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Some people call me a hippy, cause I do things like wear hemp. I love camping and playing hockey and floorball. Seriously, it's a sport.
I talk a lot. At my high school graduation dinner this week I won most talkative student. The volume isn't necessarily an issue but there is a great quantity. I also have a tendancy to get angry, and have been known to rant about the fact that "the universe is against me" and "I'm going to kill everything ever". I have also been known to use the threat "I'll eat your babies" or "I'll kill you dead", and use the word 'epic' way too much.
apparently my goal in life is to save the world
"The end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end"
~TS Eliot
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Some people call me a hippy, cause I do things like wear hemp. I love camping and playing hockey and floorball. Seriously, it's a sport. I talk a lot. At my high school graduation dinner this week I won most talkative student. The volume isn't necessarily an issue but there is a great quantity. I also have a tendancy to get angry, and have been known to rant about the fact that "the universe is against me" and "I'm going to kill everything ever". I have also been known to use the threat "I'll eat your babies" or "I'll kill you dead", and use the word 'epic' way too much.apparently my goal in life is to save the world
"The end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end"
~TS Eliot
- Member since June 6, 2008.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 135 comments.
- I am a 18 year old girl (Australia)
- I am in the groups The Loaf That Loves You
- I have 135 comments, 2 contests, 80 poems, 1 story
Poems I'm focused on
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11 lines, 1 comment, February 4
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18 lines, November 19, 2009
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18 lines, 2 comments, September 16, 2009
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32 lines, 3 comments, September 3, 2009
My Poetry
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16 lines, 2 comments, February 4
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28 lines, 2 comments, February 4
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14 lines, 1 comment, February 3
My Stories
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I crouch next to what was once my house. Somewhere beneath the rubble my mother is calling for me. I do not hear my father.1 / Smoke is in the air, and I cough as I make my way over to where I he341 lines, 1 comment, June 8, 2008. In <600 words
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drkt : ARG... on November 13, 2008I tried to send a message about what prompt I used for my poem... but my computer link-clicker thing is malfunctioning, and keeps re-directing me to this page. SO... *sigh*
I used the prompt from T.S. Elliott's The Hollow Men
... thanks for the contest, it was interesting. I'm not one for love poems, so that was my attempt.
