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[Previously Funkie-Girlie]

I an ex art student. If you ever met me, you'd notice that.

Being 20 terrifies me. The quick passing of my life, each day without any major accomplishment, there's just not enough time to become who I want to be.

I live in Milton Keynes, a new town which is becoming a London overflow. I hate it. It's completely without charactor or culture, hopefully I won't he here for much longer.

I don't think I'm a great poet, far from it. I dislike rhymes. I dislike reason. I exist in caos and I like it that way. I write from experience. You may not understand what I'm saying - if you want to know, just ask. I'll try to explain!

A simple life would bore me.

I want to see the world. I want to experience something new every day. Each woken moment is precious. I want to make the most of it.

Last seen on Aug 28 3:42 AM. Member since February 1, 2007.
I'm a aventurine thought poet for 49 comments.
My mood is , and quote is "if at first you don't suceed, skydiving is not for you.".
I am a 20 year old girl (Great Britain)
When I'm not writing, I'm at The Open University...advising..
Visit my homepage at http//:www.myspace.com/funkie_girlie
I have 49 comments, 2 contests, 51 poems

My Poetry

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Warmth

Touch her, let her feel the warmth of your hands,
let her know your with her as she drifts closer.

21 lines, 1 comment, February 10. In Dark, Sad, Pain, Life, Love
''different'' a sign of immaturity..

Towers over her mother and eye to eye with her father,
In a pair of DocMartins, scuffed, and a face full of metal,

7 lines, 1 comment, November 1, 2008
Fathers Blessings

Bless you my son, go forth with gun in hand,
Take no acknolegment of that golden commandment:

17 lines, 1 comment, January 8, 2008
Watch Her Disappear

Why cannot I ceise my breath?
for all i wish to take; is that final exhale.

5 lines, 2 comments, December 17, 2007