Biography of Sarah Sisson
Sarah Sisson is a professional singer in Texas. Her inspirational poetry is a reflection of her survival and nourishment she received through rigorous honesty, hope and the value of others. Her poetry reproduces the art of growth and the love of living life. As a poet, Sarah has felt compelled to express every emotion in a simple way. Thought and fantasies come through in a danceable, fun way. The pain is intertwined with hope; the fear is laced with happiness. Then there is the growth and sanctuary of age. She has recently switched gears from writing short stories and songs to indulge in her love for poetry. Her rhythm is intrinsic. Her rhyming is artful. Sarah is a new and enthusiastic inspirational poet.
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Sarah Sisson's Works:
The World as I See It
Sarah Sisson Poems
A New Friend
Pulling a new friend into your life is a form of balance. Its a ripple in the system that is so beautiful...
Where do I get this treasured bliss? I take the passion of life and I take the risks. Life isn't for that fool to be me. I can understand my happiness in a simple kiss.
**the Day I Will Be Free
I am up in th morning... alone.... and I feel so strange. These have been days of change. Lights and movement so fond, yet far. Only once the severity
I am made from water. My birth was forged from what one can only say is far and deep, away from reality. Cold winds blow
My world was a deep cesspool of self hatred. The irony of it all... the grandiosity
I am an emotion. I surface each night and feel the pain of yesterday. I writhe. It is a power that
A Jeanie In The Bottle
I am a Jeanie in a bottle. A ripe age sent from the times long ago. Here I am in todays world
The air supports life. The canopy of leaves keeps my skin ivory. I am exposed and I am free. The sun rises and falls and all I have ever seen
A Good Intoxication
I thought my life was well rounded in a bottle. I was aloof and trampled by the weight of my despair.
It is my mind that is electric. I create energy when I move. Do I not burn time, yet make new moments happen with
All My Cat Wants Is Food (Attempted Humo...
All my cat wants from me is food. The only time his fickle mood... ...is pleasant in every way.
I step up on to the dusty stage. The wires and tape fused to the weathered floor. I look to my right and see the lights that will soon engulf me.
A starlet was I in a city of idiots. A community of wolves on a roll. They were predators on the make.
Oh, I am parched waiting here for you in the heat;
the smothering weather over my glistening skin.
The temperature will not permit me to stay.
I will leave without you if that must be.
I wither as I waste every morsel of water...
...dripping from me.... and I thirst.