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lapisleaves

Location: Durham, United States

Member Since: February 2012

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My name is Catherine and I am 16 years old. I was stumbling one evening and I discovered this site. I don't know exactly what use I'll put it too; it will probably be a mind-blog of my writing. I love to write. I always have, ever since I was little.

Writing is sustenance for me. I believe it is more integral to my thoughts and emotions than I think it is. I write different things... I write a good deal of poetry, often times spewing it. Spewing is a term I coined specifically for poetry ramblings. They most often occur when I want to write, but cannot think of anything solid enough to consist of a storyline, so I just write randomly, not following thoughts or patterns. I just write down anything that emerges. Spew poems tend to be abstract and vivid... sometimes they develop as the poem continues, and they can be quite lengthy.

Aside from poetry, I tell stories. I have so many stories, so many inventions and ideas of wonderful, awe-inspiring, terrible places. I don't always finish them, and often the going is slow, but I love them all. 

That's it for now. I suppose I leave you a rambling autobiography of sorts.

 

I think typewriters are romantic. I can't quite describe why. Their age and continued disuse and affiliation with love letters may have something to do with it, I suppose. There is a hemlock tree that grows beside my house... I climb up and sit in its branches and we talk. She listens. She is a she, most of the time. A mother, a sister, a friend, a teacher, a spouse. My hemlock tree, whose bark and needles and glimmering green are home to my verbal diary. Films are more romantic and dignified than movies. American acting is enjoyable, but British acting is superb. I love too much. I feel too much. I live in a red room, my red cave of dark cherry crimson. So much warmth and redness, like a womb. Birth is beautiful. Magic is real. Love is real and hard and tough and also forgiving. I have faith, but no religion. I have memories which I treasure, and friends that I continue to make memories with. I fear the future. I fear loss and loneliness and the lack of someone loving me in the present. I look forward to the future, and the love, and to experience. There is music in my veins and ink in my blood. I am light and energy and darkness. I am sorrow and happiness and pain. I have known death and I have known life. I know love and laughter. And love, despite its tragedy and pain and heartache, is a kind and beautiful and wonderful thing to have.

 

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