Okay, if your looking at my profile, that means you must be at least slightly interested in who I am. Well, what you find may confuse you. It may not. I really don't care. I like fiction a lot more than poetry, but poetry comes out a lot easier...is there such a thing as poet's block? These are the questions one must ask him or herself. I happen to be that first one. Such is the way of life.

I really love getting reviews, it brings much joy in my life. The only reason I write this now is so people might notice and like the way I write. So, if you are reading this, please, I would really appreciate it if you reviewed some of my poems or stories. If you want to know a little more about me, (can't imagine why you would though), I am one of those freaks that if you find that right book will read for twenty-four hours straight.

I am not one of those people who have a big ego, or at least I don't think so. I know that I have a unique voice in my writing, or at least I'm pretty sure I do. (mostly in my fiction, my poetry sucks) And if you like that voice, once again I would love it if you would contact me on anything you want to say to me. Honestly, I'm open to "I hate you, you egotistical maniac". Reading my fiction isn't the only thing I want you to do though, I really also NEED to know that you read it. Reviews are like my safe drugs. If im addicted to anything, its defiantly reviews.

A/N: Anyone has the right to send me nasty e-mails asking why I have not updated. In fact, I would prefer if you did.

Dreaming Nightmare: The most friggin creepy thing I have ever written. Based on a dream I had. Very stange, very short. Don't expect too much. This story is complete.

Simple Philosophies For A Not So Simple Life: Perhaps one of the more interesting peices that I have written. I think it is my favorite non-story, and that includes poetry there. Out of my stuff that is. I love other people's poetry. Two philosophies are up and running. Not sure if there's going to be a third anytime soon; I write when inspiration comes. This story is most likely never to be continued.

RED: I love this story so much. The first chapter I wrote about a year ago, and didn't realize that I hadn't posted it yet. I've just recently decided to continue it. This will be a short story, three or four chapters, at the maximum. This story is complete.

Prince Tales: My first dive in to a fairy tale. And I am very much enjoying it right now. Problem is, I'm running out of ideas fast. Probably won't be continued for a while. This story is on hold. Other stories will pretty much always come first.

Poetry: I love poetry. Not most of mine, but here are the ones I am willing to post. I removed a great lot of them, because they became too wearisome to keep. I was such a bad poet back then. I used to think it was just making words rhyme. Now I know, it is far more. All poetry comes at completely random times. Live with it.

Thoughts Machine: Of my vast collection of poetry, this is not exactly one of my favorite, but I like the idea the poem has behind it. You can figure what that is yourself.

Immovable Man: For a man who lives forever... this poem holds a steady, yet changing theme. You don't see it in the beginning for what it really is, but as the poem develops, the meaning forms.

Rain Drop: Weather is consistently used as a metaphor. I figured I wanted to join in on all the fun, and perhaps throw in my voice in there.

In the Silence of the Night: Ah, one of my favorite poems with plenty of meaning that you can decide for yourself (which just so happens to be my favorite kind). It was inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's, The Bells.

The Choice is but to Choose: A ridiculous poem about making choices. I had to read it several times to make sure what I said make sense. But, it all does. Have fun with this one.

I was Once Told: A poem about...Well, I'm not really sure. I wrote it while I was divinely empowered on a mission trip and don't remember how it came to be. But I like it.

Light: An interesting poem I wrote right before bed while searching for inspiration. I like it.

So, hey: A poem I wrote in the middle of a random school day...I'm not sure exactly what to call it.

Empty People: Interesting peice that I really enjoy. I don't really have any idea how to describe it though. It's the kind of poem that delievers powerful bit in the last line.

Life: A poem that I wrote to a friend when she asked me how life was. I was bored, and little inspired.

Quote:

"The only job you can start at the top is digging a hole."

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