 
        | I have a compulsive habit to make most of my poems rhyme. for whatever reason, when i write a poem that doesn't rhyme, i tend to consider it more of a thought ramble. i'm pretty emo on occation, though i've been told it's the readable emo, not the "great, thanks, now i want to go curl up in a corner and DIE" emo. if that made ANY sense at all. you'd be hard pressed to find the inspiration behind a lot of the stuff i write. a lot of the time, I have no idea where it came from :P last but not least, i tend to have repetitions, a main paragraph that...well...drives the point home, if you will. this is usually because the poem is going to be (if it isn't already) a song, and i just don't have the heart to break it up. my apologies :) want to know a little something more about me? well, my name is Mandy, and i'm a grade 11 (well, a graduating from grade 11 in like 2 weeks grade 11) and have been born and raised in Ontario. i'm absolutely in love with pastal colours: blue, pink, purple, green... but find that (as far as clothes are concerned) i look better in more earthly colours. to me, there is no difference (except for a few exceptions) between friend and aquaintance. this has it's ups and downs: it means that i'm open, honest, and friendly with everyone i know, but it also means that i am not REALLY close with anyone, except for a few choice people (you know who you are *hearts*) i'm pretty open, and i LOVE meeting new people (especially over the internet! i love making lasting friendships with people online!) so drop me a line :) we can chat! | 
    When the end is near
we find we'll all be gone...
    The complex puzzle on my desk
Is sort of like a confusing test...
    Reads like a story, but I thought that some people...
Inspired by Pure Silence, and her Poem...
    Reads like a story, but I thought that some people...
Inspired by Pure Silence, and her Poem...
    This poem was intended to be shaped like a stop...
if you know me well enough, you'll know who this...
    The complex puzzle on my desk
Is sort of like a confusing test...
    When the end is near
we find we'll all be gone...
    Two fingers 
intertwined...
| It's when you realize the worst time of your life was the best thing that ever happened to you |