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katgirl_09
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Name: Katie
Gender: Female
Interests: God, Photography, Art, Writing, Music (my Violin), Tennis. Being myself...
Expertise: I can't say I'm an expert at anything. Not really.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
8/10/2005
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| I've created a NEW XANGA!
So, if you're subscribed to this xanga, please subscribe to my new one:
My NEW XANGA: painted_on_silence
If my new one doesn't work out as well as I want it to,
I will come back to this one, and just delete the new one.
i hope that doesn't happen though.
THANK YOU!
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katie
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Hey everyone! Tell me what you think of the photos!
I'm going to post a poem that i wrote for my Enlish class...it's an imitation poem (of only structure) of "Convergence of the Twain" by Thomas Hardy. But it's only an imitation of structure. It's kind of long...but if you feel like reading it...tell me what you think of it. Here it is:
“On the Tracks of an Iron Road”
From the blanket of fog she strode
As the mechanical sentry slowed
With a screech on the tracks of an iron road.
With the sound came a wave
Of souls ready to brave
The labors of life they had begun to crave.
As the crowd passed,
To her bag she held fast
Until a man cried “All aboard!” in a sudden blast.
She lifted her eyes
To the sound of his cries
And climbed the steps leading her inside the somber sentry, knowing and wise.
Gliding down the aisle of red,
She looked around with a turn of her head
And listened for a sound, but heard only silence like the dead.
Suddenly, the sentry stirred
And with a lurch the windows blurred,
Thrusting her into her place where she was distant and unheard.
She rested against the windowpane
Then pulled from her bag a wooden frame,
Inside was the memory of the one she loved, seen last through a curtain of rain.
Finally, the sorrowful sentry came to a halt
As she reminded herself it wasn’t her fault
And from her eye silently slipped a single tear of water and salt.
She rose from her seat
Unsure on her feet
Of the grief she soon would have to meet.
Stepping onto the ground
She heard the sound,
The shout of the guns and respect for the hero on the mound.
The crowd parted like a door
And the feeling of heartache was hard to ignore
As she said her last farewell to the love who was no more.
Alright. There you are.
Have a fabulous day!
= )
katie
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