: About Me

hmm...my about me is facing a renovation right now. please check back never.

My passion is ...

Pushing myself to the limits

I know too much about ...

Useless knowledge

My parents always told me ...

Things that i'm surprised to have survived

My childhood ambition ...

Astronaut/Opera Singer/Marine/Painter/Archaeologist/Power Ranger

My favorite memory ...

I forgot

Why I write ...

Outlet for emotions I can't express otherwise

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

Pan's Labyrinth Soundtrack

My first job ...

Walgreens

My best moment ...

Parent's Weekend

My inspiration ...

My Future

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Thoughts

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De-Composed The whir of the wind and outside distractions the noise of my fingers as they speak for me the creak of my chair as i fidget and stir and the symphony of my thoughts. Both requiem and grand overture triumph in my spite as my thoughts that clash and fall around me toil in the fight. Some die in the battle and never win and serve only to fuel a writer's despair, the lament that is sewn is of no compare for the only dead that can torture this living soul are the words that got away.

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