PrettyBlueJeans

I'm alli; eighteen years old
More commonly seen on ALLPOETRY.COM
but still not all that frequent there.

any other questions?
I suggest you read my profile on allpoetry
& read a bit of my writing =)








"Death come around, forced to hear its song,
And know tomorrow can't be depended on."
love you Joey, miss ya tons.

  • Member since March 25, 2006.
  • I am a 19 year old girl (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm partying or working.
  • I have 14 comments, 173 poems, 6 stories

My Stories

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  • Joey Memoir
    “You can be anywhere where when your life begins. You meet the right person and anything is possible.”- Crazy/Beautiful1
    4300 words, 2 comments, March 16, 2009. In Life, Love
  • never goodbye
    1 / most boys were like bubblegum on the tip of my tongue, i told you, so sweet for a while, but then they lose their sugar and theres nothing left. you looked up from your nicotine stick and you
    600 words, 2 comments, March 17, 2008
  • "love" at seventeen years
    The night you picked me up at my house my heart was thumping like it would jump right out of my chest. I had just pulled into the driveway
    500 words, June 21, 2007. In
  • the night the stars stopped shining
    At 5:19 on Sunday December 4, 2005 I was sitting on the couch in my living room flipping through a sale flyer to the mall wondering what on earth I was going to buy my parents
    1400 words, 13 comments, December 19, 2005. In <200 lines, Romance

My Poetry

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  • static
    the air is stale and silent
    and i'm the only static thats buzzing
    <100 words, February 6
  • rot
    i swear that there is soot
    raining from the sky
    <100 words, 1 comment, January 19
  • speeding
    i'm tapping the pen against the steering wheel
    and biting my lip as i grip the wheel
    <100 words, November 23, 2009

My other items

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  • a collection of confessions at allpoetry
    love isnt like it is in the movies.
  • breathe. at allpoetry
    there are leaves on the ground and you are pounding a pack of camel menthol number nine upside down to your palm as your mouth moves with words and promises that i dont hear because i am watching you pound and pound and pound
  • secrets at allpoetry
    like rose petals and spilled pretzel crumbs
    and broken chairs and blood

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