I love to read and write anything. poetry or fiction or non fiction or history ... etc.
I like books that make me think...
My husband is stationed in Hawaii at k-bay. He is a United States Marine and I couldn't be prouder. He is my Hero. As are many friends serving by his side.
I love fantasy and scifi and history. I love war drama and I am trying to write a book, or four...
one fantasy/scifi I started when I was little and am now improving upon.
one advice type book with sill stories from my life.
one apocalyptic type book.
I hate typing so it is hard to get the words and thoughts on paper.
I like books that make me think...
My husband is stationed in Hawaii at k-bay. He is a United States Marine and I couldn't be prouder. He is my Hero. As are many friends serving by his side.
I love fantasy and scifi and history. I love war drama and I am trying to write a book, or four...
one fantasy/scifi I started when I was little and am now improving upon.
one advice type book with sill stories from my life.
one apocalyptic type book.
I hate typing so it is hard to get the words and thoughts on paper.
- Last seen on Nov 5 11:10 PM. Member since March 26, 2006.
- I am a woman from Hawaii (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a college student.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/asweetheartlost
- I have 5 comments, 15 poems, 9 stories, 5 philosophies, 1 journal
Stories I'm focused on
My Stories
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300 words, 1 comment, November 4
My Poetry
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You're something I've never had before
A friend that never asks 'what for?'<100 words, 2 comments, November 19 -
sticky popsicle stick flung backward
landing in a puddle of poo<100 words, 1 comment, November 5
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- [ a little poof of smoke springs up ] at allpoetry
a little poof of smoke springs up
snatching moisture from my tongue - Solitary love at allpoetry
When you called me I wept.
Bitterly. - Love that PT at allpoetry
there's somethin' 'bout them
scimpy PT gear
My journal entries
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D-3 Well, the days are starting to break away from us. Moments no longer within our grasp as the countdown begins. The time is short enough to count in hours if we wanted, which we dont. I dug through the recesses of my being and managed to pull out the worn and tired mask. My VictorWhisky. My stoic friend. She letsNovember 15, 200 words. → Make first comment?
