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i wholly agree with christian. :]
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are you online?

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i'm sure you have better priorities, but if you could just forget them and instead write all day everyday it would be greatly appreciated by everyone on AP. :]
so, think upon these things and get back to me.
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hey. just saying hi
and that you're fucking amazing. :]
hope you're having a great day.
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WRITE. jeez girl. i need to praise you more. to paraphrase jerry maguire "help me flatter you"
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i just wanted to remind you how talented and incredible you are and how much i admire you and how completely in love with your work i am.
you are increeeedible, sora.
hope you're having a good day. 
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lol
typo!!!
i thougut it* sucked.
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You.
You are the first president of Turkey.
(that's what your name reminds me of: Mustafa Kemal Ataturk.)
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hey, what was that poem that used to be on your page?
the one that was like 'why we kiss' or something.
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yes. i think
about death all the time.
he's a man in a dark
flannel shirt, a chain smoker,
a shadow rhythm
to the pounding of my heart,
a vine with immeasurably
deep roots. - that reminds me of something i wrote one time about how satan is an old bald man in a wheelchair.
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i think i took that test once. the results were really interesting for me.
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haha, i just wanted to let you know, since you requested this seven months ago, that 'teenagers know i've been butchered' has been altered into a workable poem.
called 'until wednesday morning.'
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that poem about death.. did you write that? holy.. yeah well i love your page. bukowski is awesome.
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You always have the best shit on your page ... you're goddamned enviable
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that poem on your page is FUCKING AWESOME.
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i agree with hilly, you really are too amazing at writing to be just 16. so impressive.
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...wants to read something you've written, yes...
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*throws on deas vail and chills on the swampbird page*
ill just wait right here for your awesomeness to find some new words 
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ugh!
its been a week. write something already
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you are more talented than anyone else on this site, seriously.
your writing aches and burns and shakes everything within me.
i loveeee ittttttttt.
you are gorgeous, as well.
not fair.
not fair.
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lol but i like your attention mo mo mo!
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 i like to smile atchu.
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you'll always be valor to me 
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How you got to be such a rawkstar when it came to writing...
well, maybe one day you'll explain when you stop with the congestion of humble pie.
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you are so confusing with your name-changing-ness.
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you are my new favorite person on ap!!!!!
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even better!
did someone need a fire put out around here? i brought the hose.
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dance party on swampbirds page!!!!
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[glomp]
love you!
and that picture you added of yourself. 
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SWAMPBIRD!!!!!!!!
when did you change your name?
i love it
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I just realized who you are. I'd been wondering where that valor girl had gone. Glad I found you.
lol
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until then, i will open the blinds and pretend i am jesus. i don't need a halo. i'm already as yellow as jupiter, yellow as piss, glowing like a tiny luminescent fish,
lonely, cold, and important.
did you write that? it's brilliant
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LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE.
come visit againnnn, i miss you.
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I've been an asshole about not commenting on your poems...
but I've been reading.
And will start commenting...right after this.
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oh, god, i do not want to write like anyone! but i guess it is inevitable when he is indeed my favorite as well. oh well. so goes life
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evening. your poetry is quite wonderful and i am grateful.
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loveeee you. 
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*insert ducks and parrots and penguins*
awkward bird party!!!!!!!!!!
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mhmm. for your rare and pretty words, m'dear.
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is that what you call a get away, tell me what you got away with cos you left the phrase with the ties you severed when you say best friends means FOREVER
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is that what you call a getaway, tell me what you got away with cos i see more spine in a jellyfish, see more guts in eleven-year-old kids. so have another drink and drive yourself home, i hope there's ice on all the roads and you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt and again when your head goes through the windshield
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