: About Me

What can I say about me. I'm another brick in the wall. I've drifted from my highs and to my lows. It hurts sometimes, and sometimes I wake up shivering cold. Poetry is an escape. People come and go like ghosts on a freight train; this gets to me alot. My past is my past, I don't like to remember it too much, cause remembering can be painful at times.

But I've never seen better days...

My passion is ...

faith, love, and God

I know too much about ...

Lonesome

My parents always told me ...

Be true to yourself

My childhood ambition ...

To be fun and free

My favorite memory ...

Nothing in one specific, but the memories of finding something that I can dream about

Why I write ...

To write is to express; to hold inside can do damage

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

Currently: Watching: Roseanne; Reading: Philosophy 101; and Listening: Slow grunge/soft/classic rock

My first job ...

Dishwasher at age 15

My best moment ...

was the time that people tell me that I've helped them out so much

My inspiration ...

I'll let you decipher it from these lyrics (Counting Crows - Round Here): "Step out the front door, like a ghost, into the fog, where no one notices the contrast of white on white. In between the moon and you, the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again - Where? I dont know." This line of lyrics has so much of my insperation.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My own society

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My soul floats around This cold rustic train Ghosts that I've been with Live on here, not in vein Tears fall down my cheek I feel alone I feel alive Everyone's gone I look at other people I see potential Some things changed in my heart Cold and withdrawn is my style I feel so withdrawn in my life I have my own society I'm living for anyone these days While I live in my own poverty Maybe I have become cold-hearted Maybe I have given up Maybe I should fade away But my words will stop I've seen the fire in your eyes I've watched them turn blue Once warm and loving Now cold is due I've grown h...

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