I'm not very good at this.
the poetry thing.
I'm a writer.
Spinner of tales.
Weaver of lies.
but poetry always seems to confuse me.
This is a sad attempt at bettering myself.
Bear with me.
the poetry thing.
I'm a writer.
Spinner of tales.
Weaver of lies.
but poetry always seems to confuse me.
This is a sad attempt at bettering myself.
Bear with me.
- Last seen on Oct 18 6:51 PM. Member since November 1, 2007.
- I'm a topaz horse poet for 16 comments.
- I am a 16 year old girl from New Hampshire (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm changing the world. .
- I have 16 comments, 25 poems, 8 stories
My Poetry
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Darkness perches at my door,
waiting for a fateful step.33 lines, April 22. In Thoughts -
Reaching out with broken hands
to salvage what's left of
My Stories
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i.1 / The light is brilliant. blinding-2 / And it's tearing her apart.3 / ii.4 / she paints because it's
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I stared at her as she pulled out a pack of Salem Menthols and brought one to her lips. She flipped open a silver zippo and lit it bringing the flame to the tip of the cigarette. It flared red and she shut the zippo putting i396 lines, July 1, 2008. In <600 words
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She was the kind of girl you ignored for some reason or other. Catching whispers of stupid rumors you thought (knewknew) weren't true but you stayed away from her anyway. You would try to catch her deep blue eyes, but all the
