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My Name is Aimee and I am a Leo sun and a Pisces moon. I am Wiccan and extremely devoted to my Goddess. I love everything nature. I am very caring; sometimes too caring. I am happily married to Ted, who is the most wonderful man in the world. We have 5 kids. Ratsputan who is an 8 month old black Rat, Moe who is a 2 year old boston / fox terrier mix, Smokey the russian blue cat who is 18 months old and Edgar, our 8 month old black, white, tabby spotted cat and Prometheus, our 6 year old, six foot long corn snake. They are our BABIES!!! I am a very emotional person who enjoys the best in life and suffers with the worst of it too. I tend to let my "friends" walk all over me and can not seem to tell them "no" at any time. I get depressed very easily and it takes me a long time to get out of these depressive states. I drown myself in music any chance I get. Without music, I would cease to live. I love nature, as I am Wiccan and nature IS very spiritual for me. Spiritual to me doesn't mean that I go to church or pray every day, but it does mean that I have some very strong beliefs about Nature and the Gods and Goddesses. I am a writer without any talent. I thought I did for a long time, but a few years ago, I realized that I am no good at it. I go through long bouts of writers block only to break it with some crappy poem or story every now and then. I am not an attractive woman, and I wish that I could say that I was happy with myself. But I'm not. I have social anxiety disorder, bi-polar disorder, borderline personality disorder and my life revolves around these issues. I can be a good friend, but I also have been known to lash out to those closest to me. It's a rarity, and you really have to piss me off, but it has happened. I am completely in love with Ted, and nothing can ever change that. I am scared to death of heights, being alone, and large crowds. I'd love to major in forensic psychology, but I have no financial way of ever realizing that goal. (Not to mention I am horrible at science. I sing, but not very well.

My Poetry

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  • I fight for every last word that I write down. I fight to gather fractured sentences and I fight constant writers block. I fight dying pens and crinkled paper and “H” keys that never want to work. I fight rules and busyness t
    <100 words, June 11, 2008. In writing, writers block
  • I remember when I was young, running into my grandmother's waiting arms, feeling safe and loved, and in the next moment, I am cold and I realize that she has been gone and in the ground for over twenty years. It's at those mo
    <100 words, June 1, 2008. In memories
  • You waltz into town in your camouflage clothing, holier than thou, taking charge like you actually give a damn. Months go by and you don’t call your dad and you don’t support your family. When the end is near, you come in and
    <100 words, June 1, 2008

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  • I Fight at allpoetry
    I fight for every last word that I write down. I fight to gather fractured sentences and I fight constant writers block. I fight dying pens and crinkled paper and “H” keys that never want to work. I fight rules and busyness t
  • Remember at allpoetry
    I remember when I was young, running into my grandmother's waiting arms, feeling safe and loved, and in the next moment, I am cold and I realize that she has been gone and in the ground for over twenty years. It's at those mo
  • Big Man at allpoetry
    You waltz into town in your camouflage clothing, holier than thou, taking charge like you actually give a damn. Months go by and you don’t call your dad and you don’t support your family. When the end is near, you come in and

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