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About me - Amber Courson

Part of me wants to be a singer.
Part of me wants to be an actress, part wants to be a painter, a director,a hippie, a teacher, a mother, a dancer, a beach bum and part of me wants to be a writer.
If I had one day left on earth I would want to spend that day

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 45 of 1267
-Remember Me- We sat on the doorstep drank straight from the bottle i took off both my sandals and stepped into the water you watched me for minutes which fell in to hours the music is dying along with the flowers There's no easy way to begin each day I'll sing these words as you start to play moving forward but looking back... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Memory loss: 6 of 39
I waited for him to turn his back and leave before i cried. Maybe I could have stopped him but whats the difference? My children will never understand, its been 67 years since I was born. Its been 40 years since I married you,and 7 since you died. Every year since you left me I have lost one of my 67 years. Sometimes I comfo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain from love: 241 of 917
I like to sleep till two on Sundays because it reminds me of you It's funny how we never forget those who tear our heart a bit I haven't seen your smile in days But somehow i see it all night, in ways. You're like a secret i cant keep You're like a kiss i cant receive So please wont you take my hand let this all fall in to p... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Secret love: 47 of 174
I opened my eyes to the warmth of the sun To my surprise you hadn't gone home I looked at you there in your sleeping sprawl Unsure, but I'm willing to watch for a while It wasn't a secret You'd slept here before When I normally wake, You're long gone out the door This mornings a secret I'll happily keep If I can't have you a... More..
Entertainment > Musicians & Bands Musician reviews: Paul Oakenfold: 6 of 19
The Blaring noise from the street fades away as the doors close behind you. You are in a cool darkened club, you feel a subtle pulse vibrating through the room as you step forward. The pulse is created by the music all around you, an icy soft beat. Scanning the room you see faces of all kinds. Lost faces and aroused expressi... More..
Arts & Humanities > Literature (Other) The best fiction books about the future: 4 of 11
It was mid December, the end of my eighth grade year. The next year would be my freshman year in high school. The last thing I expected was a book to fall into my lap that would completely change my way of thinking about literature and the future. It was given to me by my teacher, as a graduation present I suppose. I read it... More..
Arts & Humanities > Children's Literature Great movies that used to be great children's books: 9 of 24
Who didn't love the very first time they saw Charlotte's Web? Seeing you're favorite characters coming to life on screen is a magical experience for children and adults alike. These days, there are so many movies for kids coming out left and right, a lot of which are, frankly, terrible. I'd like to take a second and remember... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 274 of 576
The way she looks tonight, there's no going back now, and hes never been to this side of town. Down on the darkened beach where the city lights cant reach A Rockin' Bungalow Music deep and slow Pretty girls with strawberry curls and boys with something to prove. A mix of sunburned faces sway, to the smoke and blues on the be... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Perception: 35 of 73
Yes, I saw the signs before me I wont lie, I didn't read them It seemed a single statement a direction in to freedom When we arrived they were there to greet us Sang to us but couldn't see us Tore at us but couldn't free us The next time around in the next nameless town we met head to head once again In a crowded room they t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Apologies: 62 of 77
Let me touch you please. Forget I ever said I'd leave. I take it back I need you please. What can I do to make you believe? I'm begging you, please. Isn't that what you said? Didn't you get on your knees and beg? I seem to remember a look in your eye. A silent desperate pleading cry. I could have stopped you But I wanted to ... More..