I somehow lost my muse the last stretch here. Some of it I'm proud of, some of it is just a release of emotions, no matter how badly written.
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since December 4, 2004.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 148 comments.
- I am a 20 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
- I have 148 comments
My Poetry
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Inside a shelter, in the early morning
she rises to start the day -
For far too long you've held me back
for far too long you've guided
My Stories
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I woke up with a start, shuddering in the cold. Some days it was hard being alone. Harder than I liked to admit. I wrapped my cloak tighter around me. F359 lines, 1 comment, October 20, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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I stood, pressing my hand against my side. The wound I'd recieved had long since healed, but occasionally still pained me with a change of weather. I glanced around333 lines, 1 comment, May 7, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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I handed my daughter a tarnished brass ornament engraved with her name, as my husband took pictures of our family. Our Christmas tree might be a little small, and it cert
