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AGE: 24
LOC: United States
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: June 14

Most people don’t get me. My writting is my life, my voice, my spirit. My inspiration is my family, my life, my pain, my love. I am never what I seem. I’m not someone to pick a fight with. I would strongly suggest that if you have something to say, say it, but just know that if you piss me off you’ll hear about it for a long time. However, getting a bad review will NOT piss me off. I am open minded. I can take harsh feedback and I won’t argue with you if have something to say about my writing, so say what you will. Don’t be rude to me. It brings out the bitch in me. I also feel that if you can’t take it when someone has something to say about your writing that you don’t like, then get off this page, that is what it’s for. If you don’t li…

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Poetry / The End
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Step by step I trudge through the bleak landscape of my dreary existence Haunted by my past, brought down by my insecurities The pain, loneliness and depression are my only companions The darkness surrounds me, envelopes me and drags me to my knees I struggle to rise above my sickening weakness and hatred But my very best efforts are no better Than the labored breathing of a baby born months too early Knowing that death is only moments away He still struggles against the inevitable I used to ...
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Poetry / My Existence
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My Existence Perfect little glass faces Stoic in expression Painted on smiles and delicate fingers Cold when they touch My warm skin Lips a perfect shade of pink Their eyes empty pits No soul in their vacant vessels Voices that echo Small voices Almost afraid to speak to me I’ll toss them to the ground Watching them shatter Every perfect piece Oh, but I am perfect Who I am is pristine How dare they compare Me To their glass faces? I am the voice of many The very image of vibrant life And what...
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Poetry / Lips to Heal
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The turmoil and woes of childhood Clothed in innocence And plain tongued words Only the bruises to bring tears And progressing time Brings more than physical pain Broken hearts Not bones or scratches on a knee No bandage to cover these wounds A mothers kiss could heal a child A lovers kiss will heal a soul But what lips to heal a heart Is there such a way No naïve thoughts in this chamber Innocence sold for a dime A sin not her own Whose lips will heal her heart By Amber Sisson
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Poetry / Fires of Heaven
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His soul is burning Fires of heaven Leaping at his throat Searing his skin Scorching The smell of flesh The taste of smoke No screams escape There are no tears His fire has licked them Dried them all Why cry He welcomes this rebirth Limp body Blackened by sin That is not his own Invisible in this night Only embers remain Nothing left of who he was Ashes blowing away The wind carrying him To everywhere he wanted to go He is whole again In these small broken pieces By Amber Sisson
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My writings are so trivial You say no writing is They are not thought compelling pieces They seem to dissipate as soon as they are written Like pencil on wet paper Pointless and empty But you say it could never be When every line is a piece of me It is so Your words are the smile Across my lips at this moment In another life Another time perhaps I could have fallen in love With your words By Amber Sisson
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Poetry / Bad Taste
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There were a few things that I immediately noticed about the poem. First of all in your words "Pillows are stone, bed are spikes." I think that your wording is a little off, bed should probably be revised to beds as pillow is also plural, pillows, and spike is also it's plural, spikes. Also, your words "Keys are jingled, another drink to the mingle." In this line your word choice makes the line lose its flow when reading, as well as "cleaning from a maid to end the paid." To me, this line mak...
Poetry / -The Shoreline-
This is a great piece, displaying vivid imagery and perfect choice of words. I loved your form and enjoyed this until the very end. Great work in my book.
I loved this piece, your choice of words and imagery captured my attention until the end. You repetition of the thought "nothing is what it seems" is a perfect example of how to portray the same thought to your readers without using the exact same words. Great work here.
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