I recently deleted most of my poetry. I almost feel I have to apologize for everything written before 2008, but failure is how we learn. I kept poems that had memories, or had won prizes, although some of them should really never be read. I've left only what I considered decent aside from that. Enjoy, although I'm sure that in another two years, I will once again be apologizing.
Writing as a media for self-exploration.
It's my favorite thing in the world to do.
There's not much else to say.
My work may not be perfect but I try to have a voice.
it's very different based on where I was. I've changed a lot lately. My old poetry is mostly about amateur topics, obviously. Then I've got a bunch of letters. Fourth Stage and up is my recent work and it embraces my current style and goal in writing.
I kind of like the saying: "if you don't have something to say, don't say it."
well, a writer always has something to say.
so let's share some opinions.
Writing as a media for self-exploration.
It's my favorite thing in the world to do.
There's not much else to say.
My work may not be perfect but I try to have a voice.
it's very different based on where I was. I've changed a lot lately. My old poetry is mostly about amateur topics, obviously. Then I've got a bunch of letters. Fourth Stage and up is my recent work and it embraces my current style and goal in writing.
I kind of like the saying: "if you don't have something to say, don't say it."
well, a writer always has something to say.
so let's share some opinions.
- Last seen 39 minutes ago. Member since April 3, 2005.
- I'm a moonstone path poet for 476 comments.
- I am a 16 year old girl from California (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm not living.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/hypergrld
- I am in the groups Journeys of the Mind
- I have 476 comments, 6 contests, 46 poems, 16 stories
My Poetry
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Tell me, whisper all your secrets
Let them fall like snowflakes from the tongue.36 lines, 3 comments, November 22 -
I need much more than words,
Than cold smooth pebbles -
His name sounded like 'river'.
Three letters, crisp and morning-fresh -
Forgetting every moment in itself
In night, in stars, in those cliches unmentioned.
My Stories
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The gloomy London sky overhead seemed out of place. Joyful shoppers dashed from store to store, clutching giant shopping bags in their gloved hands, their radiant cheeks grinni2223 lines, 3 comments, December 17, 2005. In <200 lines, Spiritual
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The door opened, creaking madly. They stumbled into the chambers. A large throne stood to the far wall. A stone giant sat upon it, four stone guards at each side. The giant was3558 lines, October 19, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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