Poems/lyrics I like:

In a space where there is no room,

behind a waterfall that makes no sound,

stands the Silent House,

which does not exist.

Hello Darkness, my old freind,

I've come to talk with you again.

Because a vision sofly creeping,

Left it's seeds while I was sleeping.

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of Silence.

Personal Info:

Favorite color: Any shade of blue/green, dark red.

Favorite things to do: Read, write, walk, think, sleep/dream

Least favorite things: Bugs, noise, homework.

Favorite fandoms: Almost any book.

I also have a Fictionpress account, and I've posted some poems and short stories there. And I actually update/spell check those, so you won't be left with nothing for three years.