ErickaBlack's profile
AGE:
20
LOC: Newton, UT
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 25
LOC: Newton, UT
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 25
I like to write poety and stories. Most of what I’ve written falls into the poetry category. I hope to give and recieve some good advice in my time here.
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Angel by Ericka When loss of life doth drag me to The fiery depths of Satan’s lair My bleeding heart cries unto you An angel far beyond compare. Your piercing eyes of clearest blue Fight hatred with a single glance And lock with mine, a dream come true A pair that has a fighting chance. You kneel as snowy wings retract And nod a sign from you to me. I climb and sit astride your back. You lift your wings and then we flee. The darkness dims your gleaming coat And turns its sheen from white to g...
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Crimson Light by Ericka Beneath the light of a crimson moon, A tiger lily weeps. Her silver teardrops fall in silence. And the sorrow remains. Wasting her sobs, she cries for rain. Rain will not return. The rising sun attempts to dry her tears. Her world is darkness. Her tears reflect the sun, burning her petals. She feels nothing. The moon returns and weeps tears of red. He knows her pain. For he once loved one who could not be his. Her name was sun. So beautiful he thought she was, though h...
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Afterlife by Ericka Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Never to live again. Forever roaming, searching, longing For what? Peace? Serenity? Life goes on for those who long for death Never seeing the pain it will bring. Death is a welcome retreat for the unknowing. A way to surrender to fate. Spirits wander in silence, wavering, Made of memories, nothing more, Unable to tell light from dark, Death from the living, Heaven from Hell.
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Freedom by ErickaBlack Tears fall and shatter like crystals. The king’s youngest son lies dead upon the ground. All in the realm of fae bow their heads in sorrow. His death brings grief to many. The elves and goblins come to pay their respects. The witches weep in silent isolation. Even those not of the light feel loss. They cry, but do not know the reason. Tears flow from the children of the mortal realm. Their young hearts are breaking piece by piece. He leaves behind five siblings. Four br...
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Little Nightmare by Ericka Sweet oblivion, why have you left me? Dragged from the darkness into sunlight I lie in wait until summoned. My hunger never to be sated A thirst that can't be quenched. A Nightmare not meant for this world, Ever wishing for a non-living state, Not caring about reality, for reality is nothing. Longing to be blinded once more From the light, from emotion, from need. Unfamiliar speech rolling off my tongue Unfamiliar thoughts racing through my mind A living Nightmare d...
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Overall, I thought it was a good piece. My favorite section is "Chipped red nail polish Like an abandoned classic car Once cherished, once important, once beautiful," It gives the reader a nice visual to compare to. The author does a nice job of conveying emotion in this piece. I liked it very much.
I was a bit surprised at how much I enjoyed reading this. I usually don't like reading short poetry,but this one caught my attention. It is a nice way to describe the trials of life in a short, simple, but very well written manner. My favorite line is "But like a fledglings first flight" It gives the reader a nice mental image of the fledgling struggling to fly.
I really liked the flow of this piece. I also liked the fact that the author doesn't candy coat things. The emotion and questioning nature are very raw. I like that the author ends in a question. It makes the reader question themselves to find the unwritten answer. I liked this piece as a whole, and will be looking for more of this type of work.
Overall, I liked it. Using the bakers shelf and an alternate description of the soul really adds to the piece. I liked the flow except for one part. I think that the shift between, "An explosion of senses in smooth creamy icing, and a warm, flaky crust." and "Get to the bottom, though..." needs a little work. There doesn't seem to be any transition. It just jumps from one feel to another without warning. Other than that, I thought it was a well written piece.
I liked this a lot. The set up really adds to the impact of the poem. The emotions ring true even though the author never actually states how the characters are feeling. Perhaps I liked this so much because it put to words what I have wished for. Nice work. It really tugs at the heartstrings.
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