About myself:
I have always had a love to write things such as: poetry, stories, biographies, journaling,...etc. Most poetry comes pretty easily to me, but it, of course, always turns out better when I take my time on it.
Most of my poetry consists of: Romance in some form, life-changing events, depression, action(although this style is more rare), and many more.
I write whatever comes to me at whatever time. Whether it be a story about brothers or a story about God.
Most kinds of poetry that I write all have hidden meanings in them. I use nature very subtlely, and most of the time it gets so complex that only I could understand it. But I like it that way because then everyone else will take it their own way.
Stories in-progress:
Reverence: A young woman gets kidnapped by rougue terrorists after inventing a new type of healing style. She is known for her medical skills, and can even heal almost impossibly hard injuries. But once she is taken captive her memory is lost; she has no recollection of who she is, or where she came from. So now, with two odds against her, she must fight to survive and regain what she has lost.
I have always had a love to write things such as: poetry, stories, biographies, journaling,...etc. Most poetry comes pretty easily to me, but it, of course, always turns out better when I take my time on it.
Most of my poetry consists of: Romance in some form, life-changing events, depression, action(although this style is more rare), and many more.
I write whatever comes to me at whatever time. Whether it be a story about brothers or a story about God.
Most kinds of poetry that I write all have hidden meanings in them. I use nature very subtlely, and most of the time it gets so complex that only I could understand it. But I like it that way because then everyone else will take it their own way.
Stories in-progress:
Reverence: A young woman gets kidnapped by rougue terrorists after inventing a new type of healing style. She is known for her medical skills, and can even heal almost impossibly hard injuries. But once she is taken captive her memory is lost; she has no recollection of who she is, or where she came from. So now, with two odds against her, she must fight to survive and regain what she has lost.
- Last seen on Nov 15 10:52 PM. Member since December 9, 2008.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 133 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Extremely ecstatic!!!".
- I am a 17 year old woman from California (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Sleeping...Zzzzzzz...Yeah I wish:P.
- I am in the groups The Poets of Nature
- I have 133 comments, 59 poems, 9 stories
My Poetry
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1 lines, 1 comment, November 15
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The question is not what you look at, but what you see.
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8 lines, 5 comments, October 29
My Stories
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The small, square house was only a few feet away, yet my feet began to ache at the thought of trudgeing towards it. Something was wrong,... somthing wasn't right...1191 lines, 1 comment, October 30. In <600 words
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A young girl is given two paths to choose from. But only through nature will she make the right decision.
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Two paths are placed in front of her, and at such a young age, she is forced to chose between what she wants and what she knows she has to
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