Biography of Andrea Cebrecos
Hello. My name is, as you all have probably already seen, Andrea. I'm currently 19 and studying literature and law in college.
I don't know exactly when I started writing; but once I picked it up I just couldn't stop. Writing is one of my many outlets. It's exhilarating to put your feelings down on paper and when you're done, to read what you have created and feel pleased. Even though I go through long periods of writers block, I somehow manage to write something down - usually at three in the morning. No, I am not a Shelley, Frost, Dickinson, or Poe but hopefully my poetry is a bit as enjoyable as theirs. Please, critique away; don't hold back. After all, that's one of the main reasons I decided to join this site.
I hope you all enjoy what I have up so far.
Andrea Cebrecos's Works:
I haven't published anything yet. It's one of my many dreams and goals though and hopefully, one day, I'll accomplish it.
Andrea Cebrecos Poems
Resurrecting A Dying Beauty
(A Tribute to Florida's Everglades) Legendary beauty That I once read about in a book
To Be Held Again (Prose Poetry)
Before him Life was ordinary With no colors A world that was empty
Memories Of The Past
Please give me your attention I’m not talking for my health There has been some tension And it’s threatening to make things go to hell
Look To The Stars For Answers
And she gazed up at the stars and thought 'Will anyone ever love me again? ' And she felt everything she believed in fall apart Throwing her pride on the floor
Standing here alone Underneath the pouring rain Waiting for you, love
What I Meant To Say
When you asked me what I wanted I responded “Whatever makes you happy” And even though I was being honest What I meant to say was “to continue trying”
He told her he was temporary Just practice for all the boys she would meet She thought he sounded silly Because she saw him as permanent
Thrown in a corner Were the words “Once upon a time” Crumbled and forgotten Waiting to be thrown out
Past Talent (Free Verse)
She had abandoned her passion A passion she had once called a gift Claiming she no longer had time Trading it for what now seemed more important
Never Again (Haiku)
Its golden body Began to slowly decay It no longer played
No Musical Trace (Villanelle)
Locked and abandoned in its case The saxophone seized to play It didn’t leave behind a single musical trace
Forever Locked Away It Won'T Remain (Son...
Locked away in its prison it remained Never to play another note or scale Never to be taken out of its cell But for a gentle touch its body pained
Loves Never Ending Plans
After her first heartbreak She swore she would never fall in love again And to never ever understand or look at another man Love hurt way too much