Book / Romance
Short Story / Literary Fiction
Poem / Poetry
I love to just write. Something about the pen and paper just makes me feel free. I feel open and alive when I am writing. I especially love poetry, if you go to www.poemhunter.com/zia-jaycee-may-trent/ you can check out all my poems! Comment on there or right to me on Booksie!! I hope you like my stories...I could write for hours if I could! Keep checking for more chapters and stories! I'm open to comments and suggestions! Love Zia
Alright so I am Zia....
ambitions: To major in Sociology, English, and Linguistics at Dartmouth College; have a job that I love; Get married and have a family; help out other people; BE HAPPY
My academic interests are: Writing, poetry, sociology, language, enviromental studes
My hobbies are: Writing poetry, writing anything, volleyball, beach volleyball, anything sporty, exersizing, singing (in my shower), jump roping (haha i'll explain if u ask), reading, baking, :)
My real passion is poetry. i love it! if you love it too don't be shy..pls tell me!
Please check out my poems on the site above! I am posting only a few of my favorites on this site due to my laziness of copying and pasting....haha please leave a comment or e-mail me email@example.com :) thanks!
A lot of my writing is religious or about God....that is something I am truly passionate about...
Please help me out...please read Who am I??? :) your suggestions and comments will be greatly appreciated.
check out my poems, OUR FUTURE, and DEAR GOD...please read and comment! I love to receive ideas or comments on how I can improve!
CHECK OUT my new novel, THERE HE GOES (unfinished) Also check out my new short story, The Wise Man and the Boy, this story might not be as "happy" I guess as my other novels but is has an important message at the end that will inspire you. The story is short and sweet! Please read!
Also, PLEASE tell me when you have new stuff up on your site that you want me to read...that would be awesome! :) I am pretty lazy so just tell me!
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THE BEST POEM ON EARTH :) is coming up next
1 I saw Eternity the other night,
2 Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
3 All calm, as it was bright;
4 And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years,
5 Driv'n by the spheres
6 Like a vast shadow mov'd; in which the world
7 And all her train were hurl'd.
8 The doting lover in his quaintest strain
9 Did there complain;
10 Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his flights,
11 Wit's sour delights,
12 With gloves, and knots, the silly snares of pleasure,
13 Yet his dear treasure
14 All scatter'd lay, while he his eyes did pour
15 Upon a flow'r.
16 The darksome statesman hung with weights and woe,
17 Like a thick midnight-fog mov'd there so slow,
18 He did not stay, nor go;
19 Condemning thoughts (like sad eclipses) scowl
20 Upon his soul,
21 And clouds of crying witnesses without
22 Pursued him with one shout.
23 Yet digg'd the mole, and lest his ways be found,
24 Work'd under ground,
25 Where he did clutch his prey; but one did see
26 That policy;
27 Churches and altars fed him; perjuries
28 Were gnats and flies;
29 It rain'd about him blood and tears, but he
30 Drank them as free.
31 The fearful miser on a heap of rust
32 Sate pining all his life there, did scarce trust
33 His own hands with the dust,
34 Yet would not place one piece above, but lives
35 In fear of thieves;
36 Thousands there were as frantic as himself,
37 And hugg'd each one his pelf;
38 The downright epicure plac'd heav'n in sense,
39 And scorn'd pretence,
40 While others, slipp'd into a wide excess,
41 Said little less;
42 The weaker sort slight, trivial wares enslave,
43 Who think them brave;
44 And poor despised Truth sate counting by
45 Their victory.
46 Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing,
47 And sing, and weep, soar'd up into the ring;
48 But most would use no wing.
49 O fools (said I) thus to prefer dark night
50 Before true light,
51 To live in grots and caves, and hate the day
52 Because it shews the way,
53 The way, which from this dead and dark abode
54 Leads up to God,
55 A way where you might tread the sun, and be
56 More bright than he.
57 But as I did their madness so discuss
58 One whisper'd thus,
59 "This ring the Bridegroom did for none provide,
60 But for his bride."
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