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Diana Kouprina



Booksie Address: http://www.booksie.com/Diana_Kouprina
Country: United States
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Favorite book: The Great Gatsby
Member Since: Nov 21, 2013

Featured Writing

The Past 12 hours Unraveled

Short Story by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Dec 30, 2013
What does one do when everything that was once trusted,...
Tags:loss, fear, forgiveness, friendship, heartbreak, trust, joy, mistrust, sadness, accident, car

White Walls

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Dec 23, 2013
This poem is about being inprisoned in circumstance.
Tags:depression, fear, hope, prison, isolation, circumstaces

What do you do when your heart breaks in two?

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Dec 1, 2013
A lesson learned, do not drink and ponder in the night.
Tags:love, misery, beauty, pain, fear, loneliness, darkness, heart, joy, break, stolen

Perfection

Script by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Dec 1, 2013
Victoria and Jerry are a happily married couple. Victory...
Tags:drugs, love, life, loneliness, dark, drama, rich, depressed, story, empty, act

Damaged Scars

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 26, 2013
I finally understood and accepted that certain...
Tags:love, loss, pain, truth, journey, growth, prospective

The Wench. at The Winch.

Essay by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 23, 2013
I had recently found my old boarding school year books. I...

The Instrument

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 23, 2013
This Poem is for the one man in my life who went to hell...
Tags:love, poetry, life, faith, hope, truth

Dusty Air

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 22, 2013
I found a picture posdessed so much beauty and truth,...
Tags:poetry, life, beauty, woman, writing, letting, strength, prose

Dreamers Dream

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 22, 2013
When I feel all is lost. My inner voice forces me to hang...
Tags:poetry, depression, hope, light, thoughts, prose

The Yogurt Theory

Essay by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 21, 2013
While searching for something to eat, I had an epiphany,...
Tags:life, non-fiction, forest, choices, ideas, theories, gump

Writing Portfolio

The Past 12 hours Unraveled

Short Story by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Dec 30, 2013
What does one do when everything that was once trusted,...

White Walls

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Dec 23, 2013
This poem is about being inprisoned in circumstance.

What do you do when your heart breaks in two?

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Dec 1, 2013
A lesson learned, do not drink and ponder in the night.

Adventures Of The Curly Haired Blonde Girl: In Search of Linda Manasala

Short Story by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Dec 1, 2013
This is a story of how I over complicate simplicity. All...

Perfection

Script by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Dec 1, 2013
Victoria and Jerry are a happily married couple. Victory...

Damaged Scars

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 26, 2013
I finally understood and accepted that certain...

The Wench. at The Winch.

Essay by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 23, 2013
I had recently found my old boarding school year books. I...

The Instrument

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 23, 2013
This Poem is for the one man in my life who went to hell...

Dusty Air

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 22, 2013
I found a picture posdessed so much beauty and truth,...

Dreamers Dream

Poem by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 22, 2013
When I feel all is lost. My inner voice forces me to hang...

The Yogurt Theory

Essay by Diana Kouprina
Posted: Nov 21, 2013
While searching for something to eat, I had an epiphany,...



This is my journey of self discovery, and a recount of the past 20 years. I haven't written anything for almost 4 years.  Me, the person that would go through a journal within a month. Writng, was my escape from reality once upon a time.  I recall when I first purchased my very first journal. It had a pillow-y feel to it. I wrote in it day and night. I was 13. My first year at Dana Hall (all girls boarding school).  My journal, was my best friend when I cracked under pressure, at Dana Hall freshman year of high school. It comforted me when I took a little vacation detour to Westwood Lodge.  (No Westwood lodge was not a ski resort, although how I wish it was. Westwood lodge was were they sent girls like me, who had a break down and an eating disorder. Whoever reads this, my advice is do not send your daughter to an all girls boarding schools. Even if it is her idea, even if she begs you. Even if she gets a full scholar-ship. Even if she constantly tell you she can handle it and that she wants look at all the pretty horses. Do NOT do it!) My high school years came and went.  I only managed to survive Dana from 7-9th grade. That was enough fun for me. The "fun" has lasted me a life time. Thus, I found myself at Winchedon. (I loved this boarding school, for one main reason: 10 of us girls spoke English, the other 20 did NOT. All  of 300 hundred guys spoke English. Hard to come across such a ratio. ). I finished off my high-school escapades in Watertown High. But my high school years is not where my story begins. Nor are my college years at U-Mass. Amherst. Nor, the "drug-filled" summer of 2003, when I met my future ex-husband. 

I want to say my story begins when I first arrived in the US. I was nine.  I left Moscow on the day of my birthday July 30th, 1993. I arrived in New York, City July 30th, 1993. One lucky kid, two birthdays.  As I work  out the creative aspects of  my story, with  many beginnings. I can safely state that my story has only but one ending.

It is what I lived through has made me into the person I was always meant to be. My story is about second chances, and rediscovery of one self. I have finally learned what it is like to be loved and to love. To let go of fear, and to let it be. 

 

*If you are interested and wish to read more please follow me on tumblr, wordpress and linkedin.

 

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