: About Me

I wrote my first poem at age 6, I still remember it. My mother thought it was the best thing she had ever read and still has a copy of it. I can't tell you how many journals I have filled, story thoughts I have entertained or books I have read. I am crafty and artsy to the core. I love to learn new things. If being a professional student paid better, that would be my ideal profession. I have taken numerous writing classes. I have had the opportunity to participate in writing and art programs all through out college and also travel the US and 7 countries. Only 185 countries to go!

My passion is ...

new every week.

I know too much about ...

my co-workers love lives.

My parents always told me ...

Stick with me Kid, no more sleeping in the streets :P

My childhood ambition ...

To make a difference.

My favorite memory ...

Cruising down the street in Nom Penh, Cambodia on the back of a moped; the driver, me and my traveling friend. All squished together!

Why I write ...

Why not?

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

Twilight-Hello, the coolest thing out there.

My first job ...

Teaching baton and dance for the city.

My best moment ...

Doing the electric slide as a freshman with all the seniors. I was cool like that.

My inspiration ...

GOD. . . Woo

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lost love

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Blood Stains Red lips pressed against the phone. Tears fell upon her soft words. She cried, forgive me oh please. Don't take my love away from me. Tears fell upon her soft words. A single voice cannot replace. Don't take the love away from her. Time won't change the implications. A single voice cannot replace. Memories once cherished moments. Time won't change the implications. Circumstances hold prisoners. Memories once cherished moments. Turn to hateful punches and blows. Circumstances hold prisoners. Love is secondary to life. Turning hateful punches and blows, Into scars on her fragile...

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