I am 15 almost 16 ( March 16) I have a wonderful boyfriend who is the the best thing that has ever happened to me. My poetry is based off of stories told to me by others I try to listen and write out the story.
I would describe myself but I will let these two songs which describe me the most:
Circling your head, contemplating everything you ever said,
now i see the truth, i got doubt,
a different motive in your eyes and now i'm out, see you later.
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold,
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that's over, I see your motives inside, decisions to hide.
Back off we'll take you on,
Headstrong to take on anyone,
I know that you are wrong,
Headstrong we're headstrong,
Back off we'll take you on,
Headstrong to take on anyone,
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong.
I can't give everything away,
I won't give everything away.
Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best,
I see your full of $#!T, and that's alrite, that's how you play,
I guess you'll get through every night, well now that's over.
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold.
(Headstrong by Trapt)
This bed is on fire with passion and love
The neighbors complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I'll become a bore, oh no
Ah you think you're so pretty (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Bought the kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women's clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty
Moved out of the house so you moved next door
I locked you out you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me I thought I was alone
You're driving me crazy when are you coming home
(Laid, Matt Nathanson)
I would describe myself but I will let these two songs which describe me the most:
Circling your head, contemplating everything you ever said,
now i see the truth, i got doubt,
a different motive in your eyes and now i'm out, see you later.
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold,
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that's over, I see your motives inside, decisions to hide.
Back off we'll take you on,
Headstrong to take on anyone,
I know that you are wrong,
Headstrong we're headstrong,
Back off we'll take you on,
Headstrong to take on anyone,
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong.
I can't give everything away,
I won't give everything away.
Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best,
I see your full of $#!T, and that's alrite, that's how you play,
I guess you'll get through every night, well now that's over.
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold.
(Headstrong by Trapt)
This bed is on fire with passion and love
The neighbors complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I'll become a bore, oh no
Ah you think you're so pretty (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Bought the kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women's clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty
Moved out of the house so you moved next door
I locked you out you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me I thought I was alone
You're driving me crazy when are you coming home
(Laid, Matt Nathanson)
- Member since June 9, 2004.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 110 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Clouds always have silver lining just look...".
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Student Art Major.
- I have 110 comments, 12 poems, 4 stories
My Poetry
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Baby girl,
I am sorry I couldn’t see you grow, -
She is the prize in my eyes,
Pure beauty within her as she cries,
My Stories
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He spotted her near the palace garden. Her frail form hovering over a bunch of roses, her paleness clashed greatly with the bright, vibrant red. He hated to do this, but she wo
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Darken Shadows:
The gleam of the blade flashed with the pale light of the room. It was almost like it was a thing of beauty, yet it was a weapon of evil in her life. It mean301 lines, 1 comment, June 12, 2004. In <200 lines -
Serene Vampires
She didn’t want to leave her home, but she had no choice. He was there, always there-- she could run from them no longer. The scope of his magic was endless.
Guest Book
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JM Kenyon on January 17, 2005If you are still interested in taking the class "The Theory of Rhyme" please follow this link and read the new guidlines of the class.
allpoetry.com/Application/672852
If you are still interested in being in the class that should begin about January 22 please send my an IM saying so. If you get this message it means you are on my list of those I intend to take in this class. AP will deduct 100 points from you when I add you to the class. When you pass the class you recieve 250 points... -
emeraldraven on January 5, 2005Hey I left Peridot Parrot and went to aventurine thought Poet cool!
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emeraldraven on December 24, 2004Humm, it doesn't say that it is listed as mature that is weird.
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ivanthehunter on December 23, 2004hey ya know, ya shouldnt have rated that for eighteen year olds cause im sixteen, im talking about the poem you wrote in my contest, Drak Days, and i cant comment or nothin on it, i dont want to change my age just to comment, just edit it so it isnt that ok?
