ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
16 years old. Relatively moody, very curious and nosy. Always looking for all the answers. Do I necessarily find them? No. But roads are for journeys, not for destinations. Other titles [August 2000]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (10) A Fostered Dream (Poetry) Sometimes, giving up and hoping for the worst is easier than facing what you are afraid of. There comes a point when one truly doesn't give a damn because he's been beaten by his pain, and dying seems... [171 words] A Pointless Search (Poetry) A poem about a confused lover looking for his/her mate, but in all the wrong places and all the wrong ways. [123 words] Angel Wings Of Paper (Poetry) Remnants of childhood abuse. Find the main them written in all the centered words - read each centered single word from top to bottom. [82 words] Cosmic Tides (Poetry) A very quiet poem about one person's realization that they are infinitely small compared to the universe. [187 words] Death By Poseidon (Poetry) This is not so much a straight-forward poem as it is a puzzle, or a mind game. It presents two possibilities to what REALLY happened in the bulk of the poem. After you've read the poem through, read t... [78 words] Here To Stay (Songs) A song about being happy because you are comforted by the knowledge that you're lover will never leave you. [202 words] Meaningful Things (Poetry) The little things have come to be what matter the most. It's the small things which make all the difference. [72 words] Running (Away?) (Poetry) The title should be sufficient explanation. [47 words] Searching The Universe (Poetry) We search, in everything, for the one thing in which we find it hardest to believe or trust... [28 words] Society (Poetry) It's funny how we often shun those who don't make us feel happy or good or comfortable. What about those people who are depressed? Mentally retarded? Suffering from anger and sadness? Getting older an... [90 words]
Silence Samantha Carter
Storm came with quite breezes And billowed my skirt And ruffled my hair. He whispered in my ear And he told me of the rain to come. Then he caressed my cheek And went on his way to warn the next person.
His rain never stops As long as we send them
He came to me again with his quiet warning When I was with family dressed All in black and masks of stone. He sat next to me and held my hang And he told me that rain would come soon. And I cried at his thunder And spitting hail.
His reign never stops As long as we send them.
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"At first I was uncertain who "he" was in your poem, but reading it over again, I believe I interpretted it as a "higher" being in this persons life proposing all the dangers and hard ships of life. Very well written, and the word choice was excellent as well." -- Katie.
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