Um... well I'm a 14 year old, just a normal messed up teenager. I love friends, family, reading, writing, booze, boys, films... all the normal stuff.
My poetry is normally quite emotional, and I normally start writing it when I get a first line in my head and carry on from their.
There are lots of things and ideas that inspire me in my stories and poems. Things I’ve picked up from books or films or dreams, or from my imagining. I love the idea of power. Of such a simple, frail thing as a human body unleashing some torrent of power that does… something. Maybe brings life to a dead land, or something that fells an army. I love the idea of someone being special, chosen, of someone being a catalyst. I love the image of unearthly, inhuman beauty, that of a storm or a wilderness or the deep dark depths of the sea. I love magic and imagination, of things outside the human mind. I love the idea of redemption, of a saviour, of someone coming through the dark and into the light. I love romance, poetic words and actions bringing love.
I love music! I like rock mostly, things like Linkin Park, Sum 41, Evanesscence, Blink 182, Simple Plan etc, but I also like Cyndi Lauper, Beyonce, Usher... I like all kinds of music really!
My fav songs are True colours and Time after tiime by Cyndi Lauper, Breaking the habit, In the end and crawling by Linkin Park and Perfect by Simple Plan.
Here's my favourite poem, its called Do Not (I think) and it got me through a tough time a little while ago.
Do not
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star’s that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
My poetry is normally quite emotional, and I normally start writing it when I get a first line in my head and carry on from their.
There are lots of things and ideas that inspire me in my stories and poems. Things I’ve picked up from books or films or dreams, or from my imagining. I love the idea of power. Of such a simple, frail thing as a human body unleashing some torrent of power that does… something. Maybe brings life to a dead land, or something that fells an army. I love the idea of someone being special, chosen, of someone being a catalyst. I love the image of unearthly, inhuman beauty, that of a storm or a wilderness or the deep dark depths of the sea. I love magic and imagination, of things outside the human mind. I love the idea of redemption, of a saviour, of someone coming through the dark and into the light. I love romance, poetic words and actions bringing love.
I love music! I like rock mostly, things like Linkin Park, Sum 41, Evanesscence, Blink 182, Simple Plan etc, but I also like Cyndi Lauper, Beyonce, Usher... I like all kinds of music really!
My fav songs are True colours and Time after tiime by Cyndi Lauper, Breaking the habit, In the end and crawling by Linkin Park and Perfect by Simple Plan.
Here's my favourite poem, its called Do Not (I think) and it got me through a tough time a little while ago.
Do not
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star’s that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
- Last seen on Jan 20 3:04 PM 2005. Member since June 10, 2004.
- I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 31 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Only when its dark can you see the stars".
- I am a 14 year old girl (Britain)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Student.
- I have 31 comments, 7 poems, 1 story
My Poetry
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Your inner beauty that shines through the dark
Lighting my way
My Stories
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I stood there, sword held ready in my sweaty, shaking hands. Before me lay the army, filling the plateau in front of the city like a swarm of darkness, staining my beautiful la
