Hello darlings.
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I shall return. Soon.
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Whooo! Ok, for the most part, I am a poetry writer. Which is rather ironic, considering I used to write only really long stories and couldn't put a poem together to save my life. Currently, I have mostly poems, with a couple of essays and one oneshot. Which is called I'll Love You Forever. Which I'd really like for you to read, dear. Please?
The poetry varies. Groupings is actually just a place where I'm sticking all the haiku, by the way.
I suck at spelling and grammar! You have been warned. Spellcheck only goes so far, but I usually try to go over it once or twice before it gets here. If you see any obvious errors, feel free to point them out. It won't be anything new.
I love talking to people! I love reading what other people write! I love philosophy! I love you!
Reviewers: Please please PLEASE leave me reasons why you like (or don't like) a piece of writing. Please. I beg of you! Reviews make my day!
I love to talk to people. You're always welcomed to drop by my MySpace, or email me.
(Note to artists/those with a lot of free time: I am very easily bribed with art and short stories. A few of the poems on here ((namely Cloudy and A Moment)) were created as the result of bribery with random pictures. Just as a side note...hinthinthinthint)
(If you just want a review for a story, feel free to drop me a line! As mentioned before, I love reading people's poetry, and I've been known to camp out at my computer all day just for one story!)
For The Bored/Interested:
"Who is Ariel of Wonderland?", you may (or most likely may not) be asking yourself. Well, I am going to be a sophomore this year. I am the eldest of three children, and the only female. My first name is indeed Ariel, and that is the only name you need to know me by. I've screwed up a lot of my life, and I believe that everyone has the capability to change. I'm not going to say I'm proud of the person I was, because I'm not. I've had a lot of regrets, and I have days where I kind of regress, but I've realized in the end, all I have is tomorrow. I don't want to die with regrets. Someone I held in very high regard did so, and when he passed, he gave me a list of things I needed to finish for him. One of the thirty-eight things was to eventually write a coming-of-age novel and get it published. So, for him, I write. I can't promise it's good. I can't promise I'll change. But I promise I'll listen to what you say, and try my hardest to see your points. If you disagree with me, fine. I love to hear different opinions. I love to see through different eyes.
I don't believe in pretending to be normal. My idea is, the people who I would want to meet will love me despite the flaws and failures. I have plenty of both.
Ariel Loves: Sunsets, moonlight, rain, thunderstorms, writing, reading, acting, dancing, talking to people, walking around at night, hugs and cuddles, pulling all nighters, history, philosophy, math (yes, math. Well, geometry. The rest can go eat a cantaloupe...), dark chocolate, her friends, her family(that hasn't estranged her), and simply staring at the moon and stars.
Ariel Doesn't Quite Love: Sunrises, getting sunburned, people gaining from harsh cruelty, being sick (which happens a lot during the summer), hot weather in general, loudness, waking up early, and milk chocolate.
Any questions, comments, or just wanting to chat, feel free to hit that PM button at the top of this page.
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