Wotcher! I'm Ria. But you may refer to me as Shockerloba. Meaning Lightning Struck She-Wolf. My totem animal is a wolf, and the lightning bit... well if you met me, you'd understand.
I was never very good at poetry, read it, but hated writing it, until a talking butterfly called Pink Absinthe introduced me to this site.
I'm not a natural poet, I'm a novelist, or hope to be quite soon. But I try very hard.
I'm also Wiccan, that's a pretty big part of my life which involves feeding, and housing a coven of six teenagers who seem to have made my house their docking point from Drogheda. My parents must love me.
I also like to paint and sing, not that I can. In a few weeks I start college to train to become a primary school teacher. I can't wait, all the children I will corrupt to create my army of tree huggers. We're going to overthrow the irish government and do a victory march on the crusty surface of the boyne river.
So welcome to my page, enjoy the trappings. I appreciate consrtuctive criticism. Nothing Pointless or nasty.
Happy reading and Blessed Be )0(
My favourite quotes;
''There's a light at the end of every tunnel - usually its a train''
''Fly my pretties, fly''
''A Man is the head of the house but the woman is the neck and she can turn the head any way she wants!'' - from My Big Fat Greek Wedding
"I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." - Douglas Adams
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all." - Emily Dickinson
"When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialled in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence." - Brendan Behan
I was never very good at poetry, read it, but hated writing it, until a talking butterfly called Pink Absinthe introduced me to this site.
I'm not a natural poet, I'm a novelist, or hope to be quite soon. But I try very hard.
I'm also Wiccan, that's a pretty big part of my life which involves feeding, and housing a coven of six teenagers who seem to have made my house their docking point from Drogheda. My parents must love me.
I also like to paint and sing, not that I can. In a few weeks I start college to train to become a primary school teacher. I can't wait, all the children I will corrupt to create my army of tree huggers. We're going to overthrow the irish government and do a victory march on the crusty surface of the boyne river.
So welcome to my page, enjoy the trappings. I appreciate consrtuctive criticism. Nothing Pointless or nasty.
Happy reading and Blessed Be )0(
My favourite quotes;
''There's a light at the end of every tunnel - usually its a train''
''Fly my pretties, fly''
''A Man is the head of the house but the woman is the neck and she can turn the head any way she wants!'' - from My Big Fat Greek Wedding
"I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." - Douglas Adams
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all." - Emily Dickinson
"When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialled in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence." - Brendan Behan
- Last seen on Nov 8 3:34 PM. Member since May 8, 2006.
- I'm a lapisLazuli dream poet for 385 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Damned, Dizzy and Desperate".
- I am a 18 year old girl (Ireland)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Student, a Witch.
- I have 385 comments, 38 poems, 12 stories
Poems I'm focused on
My Poetry
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Buried in cold earth Six feet under, was a seed.2 lines, 2 comments, April 27, 2008
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There is a wildness in me
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The rose was such a sweet, fleeting thing, Silky fiery defiance,
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Turning to the west
I seek what lies beneath the waves
My Stories
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A row of terraced houses overlooked the steep banks of the river. An odour like rotten eggs hovered over the skin that caked the fetid water. Overhead a swollen, clear white moon appeared to drift languidly amidst the turbule
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Once out of nature I shall never take1
1913 lines, 2 comments, February 14. In 600-2000 words, Fantasy -
It was dark when the evening coach stopped outside the village. It’s the sort of rural darkness you get in the absence of any artificial light, when above you the stars are so clear it looks as though the sky has been dusted1579 lines, December 12, 2008. In 600-2000 words
Guest Book
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Two eyed cyclopse on April 10, 2007Hi, i sut read your new poem and i liked it alot, i'll go back and comment it in a second. But i had a strong feeling you were into wicca, and i was right. I myself am studying it as well. Just wanted to stop by and say hey. =]
Blessed be.
Monique -
Sarah-Jane Watson on March 24, 2007hey tank you for the comments...its really hard sharing your work isnt it!! and the praise just gave me some confidence!
im checking out some of your poems at the moment...i likes them alot!!xxxxxxxxx -
Pink Absinthe : collaberate? on March 13, 2007dear,
found this
http://allpoetry.com/contest/2339804
what you think?
shall we?
lol
c u soon -
Aurelia-Blue on November 12, 2006hey hunny yeah tis me you found!
