Wow, I haven't been on AP in a very, very long time. I'm back, but we'll see how much poetry I actually get to writing. I'm lazy and don't have much time. But...yeah.
- Last seen on Aug 3 5:00 PM. Member since January 2, 2004.
- I'm a lapisLazuli dream poet for 364 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "B-I-N-G-O and Bingo was his name-o".
- I am a 16 year old girl from Massachusetts (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a dryer sheet analyst.
- I have 364 comments, 1 contest, 37 poems
My Poetry
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My neighbor has taught me a thing or two
On how we should act and what we should do; -
0 lines, 5 comments, June 22, 2005. In Other
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Mizuki wolf on October 2, 2007welcome back I hope to read more of your poetry
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OneSoul on August 10, 2007Mmmm I'm sensing that a page update is in order? You should get on that pal. BUDDY.
You just signed off AIM. What's up with thaaaaat? I bet your computer froze again..it seems to do that a lot. That's lame. :-/
BAH HUMBUG. I'm done. Scrooge is my man by the way. I just decided this.
GAH I'm hungry. And hyper! Bad combination I'm afraid. Wait, didn't I just say I was done? Yes I did..hmm ok I'll seriously stop now. BYEEE.
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TaraK1028 on November 9, 2006Your face is lame
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OneSoul on October 12, 2006Yo, listen up, here's the story..yes I still have that stuck in my head. But this is not the story about a little guy who lives in a blue world..this is the story thing that was formed by writing the first sentence I saw from each book I picked up. Enjoy.
Tatties and Neeps! It had become just that marvellous and plump. Old Max told me this, for it happened a good while ago. Heavy chinese clothes and all, I showed the warriors that I was no soft colonial girl. The challenges were many and varied. When I was in the third grade, I expierenced a dramatic shift in my psychic sensibilities. It was midnight now, and, moved by impulse, I walked into the bedroom, opened the window, and listened. "Master Abraham!" I gasped. My thoughts were directed to this subject in a manner to leave a lasting impression upon my mind. "That is my name," said the gentleman. "What?!" cried the monks. "Well! You have come here to be educated, and taught a useful trade," said the red-faced gentleman in the high chair. "Good point. Still, traffic sucks," he said. "You're a good dancer," I murmered dreamily. And when they were washed and clad, the Hobbits followed Gandalf. A pale smile, like a gleam of cold sun on a winter's eve passed over the old man's face. The darkness closed in like an endless canopy of darkness. But by Monday morning, Zoe had her ducks all in a row.
That's my story.
I must go eat apple sauce now.
Edited on Oct 12, 6:15 p.m. because 'spelling'.
