Quirkykitty

Hmm
I guess I've always wanted to write, somewhere. I am obsessed with people's stories. You know, their lives. (Okay, sounds creepy, I guess, but thats not it)
I love watching traffic go by, and thinking that every single car contains the center of someone's reality at that moment. So many realities, so many stories. It's really beautiful.

I LOVE to read.... Nothing makes me sadder than kids like me who either can't or don't read -- they're missing so much.

My Stories

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My Poetry

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  • The August moon sweats silver droplets across the night sky, and I listen as the quilt whispers its tune,
    <100 words, December 22, 2007
  • <100 words, December 22, 2007
  • scrap your apologies throw them to the ground
    <100 words, December 22, 2007

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  • A Moment to Remember at allpoetry
    The August moon sweats silver droplets across the night sky, and I listen as the quilt whispers its tune,
  • breaking point at allpoetry
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  • through at allpoetry
    scrap your apologies throw them to the ground

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