My name is Austin Ballard. ive been from place to place in not that long of a time. im only fifteen years old if (only) is the word that you think would fit but i can tell you that how many breaths youve taken isnt what makes you who you are its what you were going through and what was happening around you when you were taking those breaths that makes you the person that you are. well... i love music.. and by (love music) i dont mean i listen to it from time to time. i mean i wouldnt know how to function without it. and ive been playing guitar for about two and one half years. my musical interests differ depending on what mood im in. which honostly usualy happens to be an extreme. either hardcore head banging metal or soft mellow "sad" music. nothing in between "usually". ive been in a few bands. (about six) ranging from screamo metal bands to piano/violin classical bands. to me music or just things that allow you to express how your feeling in meaningful ways is very fullfilling. im a very deep thinker. where most people just scratch the surface on a certain issue or topic i go and get my shovel.. but anyways... i got into writing poetry about a year before i got into music cuz after awhile of just writing words i realized that all i had to do was add music and i had a song. but plain poetry has and always will hold a place in my heart. cuz honostly (in a weird way) i probably wouldnt be alive today if not for it. dont ask...
- Last seen on Nov 26 10:21 PM. Member since October 3.
- I'm a topaz horse poet for 14 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "differenciating ".
- I am a 15 year old guy from Arkansas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm playing guitar, and finding ways to live life to the fullest.
- Visit my homepage at Never Let there be anyone elses reflection in your mirror
- I have 14 comments, 13 poems, 4 stories
My Poetry
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The dark clouds are gathering
looks like rain
My Stories
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the endless road of endless turns. i find myself killing myself to find a way to beat this endless misery... the endless facelss memories of loss and what ive lost. and what ill lose... in the past all i can remember are thin
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I am walking in this undiscovered to be hellish place. i look around and see the red tinted caverns. In the distance i can hear a slow dripping. From some unknown leak. i continue on without a hint as to where i am going. So
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from the tip of the blade to the pedal of a rose. there will always be red. its ironic really, the symbol of war and the symbol of love having so much in common.. one used to end life and one meant to fulfill a love of ones l
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Pretending-to-Exist on October 5"Where most people just scratch the surface on a certain issue or topic, I go and get my shovel." I like how you worded that, and it's a wonderful way to be.
Well, I see I'm not the first to welcome you to the site, but welcome to the site! haha If you ever want to chat or want reads on your poems, don't be a stranger, k? -
Fox. : that's a badass name bro. on October 5I'll have to check it out. cool bio.
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Xxbreathe-againxX on October 5Yo! welcomez
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AloneForever- : Hello on October 5I'm Imani.
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