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My name is Greta, and at this point i'm Eighteen and at the prime of my life, so it feels like.
at some point in my life ide like to live in Montana.
my style can range from dark to wierd (i don't even undertand some of it) to plain shameless.
I live a middle class suburban life and I don't really know where my future is going. That’s very exiting. I’m not always on much between school and whatever else. I feel like i've improved my writing 100% but me still have a long way to go.
This is allot shorter, so that might help’s can be shy but I love making new friends.

My college interests seem to lie primarily in the states of Wisconsin, Montana or Minnesota (where I live) ^^. I think the studies that call to me most are nursing (RN), education English, Education art, or Education Health.

I like writing, painting, hip-hop, reading, advice columns and biking.


~A favorite of Col's~(points below)

"killers with bright grins;
draw you in with glittering eyes,
-eager to watch your fall from innocence.

(childhood seeping from baby's first flesh wound)

we ran to the light,
only to find black sunlight
revealing god's damnation.

(we spent the night at the feet of hell's foot soldiers)

all you know;
is a melody of falsehood,
invented to help you sleep at night."






  • Last seen on Nov 24 10:02 PM 2008. Member since May 4, 2006.
  • I'm a onyx dragon poet for 830 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Creative opression has no place in the human potential".
  • I am a 18 year old girl (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm being a Social Butterfly.
  • I have 830 comments, 207 poems

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  • Ashes of a Shadow on August 26, 2007
    If you get time can you let me know what my latest post is like....I don't get much feedback these days

    Fire scathing the scimitar life
    Knife winking to the razor eye
    You're cocoon is broken
    Your space: taken, wasted; shaken
    Cowards swarm like a dead-kite flicker of bees
    "Down on your knees, slave"
    The shadow-workers reap prophecy language
    Will you beg them a final absolution?
    As they melt your conscious
    Into welded worming metal; slick liquid fury
    Before sunrise hits the lackadaiscal dawn
    Thick with the zombie slur of crimson horizon.

    Now close your eyes....

  • on October 31, 2006
    Like I said before, I found your page again and read a poem. I would read more, but I have neglected homework to finish. ^_^' So, I'll read another tomorrow, and possibly two, or three, or more....
  • Eirlys on August 19, 2006
    yep your right--- your a babbler you do go on!!!! *laugh* but what you wright is great, i to am or lean to be wicca although i was chrisaned, i agree with you alot.... exept i.. um.. usaly sleep at night! ^_^
  • Ashes of a Shadow on August 11, 2006
    I hope you realise every poem I place here is spontaneous and off the cuff...

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