Sometimes things get so botled up, the only way to let them loose is to write until your fingers cramp and you run out of things to say. Sometimes, somethings are not meant to be said aloud. Sometimes you can tell the truth better through a poetic disguise. Sometimes they won't judge you if you keep them guessing past the words...
- Last seen on Dec 23 7:30 PM 2008. Member since February 22, 2004.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 104 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "every legend and mystic always begins with a truth".
- I am a 20 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student, playing soccer, or drawing..
- I have 104 comments, 52 poems
My Poetry
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A day, a week, a year? I could not choose
Between the twilight and the dawn, o muse -
The life-blood plummets
Raiding the ground54 lines, October 15, 2006. In Nature -
The ferry cut into the water of the harbor
As dawn slunk across the sandy shore summits44 lines, October 1, 2006. In Nature
