My name is Sarah. (age: 20)
I live in Dayton, Ohio
I'm a second year student in college for Photography.
I write to express my deepest darkest feelings and desires that I cant say out loud to the people I write to or about.
I've been writing for about 5 years and i find that it keeps me together when I cant take it anymore.
My style of writing often changes according to how i feel or what i think sounds good together.
I write mosty of Love. For I have loved many, and they have loved me. I am in love with Love, itself.
I've found recently that the works of Edgar Allan Poe and his life have given me new sight to my writing and way of thinking. (even though i have been a fan of his most of my life, i just now began to dive deeper into himself as a person)
~I'm not one for spelling correctly all the time, so there may be misspelled words, but I usually try to check my work.
~I try to return any reviews as well
~i am deleting some of my old work and starting a little fresher, considering i have had a dry period in my writing up until recently
--"I confess that as a young girl I loved a man who would not marry me for want of a dowry. I confess I had a mother who taught me a different way of life, one I resisted at first but learned to embrace. I confess I became a courtesan, traded yearning for power, welcomed many rather than be owned by one. I confess I embraced a whore's freedom over a wife's obedience. I confess I find more ecstacy in passion than in prayer. Such passion is prayer. I confess I pray still to feel the touch of my lover's lips. His hands upon me, his arms enfolding me... Such surrender has been mine. I confess I pray still to be filled and enflamed. To melt into the dream of us, beyond this troubled place, to where we are not even ourselves. To know that always, this is mine. If this had not been mine-if I had lived any other way-a child to her husband's will, my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love... I confess such endless days and nights would be a punishment far greater than you could ever mete out. You, all of you, you who hunger so for what I give yet cannot bear to see that kind of power in a woman. You call God's greatest gift-ourselves, our yearning, our need to love-you call it filth and sin and heresy... I repent there was no other way open to me. I do not repent my life. " -- Quote by Veronica Franco, (movie: Dangerous Beauty, 1998)
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