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AGE: 22
LOC: Wilmington, NC
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: December 28

Hello :) I like, no love, everything that is creative and expressive. Writing is on top of the list. It is what I was born to do and I swim in a sea of literature never-ending, haha.

I am also into painting, music (playing and listening), anything crafty like weaving and jewelry-making, sewing, etc.

My favorite writers include Anais Nin, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, J.D. Salinger, William S. Burroughs, Sylvia Plath, Jack Kerouac and so many more!

Musically I’m a pretty big Batles fan. But even more so, I am a huge Paul McCartney fan (WINGS!). I also listen to Neil Young and Pink Floyd, Queen, Elton John, and The Grateful Dead.

I was an English Lit major in college (who wasn’t huh?) and now work with animals at a veterinary clinic.

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Poetry / Shell of Love
Version 1
13 Reviews   1 Comment
Incredible despair touches my already bruised skin. Flitting over it like a petal from a dead rose. Just take my body, please, and press yourself against it Infuse me like you are the only one who will save me. Endless propaganda beats my eyeballs until I cannot tell the difference. Desensitization of the core, and I succumbed to it, much in the way I succumbed to the idea Of lifelessness. I do not need morals I do not need empathy I do not need love I do not need love I do not need love I k...
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Poetry / Push
Version 2
5 Reviews   0 Comments
The push is pushing me hard Writers block finally falling away like the Berlin wall You stood on one side of this barricade as I on the other And for over a decade we whispered worthless words But if I could have said things differently I would not be where I am now Having learned much through the agony of the brain Words dripping one by one like a faucet that was never fixed Though like the water my words just drained away But I am feeling as though maybe... No, for certain … now my brain is...
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Poetry / Push
Version 1
0 Reviews   0 Comments
The push is pushing me hard Writers block finally falling away like the Berlin wall You stood on one side of it as I on the other And we whispered worthless words through this barricade But if I could have said things differently I would not be where I am now Having learned much through the agony of the brain Words dripping one by one like a faucet that was never fixed Though like the water my words just drained away But I am feeling as though maybe... No, for certain … now my brain is flowin...
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Poetry / Cling
Version 1
14 Reviews   2 Comments
You lay down next to me And close your windowless eyes Your weary body sags in this space But your mind is boxed in As lackluster walls and basic charm floats around us Pale blue walls and a cold grey floor What can I say to bring you back to me? I embrace your thick arms, pretend neither of us is wrong But I soul-dive into you and cannot catch my breath in time At least you are here not dead But that path has not always been better We’ve made a mess of love but somehow we cling
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Poetry / Daddy
Version 1
7 Reviews   3 Comments
Prose. Warm. Desperate. So sad, sad, sad .. Sad like reacquainting a lonely fool to a hole in the wall and calling it daddy. Like childhood. Like being a child. Memories always wanting to fade away. I fight a war but am so damn confused as to why. My roots, if I ever had any, won’t take to any soil. A constant feeling of restlessness and the only possible relief? To face him. To step away from the hole in the wall. To find a living breathing man of flesh and hate and, love? A man whom I have ...
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Poetry / Regarding Hummingbirds
by KEHwriter
Ahhhh, there is too much criteria!! Narrow it down to a few essentials and leave it at that. But, for the piece itself, it flows mostly well. I like the idea of it. I can't help but think there is more to it. In between the lines I am looking for something more, not quite sure what it is, but something is missing. I like the closing line. Poor hummingbird. But I think you flow into the last line a little too quickly from the previous thought of the hummingbird looking for food and appearing s...
Poetry / How to Write
by MrJawbreakingEquilibrium
Makes sense. More of a quote than anything, but it speaks for itself. You pour the cement - the mixture of life? The positives, negatives, soul-wrenching letdowns? All that stuff would be in my cement mixture for sure! you wait - and wait - and wait - for what? For your life to live itself! For your life to give more meaning? For the work to fall together, or - to be cemented. Carve - well, the final version (which never really exists, does it?). Work out the kinks, as they say. Carve your wo...
Quotes / Love
by SJFoss
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Quotes / Discarded in the wind
by fictionaddiction
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Quotes / 6 word memoir...writers life..:)
by cooljim102055
Haha, I read the reviewer note and though "hmmm, this is a strange quote" :P As for the REAL quote ... Lots and lots to interpret in this. Everyone will surely get their own meaning. For me, it's sort of a "less is more" effect. We speak all of our lives, trying to convey ourselves and connect and understand and ... well God knows what else! But, in the end, there is really not much to say, only lots to reflect on! I envisioned a quiet soul sitting somewhere, just thinking, not speaking. So, ...
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