"i sat in the waiting area, neck craned. i watched the barber snip at his dreadlocks. they chatted as the scissors pruned the hippie boy to a respectable twenty-something. he looked so indifferent. he even laughed. but with every curl that fell i found i loved him less and less." -lisa falzon
- Last seen on Nov 3 7:30 PM. Member since February 18.
- I'm a citrine experience poet for 152 comments.
- I am a 17 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm picking my teeth with the bones of innocents..
- Visit my homepage at www.facebook.com/wotsuhthedeal?ref=name











- I am in the groups Beautiful Bisexual Women, Psychology club
- I have 152 comments, 7 contests, 15 poems, 4 journals
My Poetry
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16 lines, August 28. In Thoughts
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fhjhfhkjdhgkjhd 1 so, my job is good. i know the difference now between a fajita and a burrito. got my first paycheck last week, and saw that it was good. (bible...reference?) 2 today, i cut open my finger with a mechanical pencil. that sentence sounds emo, but it isn't. it really happened. i was drawinAugust 31, In Thoughts. 300 words. → Make first comment?
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i have a job interview tomorrow! 1 THIS IS BIG. 2 i have wanted a job for a very very long time, and have been rejected by several businesses, on account of my age. now i am 17, which seems to be the lucky number, as i have a job interview with the qdoba in the southside! seriously, it was just so random
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ylova on August 11Hello, hello

Thanks for adding me to your favorites =)
Just stopping by to read some of your poetry!
Cheers!
