I'm a poet. I'm a dreamer. I'm a lover. I'm a hater. I'm a storyteller, a student, and an expert procrastinator. I'm depressed, poetic, flighty, beautiful, silly, unpredictable. I can be wild, sarcastic, crazy, loving, hyper, childish, compassionate, cynical, and stupid-- possibly all at the same time. I'm your truest love, and your worst enemy.
- Last seen on Jun 9 5:04 PM 2007. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a 18 year old girl from Arizona (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm reading.
- Visit my homepage at contraband-tears.blogspot.com
- I have 18 comments, 90 poems, 6 stories
Stories I'm focused on
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I was standing under the canopy when he came by with death marching on his face-- his wrinkles all curved into his grim mouth so I couldn't
My Stories
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You see, then? I was no dreamer you awoke from sleep. All my dreams are gone now; they deserted me long before this land was a land of drea
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I miss the days when it was only you and me. When no one, nothing else mattered in the whole wide universe but our expanding love, that grew like roses after the rain. Now, my
My Poetry
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gypsy on the
upline, go time – shake your bangled wrists at me<100 words, 2 comments, December 20, 2006. In Dark, Intro/extraspection -
Brilliant shards of light fall down on me unerring
cutting into my skin like prophets wagi<100 words, 1 comment, December 20, 2006
