My name isn't important. Who I am, what I am, what I represent, isn't important either. I am not the people around me, I am not my dreams, or my fantasies. I am not you, or your friend. I am not my family.
What I am is what you are thinking after what I said. I am my writing, the embodiment, the idea. The voice of voices. The thought covered by thoughts. Whispered over by words. I am...
My love for Kellena Nimmons.
What I am is what you are thinking after what I said. I am my writing, the embodiment, the idea. The voice of voices. The thought covered by thoughts. Whispered over by words. I am...
My love for Kellena Nimmons.
- Last seen 2 hours ago. Member since December 15, 2007.
- I'm a topaz horse poet for 18 comments.
- I am a 20 year old person (United States)
- I have 18 comments, 2 poems, 3 stories, 4 journals
My Poetry
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Reaching out with trembling fingers
Slipping through the cracks26 lines, November 2
My Stories
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It was a night like any other, cold, dark, and spooky. I disagreed with my family about living in a neiborhood that was cut off from civilization. A deep sigh left my mouth as a shift the weight from one foot to the other. My1317 lines, November 3. In 600-2000 words
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It was morning again, cold, and unpleasant as always. My body wrapped in multiple blankets to keep me warm and cozy. I've always been unable to sleep in a hot room, the window was always draped open to allow a gentle breeze t1849 lines, November 3. In 600-2000 words
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The winters cold pressed against my slender form like a night gown would. My nipples becoming hard under the silk dress I decided to wear to the clubs. Cursing myself for deciding on no bra. But it was okay, I let the cold ai1453 lines, November 3. In 600-2000 words
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I feel the deepness expand. 1 I've said my goodbye's. My I love you's. 2 This is my last goodbye.November 3, → 1 comment, Add one?
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Waiting.. Waiting... Waiting.. Waiting... 1 Life is full of it. Waiting for the bathroom. Waiting for the food to be done. Waiting to love. Waiting to live. 2 Waiting.. 3 I'm tired of waiting. Waiting for my turn. Waiting for my life. Waiting for my love. 4 I'm done waiting. 5 The overlyNovember 3, 200 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
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Here I am again, bare to the world. Opening the walls of my mind, having such trouble it is no wonder many have given up on me. 1 Have you ever wondered why you feel the way you do? A burning emptiness in your stomach, slowly pawing and reaching up to your very life force, your heart. No matter who loves you, whoNovember 2, 300 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
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woodstock 69 : o.O? on October 19How strange that you don't have any work posted
