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I'm Krista! I hope you enjoy reading the pieces I've written. I worked hard and put a lot of time and effort into writing them and attempting to make them perfect
I wrote my first poem I was in 4th grade [I have a copy around here somewhere....] and I didn't write at all after that until my freshman year at my High School in which I took a Creative Writing class. My creativity grew from there and I began writing around 2 poems a day, editing them, sharing them with family and friends to get their opinions, and entering them into Poetry Contests left and right. Now, I don't write quite that much, but I try to as much as my stubborn brain will let me. I love reading and photography.
**"Photography is passion. Poetry is life."**
I'm Krista! I hope you enjoy reading the pieces I've written. I worked hard and put a lot of time and effort into writing them and attempting to make them perfect
I wrote my first poem I was in 4th grade [I have a copy around here somewhere....] and I didn't write at all after that until my freshman year at my High School in which I took a Creative Writing class. My creativity grew from there and I began writing around 2 poems a day, editing them, sharing them with family and friends to get their opinions, and entering them into Poetry Contests left and right. Now, I don't write quite that much, but I try to as much as my stubborn brain will let me. I love reading and photography. **"Photography is passion. Poetry is life."**
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since February 6, 2007.
- My mood is
, and quote is "sad". - I am a 16 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm reading, taking photographs, or hanging out with awesome friends!!.
- I have 17 comments, 14 archived poems
My Poetry
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126 words, November 22. In Solitude (freewrite)
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Chapter Two1 - eek! untitled!! at storywrite
The chilly breeze stung my nostrils as I walked slowly through the monlit forest. My long cape dragged on the ground behind me over copper and moroon leaves.1 - Chapter 6 at storywrite
Now, at this point I was immensely curious as to what the heck was wrong with my mom. I sort of doubted that it was work and I hoped to God that she hadn’t found out about my “healing process” or my being the outcast of West
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Brian Balzer : Hello MissingTheRain on November 8I just stopped by to greet you if you were a new member. It appears you have been a member for much longer than me. However since it seems no one has bothered to welcome you then Welcome to sharepoetry. I hope to read ya around sometime.
BKB
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on The Lost Poems by BJ Colvin, on November 22Very elabrorate way to discribe losing a journal.. It's.. great!
Very inspiring