a girl of seventeen;
rejected. reflected. amourous. admired. despised. bitter. cynical. realist.
i breathe/sleep/eat the written word.
love is a hypothesis and only that - in my mind i think of it like this. when i write, though, it comes out as a crippling, menacing force that isn't to be reckoned with.
take me as i am.
"all contempt and aftertaste, it's like i'm waiting for the scars to heal." - 'loretta young silks' by the sneaker pimps.
as of 5-11-08:
taking off all poems i like and may wish to publish someday.
sorry if this is an inconvenience of any sort.
FictionPress.com - let the words flow
