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Um.When i write poetry most of it i don't really think about until it's finished. I just write when somethings caused an emotion in me and I want to remember it no matter what it is. When i'm not writing poetry I'm generally absorbed in some sort of music. Personally i think music is one of the beautiful things in the world and I'm always composing, playing or listening. i play several instruments like violin, viola, piano, oboe and a bit of guitar and mandolin. I also sing a lot. Other stuff i do is dancing, swimming and that's about it.

My favourite bands include Led Zeppelin, The Who, Queen, the Smiths, Muse, Oasis, Queens of the Stone Age,and Radiohead.
My  favourite solo artist has to be Tom McRae.

Strangest Land
Another dead dog highway
The road to paradise
Is littered with your saviours
The lines are growing faint
Another paper saint has put us all in danger

So take my hand
I'm a stranger in the strangest land
I'll return the favour
Slide into my heart
We'll hide there in the dark

I catch you in my lights
I'm reaching for a knife
For halo girls and dreamers
A statue comes to life
Another roadside shrine
For hypocrites and bleeders

So take my hand
I'm a stranger in the strangest land
I'll return the favour
Slide into my heart
We'll hide there in the dark

A bullet from a stolen gun
How much I'll miss you when you're gone
But now I think it's time you went away

So take my hand
I'm a stranger in the strangest land
I'll return the favour
Slide into my heart
We'll hide there in the dark
In the dark
In the dark
by Tom Mcrae

  • Last seen on Jun 9 3:43 PM 2008. Member since July 12, 2005.
  • I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 28 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Quintessence In Moderation".
  • I am a 15 year old girl (England)
  • I have 28 comments, 15 poems, 1 philosophy

My Poetry

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  • the soft shuffling of a dead man
    Dragging his feet over the frostbitten leaves
    27 lines, October 4, 2006. In Personal, Dark
  • Can't find my white marker pen
    Can't colour the black in white
    14 lines, 1 comment, March 1, 2006. In Personal
  • Cry.
    Cry till you bleed.
    7 lines, 1 comment, December 12, 2005. In Personal, Angst
  • So it comes, the aftermath, the rain
    the fragile scorching of the soul
    24 lines, December 12, 2005. In Personal, Angst

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