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*OUT OF ALL THE AUTHOR PAGES ON ALLPOETRY YOU HAD TO PICK MINE. MAYBE THE MESSAGES BETWEEN TWO POETS DONT ADD UP TO A HILL OF BEANS BUT IF YOU LEAVE AN INSTANT MESSAGE I'LL GET BACK TO YOU. MAYBE NOT TODAY, MAYBE NOT TOMORROW BUT SOMEDAY. WHO KNOW'S THIS COULD BE THE BEGINING OF A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP!


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MY FAVORITE QUOTE- Every Thing That Is Or Was, All Began With A Dream.,
"What we do in life... Echos in eternity..."- Gladiator



There's Nothing In The Dark. Thats Not There In The Light.
(The Above Is Untrue, When The Lights GO Out. Out Come The Monsters)

I'm 23 years old. I'v lived in Iowa for all of my life, I want to ease into the the writing profession but i still have a long ways to go. Right now i am a certified nurses aid and i like it. I have two younger brothers and one older half sister. I'm an avid romance reader (seriously you should see my bookshelves in my room i basically have my own library, lol)I have one habbit i cant seem to break, you know when your reading a book and it gets to a really mushy part or the main girl or guy does or says something stupid, well i get embarrrased for them and cant read any further, lol i have to actually make myself read it, I'v been trying to break myself of that habbit, but i dont think its ever going to happen.

I have two dogs, two parakeets, and a guinee pig. An overweight chiuahuha(I'll spell it right later named Sammy, A Half black lab half Bassat hound named Luke, Two Parakeets (Errol and Hedwig). And a guimee pig name Astrid. I was always good at making up scary stories to tell my younger cousins on the camping trips we make every year with are family members. It was always fun to scare them out of there wits. hehe., Though more often then not I'd end up scaring the hell out of myself. As for my poetry form, most of my poems usually rhyme, but I do have some that don't. I love writing Poems but I'm basically a story writer at heart. Well enough about me I hope you enjoy my stories and poems.

yours, Kristin
(which is my name by the way!)
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Name- Kristin
Sex- Female
Hair- Dark blonde almost brown.
Eyes- Light Grayish-Blue
Born- January 25, 1986
Height- 5'10

Place- I live in a small town in central Iowa (yay!)

Fav. Color- Red

Music Interests- I love all types, Country, R&B, Soft Rock, basically all types of music. but mostly country, and R&B.

Interests- I love Camping, Boating, Tubing, Swiming, Oh I just love going to Wisconsin and going down Apple River! basically outside stuff! Amd books, endless books and endless reading. nothing is better then the written word.

Fav. T.V. Series- House M.D., Law and Order SVU,and Scrubs., True Blood, and anything else with vampires.

Fav. Movie- Entrapment, Sense and Sensibility,Harry Potter 1-6(of course!)- The Phantom Of The Opera (Gerard Butler is so hot!, lol), and Timeline (Gerard Butler also!), Pride and The Predujust, All 3 Pirates of the Carribean.

Fav. Actress- Julie Andrews (from such movies as- Mary Poppins, Princess Diaries 1 & 2, The Sound Of Music) And of course Kiera Knightly.

Fav. Actor- Alan Rickman (from such movies as- Galaxy Quest, Harry Potter 1-6, Sense and Sensibility, Close My Eyes)

My All Time Favorite Author- Christine Feehan, Jaqulen Frank, Linsay Sands, C.L.Wilson, Johanna Lindsay,
Other Favorite Authours Are As Follows-

Romance- Amanda Quick(Another favorite of mine!), Sandra Brown,

Horror- Stephen King, (Love the movies too!)

Crime/Love-Tami Hoag<READ shes

Fantasy- J.K. Rowling, Roland Green



(just ask me if you want to know anything else!)
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"Those who dream by night, in the
dusty recesses of their minds wake
in the day to find that all was vanity;
but the dreamers of the day are
dangerous men, for they may act
their dream with open eyes, and
make it possible."

~T.E. Lawrence
(Lawrence of Arabia)

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MY ALL TIME FAVORITE BEATLE SONG!

~THE FOOL ON THE HILL~



Day after day, alone on a hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see he’s just a fool
And he never gives an answer.
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eys in his head see the world spinning round.
Well on the way, head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appearss to make
And he never seems to notice.
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.
And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings.
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.
He never listens to them,
He knows that they’re the fools
They don’t like him. The fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
~Robert Frost~

The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood. ~Jean Cocteau, Le Rappel á l'ordre, 1926


No matter how hard or loud the wind blows The mountain will not bow to it.-
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We Are Seven.

_____A Simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.

She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;-
Her beauty made me glad.

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?"
"How many? Seven in all," she said,
And wondering looked at me.

"And where are they? I pray you tell."
She answered,l "Seven are we;
And two of us ar Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.

"Two of us in the churchyard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the churchyard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."

"You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be."

Then did the little Maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the churchyard lie,
Beneath the churchyard tree."

"You run about, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the churchyard laid
Then ye are only five."

"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little Maid replied,
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side.

"My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit
And sing a song to them.

"And after sunset, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.

"The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.

"So in the churchyard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.

"And when the ground was white with snow
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side.

"How many are you, then," said I,
"If they are two in heaven?"
Quick was the little Maid's reply,
"O Master! we are seven."

"But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!"
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"

- by William Wordsworth.
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