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This silence is getting far too loud.




A little about me:

I feel infantile. (19)
I'm majoring in English and hope to edit and publish (children's?) literature.
By the time I was nine, I'd traveled all around the world and back again.
My mother fostered imagination, compassion, and curiosity in me.
I love arranging music, but lack the skill to create originals or play particularly well.
When my sister isn't busy being an amazing musician, she's a walking comedian and probably the reason that I have the obnoxiously loud laugh that I do.
I can learn many things speedily, but I'm always learning something new
...which is usually why I write.

  • Last seen 11 hours ago. Member since October 16, 2005.
  • I'm a moonstone path poet for 523 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Les blessures se referment vite, mais ça fait mal quand même.".
  • I am a 19 year old girl (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm studying English.
  • I have 523 comments, 1 contest, 41 poems, 7 journals

Poems I'm focused on

  • The emperor called for beauty
    there lies such beauty in the traps
    such terrified beauty
    22 lines, 2 comments, November 22
  • The keeper of the tithing hat
    so it looked about the same
    as a steeple up in smoke/ or a beggar-disguised saint
    28 lines, 13 comments, October 21
  • little bird
    and little one, the world you hold
    won't remain so fantasy pure
    17 lines, 15 comments, September 29
  • The roof is leaking
    We took ourselves in and landed here
    where you could see the bulge of rain falling on a tin roof
    34 lines, 6 comments, September 27
  • Surely one day
    Some books fell in love with her;
    and she, unlike the characters, could not reciprocate.
    14 lines, 20 comments, September 19
  • For Ingrid, who spoke freely
    She was all literature, and never stories.
    Her novel lived, so we read her with our ears.
    30 lines, 9 comments, September 19
  • To my knees
    there is a love lodged in my knees,
    burrowed there after labor days forced it down.
    26 lines, 6 comments, September 19. In Love, Longing, Abstract

My Poetry

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My journal entries

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Guest Book

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  • Kastor : No I don't speak French, but it's fun to pretend. Let's see what google does today. on November 9
    Je dirais que c'est la difficulté de traduire la pensée latérale. Ce traducteur web silly prend les choses étape par étape. Je me demande ce que je voudrais vraiment solide comme en français. Il serait sans doute sembler beaucoup mieux que moi en anglais. Je pourrais dire tout est normal et qu'il sonne mieux. Vous savez, des choses comme: Mia est mon café le matin. My Music Box vents me up.

    Quel sera le traducteur dire sur la façon dont je suis la plaie. T-il me nuire? Il y aura un mouvement de torsion, comme un illuminé? Il sera peut dire que je suis hors d'haleine. Je pense que c'est le point. Ma Mia obtient les engins vont, et quand je succombe à elle que je permettre à toutes les interprétations erronées l'occasion de jouer dans mon coeur.

    Peut-être que je vais prendre tous dans les effets cumulatifs. Mia me pousse à penser la vérité, et pour cela elle me met à sourire.
  • Kastor : It turns all funny in translation. on November 9
    Je n'avais aucune idée de ce que dit votre truc, mais j'ai pensé qu'il pourrait être intéressant. Ce n'était pas intéressant dans la façon dont je pensais, ça m'a donné envie de dire des choses gentilles à vous. Tu es jolie à l'intérieur, il apparaît notamment dans les taches d'encre, je l'espère, la blessure ne ruine pas.
  • Kastor on October 16
    MusicBox!!!!!!

    Still

    Wow

    Lots of you're awesome too!
  • Kastor on September 26
    wow

    no

    wow.

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