Hi, I'm Shining eyes, also known as Amelia.
Writing is a large part of my life. I find that it is the main way to express my feelings, and feel that there are few things that are worse than writers block. I have been writing poems for less than a year, but stories for quite a lot longer. However I only finished my first short story in August, after investing in a laptop so I could write anywhere.
Mainly I write poems about my feelings, I find that getting things down on paper is the easiest way to work things out. Other poems I write are humourous ones, I like a laugh... :-) :-)
And personification, which I love aswell.
I hope you like my poetry, leave a message, and a bit of advice if you want, every little helps.
Writing is a large part of my life. I find that it is the main way to express my feelings, and feel that there are few things that are worse than writers block. I have been writing poems for less than a year, but stories for quite a lot longer. However I only finished my first short story in August, after investing in a laptop so I could write anywhere.
Mainly I write poems about my feelings, I find that getting things down on paper is the easiest way to work things out. Other poems I write are humourous ones, I like a laugh... :-) :-)
And personification, which I love aswell.
I hope you like my poetry, leave a message, and a bit of advice if you want, every little helps.
- Last seen on Aug 27 1:36 PM. Member since October 11, 2007.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 77 comments.
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, and quote is Live for the moment. - I am a 15 year old girl (Ireland)
- When I'm not writing, I'm thinking about writing.
- I am in the groups Hopeless Romantics come together
- I have 77 comments, 3 contests
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My Poetry
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"These are Jean's jeans, i'll give you a twirl,"
the girl who wore the Calvin Kleins18 lines, 4 comments, August 23 -
What is under that bridge of childhood fancy?
That stone bridge where trolls abide -
It's the silence of night when my thoughts roam free,
reliving the moment that's sweet in my mind,14 lines, 3 comments, April 28. In Love -
The trees were staring at the sun,
leaves rus'ling in the breeze,
My Stories
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It was Saturday night, or very early Sunday morning. It was a warm night, and the moon shone down, reflecting off the ripples on the water. Michael Kennedy weaved his way drunkenly along the mossy path, his eyes bloodshot and
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The pungent and sickly sweet smell of dying Jasmine filled the poky room, invading every cramped corner. Despite the fact that the weather
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A sterling tale of love, family, dishonour, murder, exploitation, and moral fibre.1 / Part 12 / About one hundred and fifty years ago large shipments of pianos depar2786 lines, March 4. In 2000-5000 words
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- The Lakeshore Murder at storywrite
It was Saturday night, or very early Sunday morning. It was a warm night, and the moon shone down, reflecting off the ripples on the water. Michael Kennedy weaved his way drunkenly along the mossy path, his eyes bloodshot and - The Scent of Jasmine at storywrite
The pungent and sickly sweet smell of dying Jasmine filled the poky room, invading every cramped corner. Despite the fact that the weather was beginning to become warm inside a fire was flickering, holding a conversation wit
