Paper.Moon

I'm Kelsie.
I feel I have lost myself as a poet.
I am here in hopes of finding myself.
I want to learn how to get back what I've lost.
I look forward to meeting you all, and receiving your criticism and suggestions.

Last seen on Oct 11 2:19 PM. Member since April 10, 2007.
I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 28 comments.
My mood is , and quote is "Why you wanna see my spine Mommy?".
I am a 17 year old girl from Ohio (United States)
When I'm not writing, I'm I'm always writing.
Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/cupcakeXkissez
I am in the groups A Critical Circle, A Dirty Pretty Group, Drug wrecks and candy pills, Eating Disorders, Gay Lesbian and Bisexuals Group, Independent Women, The Prompt Coffee House, Vocabulary Word of the Day
I have 28 comments, 5 poems, 3 journals

My Poetry

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Reservation

0 lines, 1 comment, March 15
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She is beautiful
She is hollow

20 lines, 5 comments, March 12
Untitled

I can remember my knees were raw
Fragile

19 lines, 3 comments, March 12
Lie to Me

I am entangled in her web of sin
Wrapping myself in every fallacy

20 lines, 2 comments, March 5

My journal entries

Updates

Life is good. People rarely say that on here. But it is. It really is. It's only been good for about a week now...but it's good and that's what counts. 1 I graduated 13 days ago. Almost 14 as there is one minute left in today. I cried a lot. But let's rewind to Class Day. Where the crying began. 2 I tri

June 1, 500 words. → Make first comment?
Esme Kenney

At 3:30 this morning, the body of Esme Kenney was found murdered on Winton road. She was thirteen years old and had left earlier Saturday morning to go for a jog. She never came home and an Amber alert was sent out. This girl went to my school. This young lady walked the same halls as I did. I can't help but wonder

March 8, 200 words. → Make first comment?
Just got to thinking about an old friend

Remember when we used to write things to each other? It started out as letters on looseleaf. You'd come to school with your heart shattered, and I'd go home and try to come up with something inspiring to write you. It was never much. I'm not a good writer. But I trusted you with my bad writing anyway because in some

March 5, In My own personal thoughts, Spur of the moment. 300 words. → Make first comment?