For Agnes writing is taxing; it often leaves her feeling drained. Sharing the deepest part of oneself can be painful, but it brings her joy. This act of creation can be a double-edged sword: both destructive and constructive. Her poetry has appeared in the Fall 2013 issue of S/tick, and in the December 2013 issue of Dead Flowers: A Poetry Rag.
Agnes is a Philosophy major at University of La Verne. She also take classes at UCLA, Extension School. She studied in the United Kingdom, completing her A-Levels at Mander Portman Woodward and attending university, majoring in Chemistry with Biochemistry at Queen Mary University of London (QMUL). She received a 1st in Heredity & Gene Action. A 1st is the highest mark awarded in the British System. It is rarely awarded.
This is a lesson
In letting go
mommy will you write me a letter?
write me one ev...
Time, it slips away
and the so...
mother you are the sun the moon the stars you are all and none you are...
i can't look in your eyes they are not what they once were no friendship...
The water runs down
-Mother never had a doll.
She tells me
As I se...
Where is that little girl?
Who was willing
To live the hard l...
it's so easy to decay
This is a portion of an old version of my ongoing story entitled ‘Rememb...
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