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I am seventeen but feel to old to be this young. I dream in technicolor, touching and tasting what my mind concocts. I have a Planet Smoothie addiction but there are worse things to be addicted to. To get away I sink inside my head and wander till I get lost in a maze of adventures. When I write the world ceases to exist for the ten minutes it takes the poem to flow out of my veins and onto my paper. I have a life threatening addiction to music, without it I just might die. I can't write if there isn't a good band playing in the background. I feel much bigger than the town I am in. I pray to get accepted into Sarah Lawrence. I am in a constant battle with my fat cat Cookie Monster and my ever increasing book collection for control of my house

  • Last seen on Nov 5 12:01 AM 2007. Member since May 23, 2007.
  • I'm a emerald dog poet for 9 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Live to the point of tears- Camus".
  • I am a girl from Tennessee (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
  • Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/beauty_in_the_breakdown89
  • I have 9 comments, 4 poems

My Poetry

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  • A boy with shaggy black hair / balancing on broken glass edge / pale skin, almost blue / perfect lips / scars on his wrist. / From those heights he could / fall and die. / Walking unsteadily arms thr
    53 lines, 1 comment, June 19, 2007
  • This smoke filled hotel room, / with dirty sheets and dirtier souls, / lying on top. / The amber colored whiskey, / burns its message down my throat, / burning memories away. / This room smells of
    25 lines, 3 comments, May 26, 2007
  • It was raining, / cold, hard, and wet, / soaking us to the bone. / The mad dash / inside, our giggling / echoing against the walls. / We hung our / clothes on the / floorboards, in crumpled p
    24 lines, 7 comments, May 24, 2007
  • Kisses from girls / all over the world / bruise your lips / and taint your kiss. / A cloud of smoke / conceals your soul / and gives you /
    39 lines, 1 comment, May 24, 2007. In Personal

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