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ConverseFireGirl

ConverseFireGirl

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Poetry

by ConverseFireGirl

  • Poetry
  • Dramatic · Other
Just some poems, I'm a pretty bad poet, so you know...
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  • 30 Works
  • 1,250 Words
  • 7 min Reading time
  • 150 Reviews
  • Nov 13, 2013 Started
  • Apr 6, 2014 Last updated

Table of Contents

30 entries
  1. 1 a bullet's kiss Nov 13 1 min readDramatic · Other5 comments
  2. 2 Morning Skies Nov 17 1 min readOther · Other6 comments
  3. 3 In Your Eyes Nov 28 1 min readOther · Other6 comments
  4. 4 Infinity Nov 29 1 min readOther · Other5 comments
  5. 5 December Skies Dec 12 1 min read15 comments
  6. 6 Release Dec 28 1 min readDramatic · Mystery / Suspense7 comments
  7. 7 Gravity Jan 6 1 min readDramatic · Other3 comments
  8. 8 Feeling Jan 11 1 min readDramatic · Other4 comments
  9. 9 Fragile Jan 2 1 min readDramatic · Other12 comments
  10. 10 Rain and Tears Jan 8 1 min readOther · Other6 comments
  11. 11 Kisses to Tears Jan 9 1 min readOther5 comments
  12. 12 Capturing the Details Jan 12 1 min readOther4 comments
  13. 13 Wrists Jan 13 1 min read15 comments
  14. 14 Sugar Sweet Sky Feb 2 1 min read3 comments
  15. 15 The Most Common Lie Feb 2 1 min read9 comments
  16. 16 That Smile We All Wear Feb 4 1 min readDramatic5 comments
  17. 17 Contradictions of Life Feb 6 1 min read4 comments
  18. 18 Dear Diary Feb 9 1 min read3 comments
  19. 19 The Gun Feb 12 1 min read6 comments
  20. 20 She's Drunk Feb 17 1 min read9 comments
  21. 21 Tobacco~ Feb 20 1 min read3 comments
  22. 22 Memories of Time Feb 22 1 min read5 comments
  23. 23 Cut your Cake Feb 25 1 min read12 comments
  24. 24 Wilderness Mar 2 1 min read6 comments
  25. 25 Don't you Dare Mar 3 1 min read3 comments
  26. 26 Too Many of Us Mar 5 1 min read8 comments
  27. 27 Ripped Bark Mar 13 1 min read5 comments
  28. 28 No Excuse Mar 15 1 min read3 comments
  29. 29 How God Made Me Mar 22 1 min read4 comments
  30. 30 Listen To Your Heart Apr 6 1 min read5 comments


When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind