: About Me

I am twenty-one and live in Colorado Springs. I was born in California, and greatly miss the beach. I do not enjoy being land-locked, though the mountains and wildlife within my radius do provide good photography opportunities.

My greatest passions are music and writing. I have played violin for about eight years, I have sung my whole life (though never professionally), I have played guitar for a few years, and hope to some day learn piano, banjo and flute. I enjoy writing fiction and poetry. I have not really completed any stories in years, though ideas do flood my mind. Despite the wide ranges of my two biggest hobbies, I do find it ridiculously hard to motivate.

People typically tell me I am very organic and personal when it comes to my writing and music. I am trying to further personify this by using more of my own emotions to define the sensations I try to describe to my readers. I hope that everyone will give me some feedback on my writing.

I am also hoping that I will meet some writer's and/or editors that live here in the Springs, or even Denver, so that we could speak and critique in person, maybe even gossip like school girls! (Just to clarify, I am in a great relationship with the woman of my dreams, and I really do just want to meet to read, write and discuss...)

"Those that destroy us, strengthen us. Those that nurture us, raise us. Thus we are defined through our captors and tormentors."

Joshua_Bills@hotmail.com

My passion is ...

Music and writing, and writing music, and writing while listening to music, and so on...

My parents always told me ...

You are going to stand with your nose against that wall until you finish your homework. (I now sleep standing up)

My childhood ambition ...

To be a great musician. Not to be the best guitarist, vocalist, pianist, or any such thing, rather to be known for my beautiful compositions.

Why I write ...

I love to write because it releases me from the mundane and the simple.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Pinback

My first job ...

A pizzaria!

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark Poems

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THE DARK PRINCE I. He sat alone, so late the hour, Outside, the leaves, flowers and lake, Not one tremble, stir or quake, The stars then began to wane and cower, Beckoning the moon's new awesome power, Lost shadows below, did convulse and shake II. The moon did smile, the stone-cast tomb, The webs of angels, breathe silver tears, Murky waters hold baptismal fears, Within the garden, the fallen bloom, Their beauty lost to encroaching gloom, With minds stretched far, they evade the years III. The sun shone bright, this dreary day, Reveal young blood, to the dread of light, Plagued creatures,...

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