I love to write, it's one of my greatest joys.
Check out my poetry at http://allpoetry.com/Romanee
Who inspires me
Tallulah Bankhead "I'm as pure as the driven slush"
Sylvia Plath
Edie Sedgwick
Oscar Wilde
Gwen Stefani
What I love
Bollywood Good films
The 30s and 40s Anime
Books Making up my own quotes
Poetry Jewellery
Favourite Films
And God created Woman Pulp Fiction
The Virgin Suicides Girl Interrupted
Memoirs of a Geisha Bonnie and Clyde
Check out my poetry at http://allpoetry.com/Romanee
Who inspires me
Tallulah Bankhead "I'm as pure as the driven slush"
Sylvia Plath
Edie Sedgwick
Oscar Wilde
Gwen Stefani
What I love
Bollywood Good films
The 30s and 40s Anime
Books Making up my own quotes
Poetry Jewellery
Favourite Films
And God created Woman Pulp Fiction
The Virgin Suicides Girl Interrupted
Memoirs of a Geisha Bonnie and Clyde
- Last seen on Dec 2 6:29 AM 2007. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a woman (Ireland)
- When I'm not writing, I'm at school.
- Visit my homepage at www.youtube.com/profile?user=worldwind06
- I have 16 comments
My Stories
1 - 4 of 5
Show all
-
Her beauty was spellbinding. When she walked into a room her hips swishing from side to side, an impish grin on her perfect cupid bow lips. Oh what I would give to feel those lips against mine. Her eyes, great pools of green,
-
The days were getting longer and a dark cloud had descended upon the city. As Lilly looked out the window she had a deep unsettling feelinf of sadness. "I must get away from this black weather, for it's making my mood black",200 words, 1 comment, September 27, 2007. In Fiction
-
The year was 1496. The destination Venice and as the statuesque woman walked up the steps to St Marks Bassilica no one around new the beauty which this woman possessed. For her face was hidden under a black lace veil. What th
My other items
1 - 3 of 25
Show all
- Satine, the poor little rich girl.......... at allpoetry
She only ever wore black, except for her shoes They were either pink, yellow or blue - Two Paths at allpoetry
A young girl, that's what I was Ignorant of suffering - The Rose Of Deceit at allpoetry
You and I were the kings and queens of an age We had it all
