- Member since March 25, 2006.
- I have 67 comments, 533 poems, 28 stories
My Stories
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The old seer woman looked at the man sitting across from her with curiosity. Her eyes were a light blue color, shrouded in a clouded mist which seemed to reach across her
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Scene IV
(The scene opens up to AIYA sitting beside a lone gravestone. Some blue flowers are laying over it and she looks down at the ground silently. A few tears dripping d -
Scene III
(The next scene is back at the alleyway. It's daytime this time and the birds can be heard in the background. AIYA is passing from R, walking slowly as she comes t -
SCENE II
(The next scene opens up in a police station. There are a few desks with computers, all unoccupied except for two. DEPUTY and JONATHAN BROWN are sitting at their d
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Written November 4th, 2008
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Spinning, spinning In the technicolored sun that rises<100 words, 3 comments, December 12, 2007
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- Why Do I Not Matter? A Proposition 8 Essay at allpoetry
Written November 4th, 2008 - Without Breath at allpoetry
Spinning, spinning In the technicolored sun that rises - [ Winter's breath kissed the darkness ] at allpoetry
Winter's breath kissed the darkness Mist rising as heat met ice
