your life couldn’t get any worse, someone drops a bomb on your head.  Ironic, isn’t it?  The worse thing doesn’t happen to you; it takes your fr
    1915 lines, 1 comment, January 6, 2006. In <200 lines, Depression, Other

Guest Book

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  • illegalfairy on August 30, 2006
    yeah i still get on but not much. i don't really have time between work and school. which really sucks cuz i've been trying to get a story that i wrote typed up and put on here and it's taking weeks between each chapter. oh well it's not like anyone's reading it. but yeah now that i can get on the computer in my otc class i'm going to try and be on here more often.
    later
  • Weepingfiddler on August 23, 2005
    I eat babies
  • illegalfairy on June 14, 2005
    hey bobbie....are we still going to go to firefall? is michael going? if so i'm not sure i'm going to still go cuz i really don't want to see you to make out..
  • evilpixe on January 15, 2005
    haha think of something, more like someone. hehehe.

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