I posted an entry for emmil's
Forbidden Love contest here on DA, and it looks rather lonely in my gallery. Thing is, I wasn't going to post much (read: anything) here on DA because I have a y!gallery account and a livejournal account, as well as a mostly abandoned fanfiction.net account and a fictionpress.com account that has seen better days.
I've been writing more original stuff, and hoarding in the hopes of it being publishable someday. So adding another place to keep updated with what
is posted seems like asking for trouble to me.
Still...that poor poem looks so lonely...>_>
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"We cannot choose what we are - yet what are we, but the sum of our choices?"
- Rob Grant
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
~William Wordsworth~
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
~William Wordsworth~
Enjoyed it quite much...see you don't plan to post more here, understand why, but I still think it's a shame.
Also, seeing Neil Gaiman in your favorite writers list made me think: "Good writer, good reader, wow...would like to know her better...must say "Hello" at least.
Well, hello-at least
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
I just checked out your art, and you do beautiful work! I especially liked your piece "Window."
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
~William Wordsworth~
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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knockin'[die]
knockin'[life]
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
~William Wordsworth~
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