I play saxophone. i love to dance barefoot in my room and in full regalia in cotillion classes. which i teach. i'm a semi unusual mix of normal and human.
i write. I seek the network of connections that hides in math and life. I wish i could change who i am as easily as i can change who i think i am. I hide from the occasional dramatic moment in operatic melodies on my alto saxophone. I enjoy meticulous monotony. I'm an insomniac. I'm exactly like everyone else you'll ever meet.
truly i am nothing but a trapeze artist and master mason.
i build stone walls.
whats this literacy shit? i don't read.
enough typing.
READ MY POEMS
i write. I seek the network of connections that hides in math and life. I wish i could change who i am as easily as i can change who i think i am. I hide from the occasional dramatic moment in operatic melodies on my alto saxophone. I enjoy meticulous monotony. I'm an insomniac. I'm exactly like everyone else you'll ever meet.
truly i am nothing but a trapeze artist and master mason.
i build stone walls.
whats this literacy shit? i don't read.
enough typing.
READ MY POEMS
- Member since May 22, 2005.
- I'm a diamond love poet for 206 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "dear world. i am super duper tired. love isabel.".
- I am a 16 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a dorable!!.
- Visit my homepage at colerelucide.blogspot.com/
- I have 206 comments, 1 contest, 50 poems, 3 stories
My Poetry
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She couldn't undo that glance, the connection, the inconceivable joy like a crystalline wave and then the deep loss, a yawning chasm in her
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The tender green leaves, the first ones of spring, curled in much the same way as a two sleeping lovers in the first rays of morning. Miela11 lines, 2 comments, January 16, 2007. In story, magical realism
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Why is it always that thoughts i can't put into words at any other time i can perfectly verbalize in the witching hour, when my house is as49 lines, January 10, 2007
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Last night, or was it afternoon, I sat on my roof and stared over at a tree loosing its leaves in yellow fire glory. Early this summer, when i spent nights reve52 lines, October 26, 2006. In Contemporary
My Stories
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I floated, aware but unthinking, alive but unsurpressed, in a seas of amniotic possibilities. I felt unthinkably wonderful and undeniably tragic scenarios waiting to be allowed313 lines, 3 comments, September 22, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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AllyJ on October 30, 2006Allo. I saw you left me a comment and since the "reply" button on here has been a twit lately i wasnt sure if you got it. But yes I know who you are. Hidy ho
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carrot on April 20, 2006
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thefishkitty on March 29, 2006Hello Krome. This is Sam, and I got an allpoetry account! Hurrah!
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carrot on December 4, 2005Yes, I am indeed everywhere!
I am so happy to find people who know of this website. For a long time, I have been the only one who knew of it. I am off to read your poetry!
