I'm 20 years old and a senior at Mizzou. I'm a Business/English major. I'm working on a novel that I hope to have done by this summer, but I might have to extend to the end of the year. I've been a member on AP for quiet a while since poetry was my first love, but I've found that I like prose just as much if not more.
Right now I've got so much going on. Work, school, love, and life. School and writing have my plate full enough, but I decided to start working out soon too. Oh my!
If there's anything else you need to know feel free to ask.
Thoughts:
"You will hit a brick wall, and that brick wall is life."
"If you don't realize you know nothing, you will never know anything."
"If it's worth writing about, then it shouldn't be written about."
Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, be passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
Right now I've got so much going on. Work, school, love, and life. School and writing have my plate full enough, but I decided to start working out soon too. Oh my!
If there's anything else you need to know feel free to ask.
Thoughts:
"You will hit a brick wall, and that brick wall is life."
"If you don't realize you know nothing, you will never know anything."
"If it's worth writing about, then it shouldn't be written about."
Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, be passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
- Last seen on Oct 18 9:07 PM. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a 20 year old woman from Missouri (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Student (junior at Mizzou).
- Visit my homepage at www.xanga.com/WritersBrickWall
- I am in the groups Adult Room
- I have 225 comments, 5 contests, 17 poems, 30 stories, 5 philosophies
Stories I'm focused on
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She could hear a lock being worked from the other side and the door swung open to reveal a shirtless Sean standing in front of her.1 / “Who is…” he looked up as the door finished it’s swing and h1800 words, 2 comments, February 27, 2008
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Chapter 21 / September 19thth LaGuardia, NYC2 / A child’s shrill scream broke into Cassie’s thoughts, breaking apart a fantasy world she’d been building for the past2300 words, 4 comments, February 23, 2008
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Introduction1 / September 20th 2007 Columbia, MO2 / The soft sigh lifted in the empty apartment as Cassie got off the couch and walked aimlessly to the kitchen. Open2800 words, 4 comments, January 7, 2008
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Darkened streaks / Flashes of Red / Painted Flesh / Swirling purples / Clashing / Spirals of Green / Colored skin / Glistening Tango / Wond<100 words, 10 comments, June 27, 2007
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Break / Reality is frigid / Speak / The unseen screams / The talking wanders / Breathe / It's hard to / Shallow Quick / Relax / Keep talking / Run / Long aching strain / Nourish / Ref - Color me at allpoetry
Darkened streaks / Flashes of Red / Painted Flesh / Swirling purples / Clashing / Spirals of Green / Colored skin / Glistening Tango / Wondering / Forgetting / Racing / Torching Orage / Bleeding a path
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Danni. on February 28Your an awesome writer. Keep it up!
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rain-cloud : thanks for adding me on March 29, 2007thanks for adding me that really made me feel welcome!
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Ezekiel Goldstein : MindCock on July 11, 2006this author, well, she hates me. Not really, but she likes to get me hot blooded, and not in a sexual way. If we wind up ripping each others faces off with naught but tooth and nail, it would not be a surprise.
Highly talented, and intelligent, and not nearly as egotistical as me. Take that as you will.
