I have no direction.
Well, not any more. College is all but over; just a few more hellish hours spent hunched over a wobbly desk in complete silence and I'll be free. Free to start the rest of my life.
I have to say, it's a daunting thought. A life temporarily free of forced academia, of my own choices rather than those made for me by people who barely know my name.
This new freedom comes with new expression. I'll have time to concentrate on my passions: Drama, Art, Music, the Written Word. For once I won't have to forgo playing my guitar because of an essay I just HAVE to get finished. I won't have to put off writing because of revision or lock up my sketchbook because there's an assignment due.
Without saying an awful lot, I think that pretty much sums me up. Composing poetry is a love I didn't know I had until it was introduced to me by a dear friend from across the sea. It's by no means a constant thing. One day I may drum out stanzas like bullets, yet others I won't be able to conjure a line for rhyme or reason.
I hope you like what I write. If you don't, please tell me why... I know there's always room for improvement and by my very nature I'll always strive to be the best I can be.
~ Rachel
Well, not any more. College is all but over; just a few more hellish hours spent hunched over a wobbly desk in complete silence and I'll be free. Free to start the rest of my life.
I have to say, it's a daunting thought. A life temporarily free of forced academia, of my own choices rather than those made for me by people who barely know my name.
This new freedom comes with new expression. I'll have time to concentrate on my passions: Drama, Art, Music, the Written Word. For once I won't have to forgo playing my guitar because of an essay I just HAVE to get finished. I won't have to put off writing because of revision or lock up my sketchbook because there's an assignment due.
Without saying an awful lot, I think that pretty much sums me up. Composing poetry is a love I didn't know I had until it was introduced to me by a dear friend from across the sea. It's by no means a constant thing. One day I may drum out stanzas like bullets, yet others I won't be able to conjure a line for rhyme or reason.
I hope you like what I write. If you don't, please tell me why... I know there's always room for improvement and by my very nature I'll always strive to be the best I can be.
~ Rachel
- Last seen on Oct 23 1:59 PM. Member since February 24, 2007.
- I'm a aventurine thought poet for 58 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is ""Life is unfair, but remember: It is sometimes unfair in your favour!"".
- I am a 18 year old girl (United Kingdom)
- When I'm not writing, I'm probably not awake yet.
- I have 58 comments, 2 contests
My Poetry
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Whenever I’m invited round,
For a mid-afternoon chat... -
My chance is slim, but thinner more is need,
To give me none would be a smaller waste... -
The sweetest smile and earnest stare,
Hides wretched life and worn-out care... -
Is it just I that think these thoughts?
Or am I not alone?
My Stories
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sca on November 12, 2007How can one step in and out of being themselves.
In and out of who they want to be, perhaps - but not the inherent self.
Although, I suppose I do get what you mean. -
DementedAngel on October 11, 2007Hey, just a thank you for the honorable mention on my poem "He Called Me Mom". Glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for the comment as well!
Jen -
Lone Defender : Hey! :) on September 17, 2007My future ex wife! Welcome back.
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Lone Defender : Haha... on March 3, 2007I get to be the first to mark your page with my wonderful self. Welcome to AP, m'girl. If anybody bothers you, lemme know and I'll ...I'll ...glare.
