First post.
Mmm.... tricky tricky...
Well today I got up, had a piece of toast, went to the gym, came back home, stayed home.
Interesting stuff people!
Ok, well I'll tell you about myself.
I'm Michaela.
I'm loud, flamboyant and very outgoing. I have as much self esteem as a box of hair, which isn't much. I like people, I like being nice to people, I like finding out new things and I like the colour green and frogs.
I don't like nasty or bitchy people, I don't like hypocrites, I don't like people who say nasty things just for the sake of sounding cool, I don't like the tint of white, I don't like bananas, I don't like my brothers or my fat little dog.
I like a lot of things, and most things I'm open to, but if I don't like something, it's for a reason.
I write poems, stories, letters, emails and mostly Twitters! http://twitter.com/Aqua_Nautical
I also draw, paint, print, edit, colour, sing, dance, smile and do all sorts of wonderful magical things.
Yes I'm young, younger than you, and I probably don't have much intelligence to run off, but I don't my words and I know my day well
Here's a little taste of what my life is like. (Keep in mind I wrote this last year when I first joined Writer's Club) (Oh god.... I'm too young, break me out!)
I wrote this poem about a week after I read Valley Of The Dolls, the idea of a man so devoted to a woman at one point and cheating on her the next disgusted me. Oh and the poem below it was written by my lovely friend Amelia who decided a little response would be good for me.
The cheater
Your hands upon my shoulders,
Your breath upon my clammy skin.
Your touch makes me swoon,
But my heart won’t let you in.
My hands tremble on your chest,
Your skin against mine.
Your body tried to seduce me,
But I cannot help but sigh.
You cheated to another,
You ran to her embrace.
You held her in your arms, you said,
Where I thought it was my place.
I feel so empty now,
Your love is empty too.
The ‘fling’ you say we once had,
Is now completely through.
THE WINDCHEATER
Your sleeve upon my forearm
Your warmth upon my chilly skin
Your hood is messing up my hair
As I steal from the biscuit tin.
I would also like to say that one of my greatest musical idols was Michael Jackson who passed away while I was on holidays recently. As I listen to Billie Jean, I smile. It's a damn'd good song! I don't care how much he liked little boys, that's his personal buisness and I like his music!
Another would be Pink, she's a role model for girls everywhere, and she kicks a**! I love her tone of voice.
My hobbies would be... well just look above, you can figure it out, lovelies!
Much love for anyone who takes their time to care,
Michaela!
Mmm.... tricky tricky...
Well today I got up, had a piece of toast, went to the gym, came back home, stayed home.
Interesting stuff people!
Ok, well I'll tell you about myself.
I'm Michaela.
I'm loud, flamboyant and very outgoing. I have as much self esteem as a box of hair, which isn't much. I like people, I like being nice to people, I like finding out new things and I like the colour green and frogs.
I don't like nasty or bitchy people, I don't like hypocrites, I don't like people who say nasty things just for the sake of sounding cool, I don't like the tint of white, I don't like bananas, I don't like my brothers or my fat little dog.
I like a lot of things, and most things I'm open to, but if I don't like something, it's for a reason.
I write poems, stories, letters, emails and mostly Twitters! http://twitter.com/Aqua_Nautical
I also draw, paint, print, edit, colour, sing, dance, smile and do all sorts of wonderful magical things.
Yes I'm young, younger than you, and I probably don't have much intelligence to run off, but I don't my words and I know my day well
Here's a little taste of what my life is like. (Keep in mind I wrote this last year when I first joined Writer's Club) (Oh god.... I'm too young, break me out!)
I wrote this poem about a week after I read Valley Of The Dolls, the idea of a man so devoted to a woman at one point and cheating on her the next disgusted me. Oh and the poem below it was written by my lovely friend Amelia who decided a little response would be good for me.
The cheater
Your hands upon my shoulders,
Your breath upon my clammy skin.
Your touch makes me swoon,
But my heart won’t let you in.
My hands tremble on your chest,
Your skin against mine.
Your body tried to seduce me,
But I cannot help but sigh.
You cheated to another,
You ran to her embrace.
You held her in your arms, you said,
Where I thought it was my place.
I feel so empty now,
Your love is empty too.
The ‘fling’ you say we once had,
Is now completely through.
THE WINDCHEATER
Your sleeve upon my forearm
Your warmth upon my chilly skin
Your hood is messing up my hair
As I steal from the biscuit tin.
I would also like to say that one of my greatest musical idols was Michael Jackson who passed away while I was on holidays recently. As I listen to Billie Jean, I smile. It's a damn'd good song! I don't care how much he liked little boys, that's his personal buisness and I like his music!
Another would be Pink, she's a role model for girls everywhere, and she kicks a**! I love her tone of voice.
My hobbies would be... well just look above, you can figure it out, lovelies!
Much love for anyone who takes their time to care,
Michaela!
P.S. I thought you might enjoy a funny picture.
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