I think of life as a big, giant sheet of paper, and my will is a pen. It's my job to just write what I feel anywhere and anytime about anything and everything. Writing is my passion among other things: Animating for comedy, blogging, MySpace, Listening to Green Day, writing my novel and talking to my closest friends. My life is sad... I suffer many things that people either understand or don't. Sure, that's obvious, but once you get to know me, it makes even more sense what I mean by that. One of my struggles is being bisexual, because my mother chooses not to believe me and I get harassed alot. It's what I have to live with, and so be it.
My poetry is a window into my soul, once you've read some of my work, it will be as if you've met me for the very first time, best friend or not. You will never know who I am until you read some of my work. Reading my work is a privilege, a opportunity. It's to be taken seriously.
I am not religious, and I never will be. Religion is a form of segregation and inequality. I care not if others believe in so-called "God", but do not argue with me about faith, and don't force it upon me, for that only proves your selfishness and shallowness, and you wouldn't want that, now would you? It would be a very big shame to you on your "judgment day" as it is against the 1st Amendment: Freedom of speech, religion, press, and opinions. Let's keep it that way.
I am 17 years old, but turning 18 in December, so I placed my age as 18.
My poetry is a window into my soul, once you've read some of my work, it will be as if you've met me for the very first time, best friend or not. You will never know who I am until you read some of my work. Reading my work is a privilege, a opportunity. It's to be taken seriously.
I am not religious, and I never will be. Religion is a form of segregation and inequality. I care not if others believe in so-called "God", but do not argue with me about faith, and don't force it upon me, for that only proves your selfishness and shallowness, and you wouldn't want that, now would you? It would be a very big shame to you on your "judgment day" as it is against the 1st Amendment: Freedom of speech, religion, press, and opinions. Let's keep it that way.
I am 17 years old, but turning 18 in December, so I placed my age as 18.
- Last seen on Nov 13 11:40 PM. Member since July 16.
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, and quote is "Read my poetry, you'll find out.". - I am a 18 year old woman from Wisconsin (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm In school/being lazy.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/jessy-ellen
- I have 24 comments, 47 poems, 1 story, 4 journals
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3025 lines, 1 comment, September 17. In 2000-5000 words, Adult, Fiction, Horror, Humor, Life, Love, Romance, Young adult
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Swine flu, eh? A great, great shame. I'm not entirely sure of what to say about it, except that I do pray my love does not become ill with it. Am I frightened? Yes, a bit. Am I cautious? Not really. Am I prepared? No, not at all. Am I angry? You bet. I'm angry because those who I care for the most will be theOctober 13, In Life, Love, My own personal thoughts, Other, Random, Spur of the moment, Thoughts. 200 words. → Make first comment?
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Pleasantly and silent I sat in the common area in the prejudice education facility I am forced to attend every agonizing day, awaiting my comrades. I decide to write my newest poem, [ Musical Fire ], and wait patiently for the people I so frequently communicate with. Barely half written, my poetry is grabbed and torSeptember 17, In Angst, Bitter, Depression, Friends, Life, My life, My own personal thoughts, Other. 300 words. → 2 comments, Add one?
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This morning consisted of the same routine as yesterday, however I didn't care to shower this morning. I possess no odor and yes I am wearing deodorant, just for that extra kick of goodness. Breakfast consisted of cottage cheese and a bottle of water. It's simple, and it's not but a spoon to wash. The cats are crawlSeptember 10, In Diary, First person, Friends, Life, My life, My own personal thoughts, Nonfiction. 500 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
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Purrsanthema on July 16Welcome to AP!
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Xxpoison.kissesxX on July 16welcome to allpoetry
Nice name
