Bird-mad girl at Allpoetry
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Last seen 7 hours ago.
Member since August 24, 2004.
- I'm a midnight moon poet for 6,138 comments.
- My mood is
 , and quote is "I need to hunger, I need to drown".
- I am a
girl
(United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a public pervert.
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  - I am in the groups Girl Interrupted, Ink Angels Contributing members, snowflakes
- I have 6,138 comments, 19 contests, 8 columns, 472 poems, 206 stories, 1 journal
My Poetry
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1.) What kind of music do you like? Why?
100 lines, 2 comments,
October 29. In noguest
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a man once came and put his knees into my ribs, sand-spreading the harp strings and cobwebs and dog-chewed curves until a crack and secret
15 lines, 12 comments,
October 6
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The fish in the fishbowl and the bird in the cage
Imprisonment of the untamed, the irony of her room
22 lines, 9 comments,
September 6
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they came for the winter girl, sockets pinned
no longer molded-green berries or ice
36 lines, 7 comments,
September 1
My Stories
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At some point, she would blaze beneath his chest. He’d cave over like a tide pulling her out to sea, a paper girl anchored beneath his sal
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My journal entries
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I despise the very air of people who prance around, deep throating it in your mouth, and going on and on about how they're going to "find themselves." There's an extreme amount of loathing geared to those people. And the funny thing is, they think they're so "deep" [as in, like, an ocean with, like, buried treasure
Guest Book
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My daughter dressed up like Sally tonight. Happy Halloween! 
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wow, change of name? i could never change mine, wouldnt feel right....
how r u gorgeous???? feel like ive missed alot on here....<3 xxxx
You don't have to write anything down to be a poet. Some work in gas stations. Some shine shoes. I don't really call myself one because I don't like the word. Me? I'm a trapeze artist. Sighting it and hearing it and breathing it in; rubbing it all in the pores of my skin. And the wind between my eyes, milk and honey in my comb.
-I'm Not There
To have survived, she would have had to be either more cynical or even further from reality than she was. Instead, she was a poet on a street corner trying to recite to a crowd pulling at her clothes.
-Arthur Miller on Marilyn Monroe
Hang it up Sailor
Your flag ship it burns
And it burns and it burns
You took the straight road
You just missed the turn,
You're out of gas out of gas
Put on the red shoes
A white knuckle ride
She's been denied deep inside,
And I've got a crack whores dreams upon my tail
Sweet love for sale love for sale
I just want to ride in your car
I've got a back street style to pay the rent,
I'm on my knees give me keys
And I've got a gun but the rents already spent
I'm out of cash out of cash
And I've got a crackwhores dream upon my tail
Sweet Love for sale love for sale
I just want to ride in your car
-Queen Adreena
once upon a time: Platinum Stitches
love: Lauren Noir
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