I am a firm believer that poetry can cure any evil, and soothe any broken heart. (I speak from experience.) I find joy in the simple things, and dont' hold grudges for long. Life is too short for all that. I love fiercely, laugh often, and care entirely too much about other's opinions. My family and friends mean the world to me, and if it weren't for all of them, I'd probably be in a far different and potentially creepy place.
I value honesty, and I hope that comes across in my work. I have been told that I am good at capturing images and bringing life into my words.
I'm a hopeless romantic, which also oozes out of every sentence I seem to write, whether I want it to or not. I like hugs, and pickles, and cream cheese, and having a good cry when the occasion calls for it.
I value honesty, and I hope that comes across in my work. I have been told that I am good at capturing images and bringing life into my words.
I'm a hopeless romantic, which also oozes out of every sentence I seem to write, whether I want it to or not. I like hugs, and pickles, and cream cheese, and having a good cry when the occasion calls for it.
- Last seen 1 hour ago. Member since March 20, 2007.
- I'm a citrine experience poet for 152 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Poetry is the soul of man put into words.".
- I am a 21 year old woman from Indiana (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
- I have 152 comments, 1 contest
My Poetry
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11 lines, 2 comments, November 12
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My Stories
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In which Brain learns a bit about the pack.582 lines, October 12. In <600 words
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In which prayers are answered.758 lines, 5 comments, April 6. In 600-2000 words
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In which Elizabeth looses track of the days.
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- Wifwolves Pt. XXXXIII Explanations to Brian at storywrite
In which Brain learns a bit about the pack. - Wifwolves Pt. XXXXII - Awakening at storywrite
In which prayers are answered. - Wifwolves Pt. XXXXI - The Fog at storywrite
In which Elizabeth looses track of the days.
