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Felissa
I'm Amanda, also known as Windsong or AC.
Basically, I'm an all-around artsy freak (that's Miss Artsy Freak, Ma'am, to you...) I write (duh, or else I wouldn't be on this site) poetry and prose, draw, sing, play guitar, act, or really whatever else I feel like.
I believe in peace, love, happiness, and tolerance, pretty much. After all, what's so wrong with it?
I'm certainly different from other people. Not better or worse. Just different.
I realized a long time ago that I wasn't going to fit in to the regular society mold, so I decided I would just stop trying to fit in and start being myself instead of moping and making myself miserable about not being what somebody else wants me to be.
I don't feel like I need to follow the ever-changing whims of fashion and music because, quite simply, they just don't appeal to me. I make my own decisions about music, clothes, stories, and whatever else. If you have a problem with what I think, ignore me instead of fighting about it. There's already enough hate in the world.
Lastly, I have absolutely no delusions about being perfect at poetry-writing or story=writing. Tell me if you think it's bad, but in such a way that doesn't pertain to me jumping off a cliff because I suck so badly. Be fair.
Peace, love, and yellow submarines
-AC
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These are just random excerpts from songs that I like or find interesting. Chances are, I don't like much of the same music that you do. But it's not your fault. I'm a strange one. Doubtless, you are already aware that I'm stuck in the '60s ~_^.
Some of this is more recent, though...

~-~Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else
Says you should want (Grace Kelly-Mika)

~-~Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide of
Escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see (Bohemian Rhapsody-Queen)

~-~All you need is love (All You Need Is Love-The Beatles: need I explain?)

~-~I can tell by your face
That you're lookin' to find a place
To settle your mind
And reveal who you are
And you shouldn't be shy
For I'm not gonna try
To hurt you or heal you
Or steal your star (As We Go Along-The Monkees)

~-~You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Try to run, try to hide
Break on through to the other side [Break On Through (To The Other Side)-The Doors]

Girl, put your records on
Tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans
I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair down
You're gonna find yourself someway, somehow (Put Your Records On-Corinne Bailey Rae)

~-~Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Though I'd something more to say (Time-Pink Floyd)

Well, that's about it. I did try not to make the page unnecessarily long, but I may have failed at that, so just bear with me.
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My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get
Just one whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!" I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
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