I've always written poetry, and a couple years ago I wrote a mystery dinner theater script for Andy's Summer Playhouse, the theater I grew up acting with in NH. The show was a hit, and they asked me to write another. That prompted me to take a creative writing class at school (Hofstra University), and I've really fallen in love with it.
I'm 20, and a music major (vocal performance) at Hofstra University. I mostly sing opera, but I do basically everything. I'm originally from New Hampshire, and now live in NY while I attend Hofstra.
I'm 20, and a music major (vocal performance) at Hofstra University. I mostly sing opera, but I do basically everything. I'm originally from New Hampshire, and now live in NY while I attend Hofstra.
- Last seen on Mar 8 10:42 PM 2007. Member since October 24, 2006.
- I am a girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Student - Vocal Performance.
- I have 2 comments, 57 poems, 3 stories
My Stories
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Her dazzling eyes faded to a broken jade, and her freckles stood out against her ghostly skin. She returned to her tiny apartment in a dirt
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I was terrified. Every day I expected someone to realize that I didn't belong, that I was a fraud, an impostor. Every Thursday I was afraid1100 words, October 24, 2006. In Nonfiction, Personal
My Poetry
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A cackle, then a cruel smile,
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Nights here, / shine almost as bright as the days. / The moon smiles down / lighting the fields with her silver warmth. / Flashlights and fear are left at home, / As children wander the shining streets. / The
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- Fairy of Teeth at allpoetry
A cackle, then a cruel smile,
as her hair dances like spiders. - Geisha at allpoetry
Her pale fingers grasp / The brilliant colored fan / Gracefully spinning / Lowered eyes fix on / The silk that wraps her body / With cherry blossoms / White makeup, layered / Upon her quiet features, - New Hampshire at allpoetry
Nights here, / shine almost as bright as the days. / The moon smiles down / lighting the fields with her silver warmth. / Flashlights and fear are left at home, / As children wander the shining streets. / The
