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AGE: 20
LOC: Reno, NV
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: April 18

I love writing, I tend to write poetry more than stories because I don’t always have the patience to try to finish a story even if I have an idea.  What most people don’t know about me is although I’m going to school to become a psychologist, I would love nothing more than to become a writer.  It’s my passion.

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Short Story / Sushil is Not Food
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Sushil had always led a difficult life. She had been born into the category of life constantly unfair and testy. She couldn’t remember a time where she hadn’t lived in the shadow of rejection and fear. She often felt self-conscious and batted away any kind word said towards her. She was, in fact, a short girl with a very thin stature. She had full lips, and eyes that seemed to be one large pupil but that always still seemed to shine. Her voice was small, but her laugh voluptuous. She was the...
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Poetry / Dear God
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Dear God, He broke my heart again today. He promised me he called, I waited for hours, But my phone just didn’t ring. I had to cry myself to sleep again. Can you hear Me now? Dear God, I feel like You’re not there. You don’t answer when I call. Where are you? I feel so alone. I can’t do this without You. I guess I will anyway. Can you hear Me now? Dear God, I tried to take matters into my own hands Things are just getting worse I can’t see through my tears, Hopefully I don’t get into a car ac...
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Friendship is giving someone the chance to hurt you. Love is giving the same person the chance to hurt you again after they already have.
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Yesterday I couldn’t breathe hyperventilating there was no saving me Yesterday it rained on me it blurred my vision I was drowing in my own misery Yesterday the world was scary dark and lonely I hid in my closet, my only home. Today my breathings better inhaling there’s new hope in me Today the sun peeked out from behind the storm cloud I felt the warmth of life Today the world is strange new and exciting I look out my window for something. Tomorrow the air will fill my lungs cleansing I will...
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Short Story / Teriyaki, a memory
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Growing up, dolls covered my bedroom floor. Dolls that had blonde hair, dark hair, and hair I’d even tried to style myself. Each of them had their own array of colorful clothing, and each came to life with my very touch. They each had their own personalities, but none of them compared to my first doll, Teriyaki. At the age of three my parents were constantly trying to teach me new and different words. The typical nouns that parents try to teach young children, yet when I got my first doll wi...
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The third section of this poem, seems to flow not quite as well as the rest of the poem. Otherwise I think this is a very well written piece.
Poetry / I remember
This is very beautiful, and very touching. Although it seems more like it should be written to be a song and not something in poetry. I think it flows nicely, and you have a very strong talent.
I like the way this is structured, and the way it flows. It works very nicely and is easy for readers to be able to understand what is going on without flat out telling them.
The first line doesn't seem to really mesh with the end of this. I almost feel like they shouldn't be together, they should be two seperate works whether you decide to develop them further or not.
I'm not sure I quite understand who this was intended for? A short term relationship? Possibly for a child lost? It's very broad. Or do you mean it to be that way? I don't really feel very much emotion from this. They are over used words in over used phrases just rearranged to seem new. While it works, it doesn't seem very creative. But it's a good start.