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My poetry style is hard to explain. I mostly do poems about emotions, and how I feel. There are a few that I have done that aren't about emotions. Most of my poems don't rhyme, which I guess is okay. I love horses, and drawing. My absolute favourite thing to do, though, is to write stories. When it comes to stories, I can't really explain my writing style. Let's just say, I'm all over the place. I write whatever comes to my mind. I don't care what it is, it goes down on paper. Of course, when I'm finally done a story, it usually goes in the trash. I don't hold my writing in the highest esteem. I always think I can do better. I only like one of my stories, and I've already posted it. At the moment, I've fallen in love with designing tattoos.

  • Last seen on Feb 13 8:18 AM. Member since April 29, 2004.
  • I'm a carnelian hope poet for 114 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "People are emotionally nomadic; something bad happens and we move on".
  • I am a 19 year old girl from California (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
  • I have 114 comments, 59 poems, 3 stories, 1 philosophy

My Poetry

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  • Grasping for sanity, but losing my grip, and falling The sweet abyss welcomes me
    81 lines, 1 comment, October 29, 2007. In other
  • All the knights-in-shining-armour are dead
    28 lines, 2 comments, May 2, 2007. In Other
  • My shadow has been cast
    across your sweet face
    39 lines, February 15, 2007. In love, personal, happiness
  • The words don’t flow
    Quite the same anymore
    80 lines, January 2, 2007. In personal, sad, love, hope

My Stories

  • I sit here on my bed, trying to remember your face, but everything is a blur. Sure I can remember your hair, and I can vaguely remember the
    468 lines, February 2, 2007. In <600 words, Good-bye, Love
  • I will always remember that night. You came to my house when my parents weren't home. You were dating my best friend, but we hadn't always gotten along since our break up. I di
    348 lines, 2 comments, February 18, 2006. In <200 lines, Other
  • Love Once Found, Is Lost
    Allie and her friends sat in front of Mel’s locker. They were all talking about how much fun they had all had tha
    19039 lines, August 29, 2005. In 200-1500 lines, >5000 words, Depression, Romance

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