Elizabeth Sheaffer

Rookie - 0 Points (February 4,1990 / Mt. Airy, NC)

Elizabeth Sheaffer
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I write for myself. I'm a selfish writer... I write to express what I feel inside, what I hide away when the sun drives away the night's serene cover... I write the words I cannot express in daylight, the words I can never speak aloud... I write to make sense of myself and of the world around me. I write for release. more »

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  • Gold Star - 13,477 Points Terry Craddock (5/16/2015 3:39:00 AM)

    Keep writing, your poem 'Can Death Come Calling If You Don'T Have A Telephone? ' is quite brilliant, so whoever has been hitting the dislike on you needs a heart and a brain, you have a gift, forget the nasty critics or comments if you get any and be confident in the unique vision and genius of your words. Power to your pen.

  • Rookie eb cooper (1/28/2009 8:36:00 PM)

    thank you, its refreshing to hear such encouraging comments. i'll be reading your work

  • Rookie Manny Francis III (10/14/2008 11:11:00 AM)

    After surveying about a half-dozen or ten of your poems, I've come to the conclusion that you have quite a beautiful vision. Additionally, I found that not only did I enjoy your writing, but your poem titles as well. They're vivid and dark and wonderful. Of the poems I read, I enjoyed The Minions the most, and when I was through reading it, I relaized that I could absolutely see myself writing something similar. Keep it up.

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Best Poem of Elizabeth Sheaffer

Can Death Come Calling If You Don'T Have A Telephone?

The sky opens up before your eye
And the rain comes pouring from the sky.
There's an old tree tap-tap-tapping on the door;
It's that tap-tap-tapping you abhor.
The faucet's drip-drip-dripping in a sink that's never clean
When the landlord's knock-knock-knocking on a door without a screen.
The television's crack-crack-crackling because the picture's never clear;
There's the Bible on a table that'll soon break down, you fear.
The mattress creak-creak-creaking as you shift in bed at night
Beside an old and grimy window never showing any light.
Day in, day out, you ...

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