Hello!
I am Molly Flogginz
though some people call me Ashlee...
or Red
Red Devil...
occasionally I even get "Bob"
I write to express my feelings, usually
on love, life, and sometimes fast food...
I love to read and write
and I adore music.
I would LOVE to receive some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism on my writings...please...
one of my favorites...
W. H. Auden:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I am Molly Flogginz
though some people call me Ashlee...
or Red
Red Devil...
occasionally I even get "Bob"
I write to express my feelings, usually
on love, life, and sometimes fast food...
I love to read and write
and I adore music.
I would LOVE to receive some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism on my writings...please...
one of my favorites...
W. H. Auden:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- Last seen on Sep 3 9:09 AM. Member since June 9, 2006.
- I'm a citrine experience poet for 159 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "A man is only as happy as he allows himself to be. --Abraham Lincoln".
- I am a 19 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm acting like a twelve year old.
- I have 159 comments, 2 contests, 50 poems, 1 story
My Poetry
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There are days when you make
my skin crawl23 lines, 1 comment, September 3
My Stories
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356 lines, June 25, 2006. In <600 words
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Confetti Fairy-x on April 14, 2008ooooh i love that poem on your page, it made me feel empty and happy and want to cry and smile and argh for like an hour when i first read it haha.
thanks again for entering my contest and i am glad my comments were useful to you. i know what you mean about people leaving really irritating comments like "good" lol. tisn't helpful at all.
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Salt Therapy on November 2, 2006Hah! Hahaha! Your name is awesome
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Benny7790 on October 7, 2006Thank you for appreciating my work.. Godbless!
