Amaya


Amaya
Kapolei, Hawaii
Member for 8 years

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ABOUT ME
My name is Valery. You can call me by my username or by my real one. I can be a deep person... at times. I hope I learn how to write better and enjoy these wonderful stories that everyone has written. I'll be glad to read everyone's stories. [:

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Books: The Book of Dead Days, Maximum Ride - The Whole Series, A Child Called, Charlie Bone - The Whole Series
Music: A Crow Left of The Murder..., One-X, The Beautiful Letdown, Dream to Make Believe
Movies: Ong-Bak, The Drunken Master, Rush Hour, Avatar
TV Shows: Family Matters, iCarly, Monk, Tsubasa
Interests: Play tennis, Cooking experiments, Reading, Listening to music


Poetry
By Amaya SILVER
Kapolei, Hawaii
Amaya SILVER, Kapolei, Hawaii
5 articles 1 photo 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Alice, you're terribly late you know. You naughty!" - Johnny Depp (Mad Hatter: Alice in Wonderland)

Amaya SILVER, Kapolei, Hawaii
5 articles 1 photo 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Alice, you're terribly late you know. You naughty!" - Johnny Depp (Mad Hatter: Alice in Wonderland)

Poetry
By Amaya SILVER
Kapolei, Hawaii
Amaya SILVER, Kapolei, Hawaii
5 articles 1 photo 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Alice, you're terribly late you know. You naughty!" - Johnny Depp (Mad Hatter: Alice in Wonderland)

Poetry
By Amaya SILVER
Kapolei, Hawaii
Amaya SILVER, Kapolei, Hawaii
5 articles 1 photo 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Alice, you're terribly late you know. You naughty!" - Johnny Depp (Mad Hatter: Alice in Wonderland)

Poetry
By Amaya SILVER
Kapolei, Hawaii
Amaya SILVER, Kapolei, Hawaii
5 articles 1 photo 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Alice, you're terribly late you know. You naughty!" - Johnny Depp (Mad Hatter: Alice in Wonderland)

Art/Photo
By Amaya SILVER
Kapolei, Hawaii
Amaya SILVER, Kapolei, Hawaii
5 articles 1 photo 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Alice, you're terribly late you know. You naughty!" - Johnny Depp (Mad Hatter: Alice in Wonderland)

Art/Photo
By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

Art/Photo
By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

Fiction
Mute MAG
By Joan B.
Marietta, GA
Fiction
By grace moore
Dixon, KY
Poetry
By nature-elf PLATINUM
Ramsey, New Jersey
nature-elf PLATINUM, Ramsey, New Jersey
42 articles 0 photos 57 comments

Favorite Quote:
"If love is shelter, I'll walk in the rain." -Anonymous




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