sweetNsour96
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Joined 03-22-13, id: 907793, Profile Updated: 03-23-13
Author has written 3 stories for Fantasy, General, and Love.

Hey. Im 16, Im new here. Im confused.

I love happy endings. I love fluff. And i love reading and writing stories and poetry!

i want to be a writer. and a psychologist. and a professor. plus if psychologist doesnt work out then a lawyer definitely :)

i wanna help people and make this world a better place so that people remember me long after im gone

my mission statement?
*MIND, BODY, HEART, SOUL*
bAlAnCe

well... i guess im cool with all kinds of people. i dont really care, a person just needs to be good at heart. thats my criteria.

i love writing what others advice me to write so if you have something specific in mind bring it on! :)

my favourite poems:-

After A While
1971 Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman,
not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...

The Cold Within

James Kinney

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood
Or so the story’s told.

Their dying fire in need of logs
The first man held his back
For of the faces round the fire
He noticed one was black.

The next man looking ‘cross the way
Saw one not of his church
And couldn’t bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes.
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy shiftless poor.

The black man’s face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight.
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

The last man of this forlorn group
Did nought except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

Their logs held tight in death’s still hands
Was proof of human sin.
They didn’t die from the cold without
They died from the cold within.

well... i guess thats it... i love all of you... and who ever is reading it... smile, and keep smiling.

cuz life is too short to waste in tears ;)

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Melting fire, Burning ice reviews
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Fiction: Fantasy - Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,030 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 4/4/2013 - Published: 3/23/2013
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poetry again... all about description of your love and what they mean to you :) hope you like it
Poetry: Love - Rated: T - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 153 - Published: 3/23/2013 - Complete
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Poetry: General - Rated: T - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 73 - Favs: 1 - Published: 3/23/2013 - Complete