Warmest greetings to everyone!
I must begin with a confession. I do not know where to start. I can be anything. I can be an apple, a lampshade, a homeless person, a prostitute, a vampire, a saint, an idealist, an ice skating kangaroo or perhaps a tree...or a worm. This is a constant conflict that must never end. This is a blessing and a curse which must never expire. Perhaps I am mad. Perhaps you are mad. Maybe it doesn't even matter. Can't we just get along? I will keep my killer stuffed animals under control this time. I promise.
(This might not end well...)
In any case, I have not been writing seriously for a long time but I used to write everything from haiku to free verse to sestinas and pantoums, and so on and so on...You get the picture. I'm special. Happy little me. Right.
As you might have noticed, I don't take myself too seriously. The only things I take seriously are love, charity, peace, taking a stand, having fun, and all that fluffy fluff people say.
My interests are varied:
Yoga, writing, painting, dressing up and fashion design, makeup, vegetarian cooking, reading, dancing, thrift shopping, RPG's, being intoxicated, sugar rushes, coffee, meditation, anything sick and twisted, sarcasm, computer graphics, psychology, politics, all aspects of theatre, goth subculture, making jewelry, pulling all-nighters, photography, just random cam whoring, thought provoking conversations, horror movies, leopard print on anything, victorian fashion, velvet, gloomy happiness.
I dislike: dishonesty, pretentious people, those who are into gawffic things without knowing anything, people who assume all goths shit bats and vampires...and write bad poetry about them.
Other than that, I am pretty content wherever I am, especially if there is a dancefloor. Shake ya booty! Alright!
Now go read my poetry, you mortal fool!
I must begin with a confession. I do not know where to start. I can be anything. I can be an apple, a lampshade, a homeless person, a prostitute, a vampire, a saint, an idealist, an ice skating kangaroo or perhaps a tree...or a worm. This is a constant conflict that must never end. This is a blessing and a curse which must never expire. Perhaps I am mad. Perhaps you are mad. Maybe it doesn't even matter. Can't we just get along? I will keep my killer stuffed animals under control this time. I promise.
(This might not end well...)
In any case, I have not been writing seriously for a long time but I used to write everything from haiku to free verse to sestinas and pantoums, and so on and so on...You get the picture. I'm special. Happy little me. Right.
As you might have noticed, I don't take myself too seriously. The only things I take seriously are love, charity, peace, taking a stand, having fun, and all that fluffy fluff people say.
My interests are varied:
Yoga, writing, painting, dressing up and fashion design, makeup, vegetarian cooking, reading, dancing, thrift shopping, RPG's, being intoxicated, sugar rushes, coffee, meditation, anything sick and twisted, sarcasm, computer graphics, psychology, politics, all aspects of theatre, goth subculture, making jewelry, pulling all-nighters, photography, just random cam whoring, thought provoking conversations, horror movies, leopard print on anything, victorian fashion, velvet, gloomy happiness.
I dislike: dishonesty, pretentious people, those who are into gawffic things without knowing anything, people who assume all goths shit bats and vampires...and write bad poetry about them.
Other than that, I am pretty content wherever I am, especially if there is a dancefloor. Shake ya booty! Alright!
Now go read my poetry, you mortal fool!
- Last seen on Apr 12 4:58 PM 2008. Member since November 1, 2007.
- I'm a aventurine thought poet for 51 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "I'm sure you'll feel differently about this after a drink or two.".
- I am a 20 year old woman (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm licking random objects and saving the world..


- I am in the groups The Commenting Community
- I have 51 comments, 1 contest, 3 poems
My Poetry
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A poem about distance between people. I think we offend in an effort to avoid offending.
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poetryality on January 27, 2008Thank you for the wonderful comment on my poem. I can't wait to read your first post here at AP.
Much Love ♥
Renee

