: About Me

I'm 18. Seeing bands live are what give me the excitement I crave. I love nature and beautiful landscapes. I appreciate all forms of art. I play bass drum in my high school's marching band; I love it!

I've been "writing" for 3 years. I don't call myself a writer because I don't deserve that title. I'm just a teenage girl that enjoys writing. If I could draw what my imagination provides me then I would draw, but because I lack that talent I write out the images my mind creates with words instead of pictures.

Favorite Movies:
The Notebook, Leon: The Professional, A Lot Like Love, Spirited Away, Deja Vu, A Walk to Remember, The Secret Garden, Pleasant-ville, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Corrina Corrina.

Favorite Bands/Artists:
Bob Marley, KoRn, The Smashing Pumpkins, Coldplay, Metallica, Jimi Hendrix, ABK, Alice in Chains, Bjork, The Cure, Dave Matthews Band, Devandra Banhart, Enya, ICP, Incubus, The Killers, K'naan, Madonna, Moby, NIN, Pantera, Primus, Radiohead, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rob Zombie, Sarah McLachlan, The Servant, The Shins, Sigur Ros, Slipknot, System of a Down, Twiztid, The White Stripes, Zug Izland.

My passion is ...

photography and writing

I know too much about ...

not knowing enough

My parents always told me ...

to look both ways before you cross the street

My childhood ambition ...

was to be a vet

My first job ...

is non existant

My inspiration ...

is everyone i come in contact with whether it be a person that has failed horribly in life, is mediocre, or is very successful

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mother Nature

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Brunette locks frame her face like barber shop swirls. The bright ball of fury loyally looking down from high above kisses the apples of her cheeks. Trees sway like dancers to the beat of the wind. Triumphant leaves glide down slides of air, gently and slowly guiding them towards the ground. Cherry blossom petals, fragile and bold, escape the grasp of limbs and waltz. Her white dress balloons from the ground up as she runs. Silhouettes of freedom reflect in the eyes of the envy as her gaze followed the mockingbird's flight. Her thought, If only was loud and full of hope. Hilltops faded int...

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