I'm 19 years old and a freshman in college. I've been writing since the third grade. I enjoy poetry and classic literature, but I usually find myself leaning more towards fairy tale type stories because I like not having to think about what I read.
I'm also an artist. I draw and paint pictures concerning duality (good and evil), and sometimes I use the pictures to inspire what I write.
I usually write tragedy, but only because I'm pretty decent at it. If you want a good cry, you can read through a lot of my poems and stories to find it. I admit, however, I have a weak spot for romance, so there are quite a few of those type of stories in there, too.
I've tried doing humor. Most people get sort of lost, 'cause a lot of things are apparently only funny to me. I'm much better at satire.
So, read through my stuff, criticize, applaud...what have you. Just comment, I like comments. They're all shiny.
Enjoy!
I'm Blue. Nice to meet you.
I'm also an artist. I draw and paint pictures concerning duality (good and evil), and sometimes I use the pictures to inspire what I write.
I usually write tragedy, but only because I'm pretty decent at it. If you want a good cry, you can read through a lot of my poems and stories to find it. I admit, however, I have a weak spot for romance, so there are quite a few of those type of stories in there, too.
I've tried doing humor. Most people get sort of lost, 'cause a lot of things are apparently only funny to me. I'm much better at satire.
So, read through my stuff, criticize, applaud...what have you. Just comment, I like comments. They're all shiny.
Enjoy!
I'm Blue. Nice to meet you.
- Last seen on Oct 22 8:19 PM. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a 19 year old girl from Indiana (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm the terror that quacks in the night!.
- I have 109 comments, 2 contests
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His hands are sturdy with slightly stubby fingers and thick wrists, scars marring the surface of his pale skin.
They are folded in his lap, fingers interlaced and thumbs twiddling around one another thoughtlessly.100 words, 1 comment, September 18 -
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I sat at the edge of the playground doodling in the dirt - Our Pal Al for President at allpoetry
Our beautiful planet is turning to filth - To Lose Myself. at allpoetry
Staring over my shoulder / Into a world of color / That I create, separate / Yet unable to match / That work of art / Which watches as I move / Pencil poised, can't think / I know you're watching / And I see t
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Mnemosnye on January 31You need to update you're profile. You're not 18 anymore.
