"It's better to feel pain than nothing at all. The opposite of love's indifference."-the Lumineers

My forum- http://www.fictionpress.com/forum/Reviewer-Brigade/7276/

Hey guys! I have a tumblr. It is writer21musician dot tumblr dot com

Looks- Dirty blonde hair/light brown hair (apparently, one of my friends think I'm blonde enough for blonde jokes, but not blonde enough to be classified as a blonde. Wth?), hazel green eyes, shoulder length hair, and if you really want more of a description than that, then you're a creeper.

Age- Between 13 and 18

Favorite bands- Onerepublic, 30 Seconds to Mars, Of Monsters and Men, Mumford and Sons, Imagine Dragons, The Fray, and Jason Walker.

Summaries.

Depression Unleashed: My darker side writes almost all my poems, sorry but when I try writing happy stuff I fail epically. This is where I'm putting all my poems worthy of sharing. I don't really like poem collections anymore, though, so this is done.

My life. Well anything I think is worthy of writing a poem about in my life shall go here along with an explanation about what it's about. This is also done, and has been for a while. I just don't like the poems in it anymore.

Rants for the soul, intended for the author: It seems such a shame to keep my infinitely wise rants in my head, so now they're online. Not done yet.

Not cut out for this: Just a short poem written after having a 'what the hell am I gonna do with my life' crisis.

Haven't you heard: My hatred for society shines through here.

Life: oh this'll be crap, I can tell you that already. More for my benefit than anyone elses. A diary of sorts. Sorta on hiatus unless I have a burning need to write something for this.

The Fan: A weird poem from the pov of a fan. I'm going to defend myself here and say it is a metaphor.

Me: A collection of poems that represent me. This one is somewhat done, but shall be added to if a need arises.

Matchmaking: My first fictionpress story. Romance, lots of love triangle business. On hiatus for school and stuff.

Little Cutter: Cutting hurts your friends, too.

I have to keep living?: A poem through the eyes of a terminally ill patient.

You're my net: My best friend may need more help than me, so why should I weigh her down with my problems?

A Poem a Day: I got the prompts from tumblr. Pm me if you want them.

Here are some of my favorite poems that I wrote.

Why, oh why, do I fight it

That life jacket of apathy

That promises to shield me from the hurt

When the hurt I feel threatens to drown me

Hopelessly I'll kick

And fight these swirling black waters

Until I admit defeat

And strap on my only hopeless hope

(from chapter 5 in depression unleashed)

Fire litters the ground

The winds swirls it up

Touching the sun

Golden, red, orange

Envy the light

Up, up, and up they search

The leaves trying to attain greatness

Never reaching it

They settle for a special place in my heart

Reserved for dreamers

And live there until they wilt away

(from chapter 2 of my life)