PennyLane02

PennyLane02

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About Me

Hey there,
My name is Nicole,
and im twenty years old and I'm probably am, the most weirdest girl you will ever meet. I am pagan and extremely obsessed with vampires and history. It's an interesting combo, I know. My greatest influences is music. I live and die by music, my creative flow usually goes on what pace of music i am listening too. ie) If i listen to hard rock and death metal im usually writing about horror and evils something where the only colours i think of is the 13 shades of gray. If I'm listening to techno*which is my drug of choice* then my writings are usually happy and upbeat and colorful!...or celtic/new age my writings are often mellow and relaxed.
It's fun for me.
I am a magnet for writers block. But when i'm on a roll...your better off talking to a brick wall because everything is tuned out around me and the only thing i can hear is the voice narrating a story in my head and my fingers typing away on the keyboard.

When I'm not writing, I'm working usually. I am a work-a-holic. I love it. Putting in hours and coming home at the end of the day makes me feel accomplished.


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Posted 10 Years Ago




THANK YOU !

---- Eagle Cruagh

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Posted 11 Years Ago


The Child-Angel

They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair,
they know no end to their wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child, unflickering and pure,
and delight them into silence.
They are cruel in their greed and their envy,
their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.

Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning of all things;
let them love you and thus love each other.

Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child.
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower,
and at sunset bend your head, and in silence, complete the worship of the day.

~ A poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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