Words are my escape.
My life is a never ending plethora of notebooks filled with walls of words and books strewn haphazardly across whichever living space I currently inhabit.
My world is an epic novel of sorts, with dog-eared pages in every chapter, waiting patiently to be re-read and over analyzed.
Everything prompts words. Every conversation, every interaction, every situation.
It's all about making those words mean something.
Words are the universal orgasm of the mind.
Words are my religion.
Kurt Vonnegut's famous 8 rules for writing a poem: ;]
-Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
-Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
-Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
-Every sentence must do one of two things -- reveal character or advance the action.
-Start as close to the end as possible.
-Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them -- in order that the audience may see what they are made of.
-Perform to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
-Give your audience as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Audience should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the poem themselves, should cockroaches eat the bottom of the page.
Man is a genius.
- Last seen on Oct 8 10:56 PM. Member since April 14, 2006.
- I'm a amber angel poet for 4 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "“We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”".
- I am a 21 year old girl from Ohio (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm an undercover superhero..

- I have 4 comments, 9 poems
My Poetry
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"Soon," she thought as the same empty sound filled her head. Looking around the misty train car, she see's people she will never know, never touch, never experience. Her head fills with the made up stories of all the people a37 lines, November 13, 2008
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When Hope is lost,
I'm all alone,
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Beauty Of Silence on November 30, 2008hey hey hey! why hasn't anyone left you a guestbook comment. tssh, i shall be the first then
YAY! i just felt like popping in ang giving you a totally random GB entry, so here it goes. apple's are purple.
Keep smiling
love ya
and tonnes of hugs from me to you 
