Hey, I'm SnowySilver. Wanna know a little about me? Too bad; I'm tellin' ya anyway (yeah, Leena, I'm stealin' this from you, all credit goes to the wonderful and AWESOME LeenaAmara. Read her stuff!):

Gender: Female... was it THAT hard to tell?

Likes: Anime, reading/writing, daydreaming, writing, BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER!!

I am: Crazy, weird, generous, complimentary, selfish, and constantly in the clouds

I hate: Pretending to be who I'm not, teasing, my judgemental side, homework, and the word normal. That word applies only to dishwashers and video games.

I love to: Daydream, shock people, note reactions, and chat on the Net (especially to random strangers!)

I tend to: Give out too many pencils, nag people if they don't pay me back, and scare people away because I very rarely hide my insanity and people think I'm too freaky.

I highly suggest: The poem Casablanca by Felicia Hemens, anything by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, The Sevenwaters Trilogy by Juliet Mariller!!They're my absolute favorite books! Daughter of the Forest, Son of the Shadows, and Child of the Prophecy are the book names. They ROCK!!

Favorite quotes: Yeesh I've got too many to choose from... here're a couple:

"Poets have been curiously silent on the subject of cheese." ~ G. K. Chesterton (my hero!!)

"Never judge a book by its movie." ~ J.W. Eagan

"Be polite to dragons, for you are crunchy and go well with ketchup." ~ Author Unknown

A little background into my stories/poems:

Daughter Day: The invention of this poem is actually kinda funny. One day, in English classin seventh grade, we were doing a poetry unit and we had a handout showing us how to write stanzas and all that stuff I pretty much zoned out for. We read this part of one poem which had "thee" and "hark" and various other Old English phrases, and the class clown-ish guy pretty much decided that the poet must have been from hundreds of years ago. I just wanted to prove him wrong, and then Daughter Day just sort of... sprang up. I'veheard a ton of interpretations about it, but the only one that really matters is yours. Anyway, it's become really close to me and I love it, but I also love to hear what other people think of it.

Daughter Day (Verson II): This is one of exactly two purposfully funny poems I've written. The story behind this is very simple: it was two A.M., I couldn't sleep, and I was tired. If you've read it already, you know why I wrote it. If not, I'm gonna tell you that it's even deeper than the first version and has much more symbolism. That's what I love telling my friends, and then I get to watch them laugh as they figure out I was LYING. Mwahahaha.

I Do Not Know This World: Many a fine poem has been written while the Spanish teacher gave notes for the upcoming chapter test, and this is the best example. It went through about three hundred different versions, and took me a month to get it more or less right. I really do like this poem, and a lot of other people seem to like it too. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

Sight: I chose this as the first short story-esque thing to post, and I have NO idea why. It avoids description, and it's really, really, completely weird. I just can't do symbolism, haha. Anyway, I wrote this in study hall when LeenaAmara (read her stuff!!) and I were bored and swapping random stories. She can do the whole mystical, what's-goin'-on thing really well.

Fall: If any family members are reading this poem, NO it's not based off me, it's based off half a picture I saw LeenaAmara drawing... it was faint, I was having fun with alliteration that day, and so came the lines "Fairly faint and faintly there." I'm not sure why I did a six-line form; I just felt like it, haha. I REALLY wish I could make poems into stanzas!!

Morning Run: I wrote this on a whim, 'cause the muses were screaming at me before my flute lesson and I was bored. It's definitely not my usual type of writing, but it's fairly okay, and we all do stuff like that for crushes. Or, is that just me...? I sent this into a little school literary magazine in freshman year, and somehow it won a best writing award. I'm still trying to figure out what they were on...

5.50, or My Strange Mind: Seemingly-deep poem with a twist ending. Basically an exact account of what happened one day when I was about to go home on the bus and Grandma wanted to give me money "in case anything happens."

The Flame: Fluff-ish poem that I thought was really neat when I wrote it. I'm not terribly enthusiastic about it at the moment, but I liked the rhyme schemes. And I keep agonizing over some of the grammar, which is annoying as all get-out.

I Call to Me the Warm West Wind: A Romantic-style poem that came out of nowhere. It pretty much speaks for itself. I kinda just wanted to put something in my new notebook, really.

Now that I've wasted your time and indulged in my own arrogance, feel free to read my stories/poems and please, PLEASE, tell me how I can improve, what you liked, what you hated, any comments, critiques, or questions. I need all the help I can get!!