MAXINE P. SOSO
Biography of MAXINE P. SOSO
Maxine is an Author/Poet/Writer/Editor/Publisher/Interior Page Designer/Computer Technician with an extraordinary passion for writing. Maxine is the author of a collection of poetry titled, 'REFLECTIONS OF LIFE.' She is also the editor of 'Brooklyn Ice' and 'Terrorist In Brooklyn' by Anthony Brewer, which was published under New Era Books.
Maxine's creative flow does not confine her to one project at a time therefore; she carries around 5-7 notebooks everyday, bouncing back and forth between projects. Her writing skills enable her to switch back and forth between manuscripts without a problem maintaining the accuracy of each project. Maxine has a unique style of writing. Borders, or some sort of design on every page in her books represents her distinguished style.
Various sites on the Internet are home to many articles she has written. Her articles deals with situations we see far too often in every day life. Maxine hopes that the information in her articles will pass on some insight to her readers.
Maxine's genres Include but are not limited to: Poetry, Erotic Poetry, Erotica, Short Stories, Screenplays, Horror, and Articles.
MAXINE P. SOSO's Works:
REFLECTIONS OF LIFE
MAXINE P. SOSO Poems
Midnight In Paradise
The night we met is embedded in my mind you were everything I needed you to be
'You Were Meant For Me'
I've never understood the true meaning of love until you came into my life I now know the feeling
Your eyes signifies every word ever needed to describe the look of love
For One Night
I wanted you last night not only to make love but, to bask in the ambience of your presence
They Just Don'T Get It
Children today have gone astray but, hey
' Like A Dream Come True '
Deep in a corner In the back of my mind A vision of you awaits to be seen
I found in you the everlasting effervescence totally refreshing The sinful way your laughter
I Can See '
A blind person can see what their heart already know
The Naked Eye
The darker the night the more I can see
It's amazing how much we're alike the understanding we have of one another
That final hour in the cell will be hell Yeah Well! The time has come
I've kissed your lips a thousand times in my mind I can only see who you appear to be
Your eyes comprise A lullaby
That's All It Took
When I first saw your face I wanted to taste...
I've kissed your lips
a thousand times in my mind
I can only see
who you appear to be
behind my computer screen
Something inside me
I wanted you