The member of the month for March Is
CONGRATS!!!!
1. Where did you grow up? UK,England
2.What is the first thing you remember that perked your interest in writing?
My friend's and family's comment on the first poem I wrote
3. What kind of school do you attend ? I am in my last year of sixth form(Year 13) which is joint to a high school
4. What grade are you in ? Year 13
5. How old are you ? 17
6. Do you plan on going to college? technically I am in college although we know it as sixth form
7. What’s your favorite color? Lilac,Purple and black
8. Food? Ben and jerrys cookie dough ice cream...or nothing lol
9. Pastime? singing, writing and drawing
Music? anything and everything I'm a general all round kind of girl..but I prefer not to listen to music that will scream at me
10. Poet ? I don't actually have one
11. TV show? scrubs and friends.
12. Movie ? The butterfly effect,I love the way it twists,it really caught my attention.
13. Book ? Perfect Match by Jodi Picoult. the only book that ever got me crying less than half way through.
About Your Life On All Poetry
1. Give me a brief rundown of your history on AP. In other words, how did you get here?
Well around december 2006 I wrote a poem for my late uncle, it was the first christmas that he would not be there joining us in person, I showed it to my friend sophie at school who I knew wrote poetry and she introduced me to the site, telling me that I would be good. At the beginning I was shy at first but it didn't take me long to enter contests and get to know people.
2. How long have you been a member of All Poetry?
I joined January 18th 2007, so a year and a month
About Your Poetry :
1. When did you first begin to write?
December 2006
2. What kind of poetry do you write the most? Dark lol, where all my real emotions lie
3. Who are your influences?
My influences,yikes there's alot and there all on here so I'l just briefly list them
Sulfane- A fantastic poet with a strong vocab
Markgrif- Able to write about anything amazingly
Friday- My muse
Melted Dawn- My inspiration
Immortal Obscurity- my fellow dark writer
emeraldeyes - the person who always had faith in me
4. What feeds your desire to continue writing poetry ?
The fact that it allows me to write about my emotions without having to play the 20 questions game with my mother.
General :
1. Hobbies?
Singing, Acting, Drawing and ofcourse writing
2. Pets?
I have none, I once had a hamster called sammy we were never sure if it was female or male so we chose a unisex name, I also had two black and white cats but when we moved we had to move without them.
3. Talents?
hmmm, Singing I absolutly adore it.I have singing lessons every tuesday and Ill sing just about anywhere.Im entering a show called X-Factor
4. What do want to be when you grow up?
A social worker, for many different reasons, But my main reason is to help children who have been broken,torn,mistreated and worse of all silenced. I was their once and it's not nice
5. What advice would you give to growing poets ?
We all get criticised, but the thing is to look at it in a positive way. They are trying to help you improve but you have to remember your poetry should be personal to you. Write always from your heart because it's where the best poetry lives. I'm not the best speller or writer but I always listen to my heart and write from there.
6. Anything else you can think of.
Remember to have fun here aswell, I have made so many friends and have a huge AllPoetry family and I love each member a lot. I would most certainly be stuck without them as they have helped me through a lot. Sometimes it's just nice to sit and talk to people.
A Poem She Wrote : By Blushing bouquets; swept across my spine, are the tainted tingle of fresh kisses, that brewed within the cup of dawning days. The irresistible linger of fragrance, that leaps from the heat of ivory oil to caress each tensioned shoulder blade soft. Effortless; divine silks coat blank canvases with elegant lusts of shrouding fabric, that tenderly hugs the skin so warm.
Yet irresistible; devouring eyes sink within to the beauty's lullaby's of your breath, that ripens upon open pores so delicate. Deviant fingertips pasting the cracks with mere concentration of serenity that injects thy vined veins with roses. Blissful; I overdose upon sweetened words, that cowards me in a deep hypnotism...
...Leave me shrill in your tainted heart, whilst the lights lay dim and your softness strokes the pulse of my heart with hums... ...My soul within your palm. |
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