Hello,
I am Jessica and your fellow poet SternBlinkin. I started writing as a means of emotional outlet when I was 11. Since then I've developed a love for the art of poetry as well as many other forms of art: pottery, drawing, painting, yoga, passion, and life.
I feel that creativity is that which enables you to unlock their soul from the walls they have built up around their selves. For once the walls are down passion and freedom enter your form in waves of bliss, and the places the creativity venture from and too deepens.
Tempted to try? ::smiles::
Well that was my intro to me. If you would like to learn more please feel free to dapple through my poetry. Or.........feel free to send me a comment or message. I love people to hear what people think
Namaste
Jessica
I am Jessica and your fellow poet SternBlinkin. I started writing as a means of emotional outlet when I was 11. Since then I've developed a love for the art of poetry as well as many other forms of art: pottery, drawing, painting, yoga, passion, and life.
I feel that creativity is that which enables you to unlock their soul from the walls they have built up around their selves. For once the walls are down passion and freedom enter your form in waves of bliss, and the places the creativity venture from and too deepens.
Tempted to try? ::smiles::
Well that was my intro to me. If you would like to learn more please feel free to dapple through my poetry. Or.........feel free to send me a comment or message. I love people to hear what people think
Namaste
Jessica
- Last seen on Sep 28 8:11 PM 2008. Member since July 1, 2003.
- I'm a tigereye texture poet for 1376 comments.
- I am a 19 year old girl from Connecticut (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm working for Lindt , going to school to become a Massage Therapist, and always being me.
- I have 1,376 comments, 6 contests
My Poetry
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Crisp mountain air My sea of opportunities
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Black eye sues - / Deeply bright, golden / Crowning a black abyss - / My Queen, so divine, I love her. / On my knees / Tears flowing freely - / freshly drying sheets billowing in the
My Stories
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The sky was a lighter gray then it has been in days, but the trees where bare and the crispness of winter was in the air. The browning leaves still hinted a hue of orange
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A last minute choice of name came up with and given to me on my date of birth; not given to me by my folks. I was going to be Amber Rae, but instead I got stuck with a na426 lines, November 11, 2003. In <200 lines, Other
