Bride A. Livewire's (iambride) Reviews

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*I turned off review requests cause some folks are poorer than field mice...It aint mean no nothing, email me and send what yall can.* Aint yall up to yalls neck with being poked at? Cant get nobody to just appreciate what yall done wrote? Whether yall good enough for government work, or just starting out, we get it. Yall wrote it, and yall got power to keep it. Folks write different, and at times editing smothers creativity and finding yalls own style. We want yall to write in confidence. There go plenty of other reviewers who gone fix yalls grammar, and whatnot. We aint them. Thanks for writing.

I'm good at...

Encouragement and chatting yall up.

Favorite Genres

Romance.

Least Favorite Item Types

Overly sexual writings.

I will not review...

Sexual writings, but onery will be accepted...Some Christians are so uptight with things...Like its wrong to be ATTRACTED to the opposite sex. We DO promote, support, and follow no sex before marriage on our forum. Also, no religious works- Im gone lean toward Christians and Im trying to give everybody an even playing field. Keep it WISE with requests, as some can be politely rejected: Im a Christian, conservative, as well as Republican...We dont get bullied here.

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#4672804

Review of When I Look Back

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: ASR

| (5.0)

Shotgun Wedding Review Forum
Good to know you, Im Bride
The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

Sometimes, I look back on life, and think about how far I’ve come. In my minds’ eye, I picture myself as an innocent child, who had no idea about the worst of the world. I lived in a fairytale world, in which every evil could be defeated.

The world turned on its ear when I reached the age of 11. No longer was the fairytale a safe place for me to live, it was surrounded by darkness and beady-eyed creatures I didn’t know existed. An emotion that chilled you down to your very soul overpowered me on a daily bases.

I stumbled on a thin tightrope, a line between feeling the freedom of a child and the idea that the universe isn’t a fairytale, but a black hole which you fight but can’t win against.

I’d take steps forward, steps towards the door of my fairytale world, and then my foot would hit a poisoned sword and I’d stagger backwards, innocence dripping like blood stains on a carpet.

My innocence clung to me and I tightened my grip on it, determined to not be an adult in a little girl’s body, but each day was a bang that shook the walls of my childhood.

The world didn’t see me as the person I had been. It no longer thought of me as a girl who had innocence and her head in the clouds. It saw me as a shadow, an unturned stone, a mystery they didn’t know how to solve.

They placed me and themselves in the blackness, they couldn’t understand me, because I was a new concept that society was forced to deal with, when all they wanted was a warning. I didn’t come with a directions box and they didn’t know how to handle me without a rule book to guide them.

Being different in a world of normal is like being hit with rocks coming from all directions. I had to constantly put a guard around my heart.

The little girl version of me would be so confused if she saw me now. I wouldn’t expect her to understand any of the changes I’ve made. Me finding love would be an unheard of concept for her, if I told her about my love life, I’m sure she’d think I was fooling her.

Time can shift the minds of many people, but so can age and maturity.

The little girl inside of me grew up too fast, she carried too many boulders on her back, but her mind has changed like the wind.

Intro:

The growth process starts from the ground. Most aint either know or refuse to talk on it. Aint nothing nothing without proper ground. Folks make a mistake with these things: They figure its the seed, when its ACTUALLY the GROUND that activated whats in the seed. If it aint so, how come aint nothing grow in barren ground?

GROUND.

Ground determines the strength on which to build and shows wants fixing to grow: Who folk REALLY are comes from their ground or foundation...REMEMBER that.

A coming up and raising develops character. A view of life comes from foundation, not circumstances. I done seen the most under privileged folk prevail through faith in God; and I done seen the spoiled rotten crumble like Louisiana crunch cake when times get to getting: Circumstance means NOTHING.

When it all comes down to it, folks either "show or blow," and thats ALL its ever gone be in the end.

Review:

Lets Begin-

Been a spell. I aint frequent these here parts like I used to. It just aint ring my bell nomore, but for dang sure, I can still review with the best of them. Its always a knee slapping time thinking on younger years...Well, only if yall aint me. My mama always told me to be careful cause i was just too dang hard to raise...

Moving on.

Sometimes, I look back on life, and think about how far I’ve come. In my minds’ eye, I picture myself as an innocent child, who had no idea about the worst of the world. I lived in a fairytale world, in which every evil could be defeated.

The world turned on its ear when I reached the age of 11. No longer was the fairytale a safe place for me to live, it was surrounded by darkness and beady-eyed creatures I didn’t know existed. An emotion that chilled you down to your very soul overpowered me on a daily bases.

I stumbled on a thin tightrope, a line between feeling the freedom of a child and the idea that the universe isn’t a fairytale, but a black hole which you fight but can’t win against...

Most of us feel this way. I read somewhere were some girl said she missed being a youngin cause she would fall asleep on the couch and "magically" wake up in her bed. This here is a good place to start off at. Izzy starts with the innocence of youngindom...Its a word d*mnit, just go with it.

At one time we all saw life through this scope. My view on this aint too much cause of the inexperience in life, its the small interaction with other folks. Kids got little lives and it aint no stupid pressure on them from other folks. It mostly consist of coloring in the lines and fun. Some influence aint good on yall. Folks got ways of removing accountability for their failures and forming twisted doctrines from them. Thats how mean folk come about. Aint nothing nobodies fault is the hustle thats getting pushed. The word "fairytale" is spot on. Its plumb amazing how kids believe them, but than again, there aint nobody to challenge it.

Thats smart if yall REALLY think on it. I say some good stuff every now and then.

Now, 11...ELEVEN is when the bullsh*t mostly starts. Shut up yall, its edited out. I really think the "beady eyed creatures is other people, but I could be wrong.

I’d take steps forward, steps towards the door of my fairytale world, and then my foot would hit a poisoned sword and I’d stagger backwards, innocence dripping like blood stains on a carpet.

My innocence clung to me and I tightened my grip on it, determined to not be an adult in a little girl’s body, but each day was a bang that shook the walls of my childhood.

The world didn’t see me as the person I had been. It no longer thought of me as a girl who had innocence and her head in the clouds. It saw me as a shadow, an unturned stone, a mystery they didn’t know how to solve.

They placed me and themselves in the blackness, they couldn’t understand me, because I was a new concept that society was forced to deal with, when all they wanted was a warning. I didn’t come with a directions box and they didn’t know how to handle me without a rule book to guide them...

The "tightrope" thing sums it up. What Im getting from this is mostly the pressure from other people. The back and forth and all that there about the fairytale gets me on seeing trying to stick to the "familiars." Keep in mind growing up AINT voluntary it just happens to you. So there go the longing for the comfort zone with curiosity with whats really going on. There go good "growth" descriptions in this writing. Theres a mention about aint wanting to be an adult in a little girls body. I found that sad as all get out. Kids aint kids nomore and it seems like aint nobody concerned. Aint no movement to preserve innocence, its just this alien, evil, plot to mold kids into twisted corkscrew politics parents support but dont understand. Asinine, really.

One thing I got to say: I aint believe in the term or use of "society." If yall would admit it, its always used as this form that got to get followed with no choice. Thats crazier than a bullbat. If folks wasnt so starved for acceptance from mere PEOPLE they could just reject society. I remember in high school I was rejecting society before rejecting society was "cool"...It just looked like I had an attitude problem...

I LOVED, dang loved, how Izzy mentions being so different she done likened herself to a toy or something- the "instructions" line. Prolly cause through all of this she felt like she was getting toyed with.

Being different in a world of normal is like being hit with rocks coming from all directions. I had to constantly put a guard around my heart.

The little girl version of me would be so confused if she saw me now. I wouldn’t expect her to understand any of the changes I’ve made. Me finding love would be an unheard of concept for her, if I told her about my love life, I’m sure she’d think I was fooling her.

Time can shift the minds of many people, but so can age and maturity.

The little girl inside of me grew up too fast, she carried too many boulders on her back, but her mind has changed like the wind.

Izzy mentions "being in a world of normal." I got to respectfully disagree. To me, Izzy is the most NORMAL person on this site...Yall got to read her writings. She got the super crush on some guy and somewhere along the way in life, she noticed shes different...

THAT IS NORMAL, IZZY. YOURE DANG NORMAL.

Had you thought aint nothing different about you, you would be conformed like everybody else. Its the "NORMAL" folk thats alien. The mention of putting the guard around the heart is wise words. Yall let that sink down.

In closing:

It was a fun ride. Naw really. It was honest, and Im telling yall, thats as rare as hens teeth now. Sometimes I read stuff here and never review it. Only cause I know yall scared to be honest- I know when folks lie.

I ALWAYS review Izzys writings cause I KNOW shes honest and she dont lie.

Pass the Doritos. Im done.

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

Disclaimer:
My reviews are longer than a country mile. If there go a typo, or something seems squirely, its cause half the time I aint proof read them; and h*ll naw if I turn on auto correct. If something aint underlined in red I keep it moving. I read them later on, though- If I catch something dumb as a watermelon I'll let yall know.

Bride, Editor-in-chief
Shotgun Wedding Review Forum/Firebrand Times Newspaper

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#4668524

Review of 3rd Year Anniversary Letter

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

Shotgun Wedding Review Forum
Good to know you, Im Bride
The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

The greatest gift that can be given to mankind is love. Love is so simple yet so complex. Love isn’t just a feeling, it’s a choice we make time and time again, sometimes without even realizing it.

For three years now, we’ve shown each other that love time and time and time again. When we could have given everything up because it got too hard, we made the choice to push on. Because we know that storms have their time to end and the sun has it’s time to begin.

For the past three years, you’ve been my anchor to keep my boat from drifting away.
When I look at the sand of life, I don’t see one set of footprints, but two, because when I fall, you pick me up and reassure me that we can keep going.
These last two years haven’t been easy. With the world caving in all around me, I could have easily lost my faith, but you always manage to find it and bring it back to me because it completely vanishes.
Your faith has made it easier for me to help you when you stumble. In this road called life, we need someone to lean on, and we’ve chosen each other.

When you tell me stories about others who’ve left you bleeding and scarred, I can’t help but cry. You are the gentlest wind on my cheeks and they momentarily made you out to be a hurricane. You are the hero that dislodged the knife from my heart and yet they made you out to be the villain that placed the knife in theirs.
Those monsters did not deserve you. They didn’t deserve your precious heart. They didn’t deserve your gentle spirit. They didn’t know how to handle a gem like you. You were the rarest gem in the world and yet they tossed you aside with giving you a chance to shine.

As much as you’ve helped me to shine, I’ve helped you to shine even more.
For these past three years, when you’ve wanted to shine, I stood in the background and cheered you on. I allowed others to think that I was your secret admirer when we both knew I was your biggest inspiration.
I had a gray sky and you painted it back to sky blue of your eyes.
Anytime that I fall back into the pit of self-doubt, you’re there to pull me out and straighten my path.
Still, I can’t help but gaze into the crystal ball and envision the future. I want more than three years with you. I want a lifetime. I want to love you until the world ends. I want to love you even after you’re gone.

These past three years have been a gift to me. Because you’ve given me more than I’d ever hoped for.
Because of you, I have a reason to not only survive, but thrive.
Because of you, I don’t have broken wings, and can soar above the clouds with you never leaving my side.
Even if the skies fall and the sun doesn’t shine, you will always be mine, because life without you doesn’t feel right.
As the third chapter in our story comes to a quiet close, remember that this heart of mine loves you more than ever before. Take the reminder that your heart is safe in my hands.
I reached out my hand to you just like you reached out your hand to me. The invitation in my eyes is the mirror image of the invitation you had in your own three years earlier.
Will you take my hand and put your trust in me?

Intro:

Bride is back.

In cases I do a long winded intro. But this here is my 101st review. Its been awhile...

Review:

Lets Begin-

Lets look at this here:

The greatest gift that can be given to mankind is love. Love is so simple yet so complex. Love isn’t just a feeling, it’s a choice we make time and time again, sometimes without even realizing it.

For three years now, we’ve shown each other that love time and time and time again. When we could have given everything up because it got too hard, we made the choice to push on. Because we know that storms have their time to end and the sun has it’s time to begin.

Mankind aint have no idea what love WAS until Jesus. What we was dealing with at best was emotional love. The CHOICE Jesus made to go to the cross demonstrates LOVE. Nobody FEELS like being tortured and k*lled.

Whats behind LOVE is the choice TO love. Emotions lie like lawyers. Emotions change like Kansas weather, and if you fixing to base a relationship on that, keep one of those lying lawyers I just talked about- if it makes it that long- on speed dial for a divorce. Anytime love is emotional, sexual, or any of the sorts, it aint real. I can prove it: See how far yall get without somebody "making yall happy" or just a sexual relationship. The choice to love somebody is the ONLY thing thats fixing to survive, so for some of yall thinking love is subjective...

Just wait.

So I like how this was opened up. If you fixing to talk on love lets at the level best know what it is. Something else got my attention. The line about storms having their time to end and the sun got its time to begin is downright keen. Im stealing that. Umm...Theres a good chance I aint gone mention where I heard it, so...YEA.

When you tell me stories about others who’ve left you bleeding and scarred, I can’t help but cry. You are the gentlest wind on my cheeks and they momentarily made you out to be a hurricane. You are the hero that dislodged the knife from my heart and yet they made you out to be the villain that placed the knife in theirs.
Those monsters did not deserve you. They didn’t deserve your precious heart. They didn’t deserve your gentle spirit. They didn’t know how to handle a gem like you. You were the rarest gem in the world and yet they tossed you aside with giving you a chance to shine.

Aint this a gospel fact. Aint it something when folks aint appreciate something, but somebody else can get the SAME thing and love it for what it is? Call me alien, but this is the main focus of the writing to me. Dont get me wrong: The whole thing is sweet enough to get somebodies finger pricked, but this is my favorite part. YES, the whole review is fixing to be about THIS block. *eyeroll*

The reason is, is cause when you truly love somebody you see them differently. Aw, h*ll- let me develop that. Yall aint busy noway...Yall sitting on a writing site reading a review from a guy with bad grammar.

Its like seeing folks who got close to nothing happier than rich folks. Its cause they SEE life differently.
How the writer writes in depth about the degree of the pain is almost like she the one who went through it. Protection is an automatic trigger with love. If yall love something yall automatically protect it. There aint no clauses to it. Its a broad thing. This type of protection also sees the best in something. There aint no "if" or circumstance to it. It IS what it IS.

Another thing that happens is yall PRIZE something that yall love. Its valuable and aint sold cause it cant be sold. Cant no price be put on something priceless, at the same time, aint no "selling out" when times turn tide. Did anybody notice that was the whole point I just made? Probably not-

Let everything I said soak down.

In closing:
Izzy always writes these slow motion running in the fields typed writings for her boyfriend, so I done closed the best
way I know how in sorts about them. One thing worth noting is:

She KEEPS writing them.

Thats all that really matters.

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

Disclaimer:
My reviews are longer than a country mile. If there go a typo, or something seems squirely, its cause half the time I aint proof read them; and h*ll naw if I turn on auto correct. If something aint underlined in red I keep it moving. I read them later on, though- If I catch something dumb as a watermelon I'll let yall know.

Bride, Editor-in-chief
Shotgun Wedding Review Forum/Firebrand Times Newspaper

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#4643043

Review of The relationship needs work

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

Shotgun Wedding Review Forum
Good to know you, Im Bride
The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

so you tried to be my lover
as if that could ever work
then you tried to be my mother
as if that could heal the hurt

the inevitable blurring
or the crossing of the line
that delineates our problem
you're so sure you are divine

always take one step too many
never look before you leap
sow more seeds than you are counting
never caring what you'll reap

But you smile when you are hurting
and you care more than you should
can't ignore the plight of others
can't resist just doing good

and you love to say you love me
sad to say I know it's true
our relationship ain't failing
friction works somehow, who knew?

Intro:

Anything worth having gone be work. Anything worth keeping, in itself, gone be work.

This is a gospel fact that we all know. But what we all aint know or consider, is the type of work and were its needed most. Opposites attract cause we tend to think we can fix others, when the truth is, its the other in a relationship who got what we need to fix ourselves. And in due time, and with work- we fix ourselves to become what the other person needs.

Review:

Lets Begin-

so you tried to be my lover
as if that could ever work
then you tried to be my mother
as if that could heal the hurt

Well, the opening line is about as dark as the inside a pocket- that came from nowere. But this is good. Me being a big heaping fan of dark love poetry, I can appreciate different approaches to it. We start off just plain as biscuits admitting things aint working.

This also is a good build up giving the author more avenues to the direction of the writing. The opening is already an attention grabber, as the writing goes on to address a dangerous problem when it comes to the battle of the sexes in relationships.

Both are flawed in their own ways, and I done seen more times than aint guys who want to turn girls into some kind of fantasy, perfect, girl...But I see way too often 'the mothering complex' from girls...

the inevitable blurring
or the crossing of the line
that delineates our problem
you're so sure you are divine

The second blocks builds properly from the 1st, connecting the idea as smooth as a lie from a lawyer. I particularly want to point out the writer mentioning the over reach. I also like the rock thrown in the glass house line: "that delineates our problem, you're so sure you are divine". Another thing I like is the angst in this piece.

always take one step too many
never look before you leap
sow more seeds than you are counting
never caring what you'll reap

The rhyme structure with the driven point is to die for. This is possible my favorite part of the entire writing.

But you smile when you are hurting
and you care more than you should
can't ignore the plight of others
can't resist just doing good

The writing takes a coil here. We see the author being sympathetic toward the subject, and its understandable. Things get messy with matters of the heart.

and you love to say you love me
sad to say I know it's true
our relationship ain't failing
friction works somehow, who knew?

The ending is the kick in the rear. May it aint be too far for me to say that the author is caught in something impossible to get out of, but, Im sure thats the point. We find ourselves wondering if this abuse from the subject actually is the way that they demonstrate their affection; and thats what makes this writing darker than what we see at surface level.

In closing:

I enjoyed this, and I enjoyed even more getting yanked around like Im on The Timber Wolf Rollercoaster (Its a Kansas brand Rollercoaster. Its made of all wood.) The author displayed dang near every emotion possible in this piece showing love is a multi layered experience.

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

Disclaimer:
My reviews are longer than a country mile. If there go a typo, or something seems squirely, its cause half the time I aint proof read them; and h*ll naw if I turn on auto correct. If something aint underlined in red I keep it moving. I read them later on, though- If I catch something dumb as a watermelon I'll let yall know.

Bride, Editor-in-chief
Shotgun Wedding Review Forum/Firebrand Times Newspaper

4

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14 days may be credited.

#4634178

Review of The Addison Daily

for entry "Patriotism is an Action"

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

'Merica.

5

Only reviews from the past
14 days may be credited.

#4634004

Review of Loss

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

Shotgun Wedding Review Forum
Good to know you, Im Bride
The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

Eerie moaning echoes through
the chambers of my mind.
Flickering candles
Light the neurons
I’m nervous
With unknown cause.

Deeper down,
In my heart,
A door slammed,
A window closed,
I may have screamed,
My fear took over,
And traveled.

Up a bit,
My lungs rattle like
Creaky stairs
They carry air
To my ticker
And my tricker
My mind
Inside of me

And yet I feel it,
A ghostly whisper
Of who I was
Before I became myself.

Intro:

Folks aint know the importance of the absolute Word of God. They find themselves out there just turning the way the world go. Aint NOTHING absolute about the world but EVIL. Here go a nugget for yall: Rejection is the soil were unbelief grows- therefore, the potential for DOUBT and unbelief increases. Seeds of rejection produce a harvest of failure, and its quick fast and in a hurry to identity. The WORLD rejects yall...

God doesnt.

But, what do I know. Im just some deplorable, Bible thumping, Christian...

Review:

Lets Begin-

Back at it one more time, yall. Aint no short of a pleasure reviewing my lead journalists writings...

Eerie moaning echoes through
the chambers of my mind.
Flickering candles
Light the neurons
I’m nervous
With unknown cause.

Now lets set the tone. There go particulars we need to point at; but we gone get there soon enough. The opening starts off darker than the inside a pocket. What are the eerie moanings saying? Is it of a self design, or the heart condemning ones self? The word picture of the candle sets it up real good, giving the opening block life- like the dang moaning just keeps poking at the girl; on and off like how the flickering candle teases with light. We also see it aint no whisper that the writer aint got the lead on it either. This method is done perfectly through story telling; keeping interest of the reader, and making the author herself aint seem to understand it. Great writing is a trip for ALL involved, aint just for the reader.

Deeper down,
In my heart,
A door slammed,
A window closed,
I may have screamed,
My fear took over,
And traveled.

The heart is were issues from life derive from, so I tend to pay close attention at its mentionings. The door is interesting at the same time- a 'door' to the heart is referred to the door of the will and emotions; being the soul: While 'windows' are in place of 'eyes.' If the eye is full of darkness, it contaminates the whole body. Eyes are like a scope.

Yall like: What?!
Yeah...
Trust me...

Up a bit,
My lungs rattle like
Creaky stairs
They carry air
To my ticker
And my tricker
My mind
Inside of me

I LOVE the 'Up a bit,' I dont know why. Its playfully written and contrasts the dark and serious mood. I like the 'lungs rattling,' cause its a clever way to write a breaking in voice, or a broken scream. I also like the broken sentences. Those type be my bread and butter. Writing in complete thought is fine, but if a bigger than south Texas description can be caught in fewer words it shows extreme talent.

And yet I feel it,
A ghostly whisper
Of who I was
Before I became myself.

That ending is so good, its got to be fattening. Im telling yall, I want yall to just mind it over. Its so dang vague, it can twist the ENTIRE meaning of the thing.

In closing:{/u

Always a fan. Miss Loren is by far one of the best writers I done ever seen...

And I aint just saying that cause shes MY best writer.

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

Disclaimer:
My reviews are longer than a country mile. If there go a typo, or something seems squirely, its cause half the time I aint proof read them; and h*ll naw if I turn on auto correct. If something aint underlined in red I keep it moving. I read them later on, though- If I catch something dumb as a watermelon I'll let yall know.

Bride, Editor-in-chief
Shotgun Wedding Review Forum/Firebrand Times Newspaper

6

Only reviews from the past
14 days may be credited.

#4628652

Review of Love In The Sun (Chapter 8)

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: 13+

| (5.0)

Shotgun Wedding Review Forum
Good to know you, Im Bride
The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

Intro:

What is love? In 'Bride terms,' it means: 'To choose to relinquish some bodies own rights for the sake of another.' I done always agreed with 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder,' cause everybody aint see love the same. No matter what happens, what transpires, what is- you aint gone ever be a burden or any of the sort to me- cause I see you differently than anybody else, including yourself... If Im beholding you, nothing got enough power to alter my vision once I done made up my mind.

Review:

Lets Begin-

Well, just turn me like water any kind of way-

I had a time reading this. This here go a love story, but aint in a traditional setting. Yall know the hollering: 'Guy likes girl, girl aint really like guy but comes around- guy fights for girls hand,' and presto yall- LOVE STORY. Well, it aint happen like this here. Its an interesting take...We got the main character, and Im fixing to with hold names for yall to gander at for yourselves, who got a speechless autism. Why this is interesting is because it just shows how when somebody like somebody real good, NOTHING matters. By the author adding this handicap, it gave the love story an original 'twist.' It got ME to thinking: 'If I liked a girl, would it matter if she couldnt talk to me?'

Naw, not the slightest.
In an alien way, its kind of romantic.

This gave the thing charm, and at the same time makes the male love interest even more dashing, like the boy is ready to charge h*ll with a bucket of ice water. We ALL root for the guy against all odds. The main girl got an over protective brother(understandable,) whos main focus is to protect his sister. I also like the fact he done had the girl armed with pepper spray, then again, Im the wrong guy to ask- I also think all women should carry g*ns...Dont yall look at me like that...If it werent scum bag guys in the world, I aint say so...

Speaking of...

Theres another boy in this thing who aint got no home training concerning the girl. Ill leave yall to figure that on yall own. This story got a number of 'awww' moments, as I was impressed how the older brother deals with his girl friend, and HOW the male love interest ask the older brother for a date with his sister. Theres a good amount of traditional value in this story that was refreshing. Its missing nowdays, I cant harp on that enough.

Detail, detail, detail...

The writing got great descriptions in it, making it a read easier than pie. Its set to a hockey theme, and yall can tell the writer is a hockey fan by the terms used. I pay attention to little things, but I enjoyed the way the main girl communicates throughout the story due to her autism. All in all, I thought it was well written with just the right amount of twist and turns.

In closing:

Writing aint just writing, its harder than p*ssing up a d*mn rope. Keeping attention is the hardest thing to do, and with that, different emotions got to get tugged at. While reading, romance, some violence, frustration, and the whole set up was used. Writing romance is a challenge, cause it requires pin pointing on the one thing most aint believe in no more, or got a twisted perception of...LOVE. Sad to say, as I would like to continue reading, I cant review after chapter eight. I dont want to give away nothing, but something tells me that boy with no manners is fixing to do something I condemn. I just aint got the stomach for women or children getting hurt... I cant, yall- I CANT. I refuse to even watch it in movies. Even if I take a girl to the movies if its a drama, I go before to make sure it aint certain scenes in it. (Thats OUR little secret, I aint ever told them I do that.) But I can say it was a dang fine read, and write on Miss Izzy...Write on.

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

Disclaimer:
My reviews are longer than a country mile. If there go a typo, or something seems squirely, its cause half the time I aint proof read them; and h*ll naw if I turn on auto correct. If something aint underlined in red I keep it moving. I read them later on, though- If I catch something dumb as a watermelon I'll let yall know.

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#4628033

Review of Love In The Sun (Chapter 2)

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: ASR

| (5.0)

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Good to know you, Im Bride
The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED: This is a story, so I cant cut and paste it. I figure I might do 2-3 reviews in snippets. This one is an overall.

Intro:

'Who we are.'

There go certain things about us that we cant ignore or cover up. Especially if we got talents. Who we are is a gift; and who we are leaks into our gifts. At times we do this on purpose, but in most cases, its a subconscious thing- The problem I got when I review is, I pay attention to detail ALOT. Im generally that way.

Review:

Lets Begin-

So I NOTICED some stuff. In reviewing stories I try to be vague so folks read the story and can refer to the review as an outline. I never REALLY REVIEW the story. Its like when folks tell yall about a movie when ALL yall asked was should yall go and see it...I done got good and comfortable with Miss Izzys writings. I done been around like a ceiling fan, so I notice more than most- that and Im incredibly metic...Meticu...FRAGMENTED. I aint shocked she wrote a romance. I aint shocked SHES in it. Im shocked how its intertwined. Yall hide and watch and grab a mason of iced tea- Ill take mine unsweetened...My family is originally from Texas...Ive grown to HATE sweet tea. First off being I aint ever read a story she done wrote, I was minding if she wrote the way she writes poems. Its harder than bricks to explain but writers got fingerprints. I in particulars like to rhyme words squirely in my poetry. Miss Izzy writes like shes on a cotton candy cloud that rains real life skittles, from a distant land were love is the nations native tongue. Im serious- and the national animal is cartoon puppies. So expect this. It starts with introducing the characters (yall like: Of course it is,) with mixings of common stuff. I like this cause she picks REAL common stuff. One of the main characters got an Etsy shop. MOST folks aint know what Etsy is. I DO. This jumped out at me and made me wonder if somebody Miss Izzy knows really got an Etsy shop...Or is it HER- See, I noticed ALOT starting out, ESPECIALLY how there is a mention of one of the characters thinking on eventually wanting youngins with the male love interest: *blank stare breaking the fourth wall* And also, THIS:

Watching the boys skate at practice was always a calming experience for the 18-year-old. It had been this way for as long as she could remember. Maybe it was repetitive motion of them traveling up and down the ice or maybe it was because she knew this team. Whatever the reason, Mia was glad to have hockey in her life. Not only hockey but the family it had given her. And maybe….just maybe….hockey would help her find a boyfriend.

Why I poke at that? Cause look at her bio:

Interests
hockey, animals, little kids, music, dancing, writing (of course) and reading

In closing:

Just to poke at you, Miss Izzy- I saw what you did there...This is just funning with you. I done cornered the market on my obnoxious reviews, and aint no reviewer would be ridiculous enough to put you on blast but me. Ill do a more uppity review later.

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

Disclaimer:
My reviews are longer than a country mile. If there go a typo, or something seems squirely, its cause half the time I aint proof read them; and h*ll naw if I turn on auto correct. If something aint underlined in red I keep it moving. I read them later on, though- If I catch something dumb as a watermelon I'll let yall know.

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#4626314

Review of Galaxies

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

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Good to know you, Im Bride
The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

If you were to ask me two years ago, if I’d ever see the galaxies in someone’s eyes, and that those galaxies would shine just for me, I would have called you crazy. Galaxies weren’t meant for people like me who have a heart that’s been broken and poisoned with the words of lost love from ice-cold tongues.

Galaxies are part of the night sky, there to light my path, but galaxies had deceived me before, they led to someone who I thought would take care of my heart, but left it in ashes on my bedroom floor. Love from others didn’t feel like a safe space for me anymore, love looked like daisies but had thorns like roses.

When you came around, I wanted to curse at the galaxies, because why were they sending me another star to look at but would never be a shooting star that fell to the earth just for me? I liked your personality but I assumed that it’d go away just when I wanted to tell you about how I felt, after all, the past had ended that way, why wouldn’t this?

When my eyes finally came into focus with what the galaxies were offering me, I was stunned, because how could a star this bright be in front of me, when my light wasn’t even bright enough to each his heart?

I wanted to accept your light, accept the peace that you were handing to me, but my hands weren’t willing to grab it, they were too scared to get thorns in them again, thorns that would leave deep scars, scars that wouldn’t heal for a long time.

Then, I saw the galaxies swirling around in your deep blue eyes, and you didn’t have to say a word for me to know those galaxies were for me. Your eyes said everything your lips didn’t need to speak: you wanted me, you loved me, and you were ready to accept me for who I was.

Fear still spun my stomach into a million little butterflies, but I took your hand, preparing myself for the fall, and praising the galaxies for their brightest star.

After two years of friendship and nearly a year of dating, I’m pleased to see the light the galaxies offered to you hasn’t stopped shining. Our lights are connected so tightly now, but I needed your light to help mine shine, and I couldn’t be happier for how things are turning out.

Intro:

There are somethings we just dont need to FULLY understand. Folks look at me squirely when I say that. I say this cause the galaxy is vast, mysterious, and awesome. Yea, there go stuff I learn of it, but for the most part, my imagination explains it to me- All of creation proves of God, but folks toss that to the side cause they figure man is the smartest thing going so they got to EXPLAIN it. I dont care to get it explaint (I know that aint a word.) Its just somethings I dont care to get explained, and I CHOOSE to believe in spite of opinion or a study folks done come up with...But its when yall BELIEVE things prove themselves. Its when yall BELIEVE in love, it proves itself. Dont ever let the world tell yall how the cow ate the cabbage about EVERYTHING. Those who turn love into a man made thing either abuse, misuse, or shut themselves off from really experiencing it. See, I dont need to have somebody prove something to me that I believe...If I allowed that, I never really believed in it at all...If we let the world tell us how to fall in love, we aint gone ever fall in love successfully. The world is actually really dumb...

Review:

Lets Begin-

The writer uses the galaxies as the comparison to love, and I think thats accurate. When I was reading this what also came to mind was another comparison; how the galaxy is unreachable (metaphorically,) and how Miss Izzy felt love was:

...if I’d ever see the galaxies in someone’s eyes, and that those galaxies would shine just for me, I would have called you crazy. Galaxies weren’t meant for people like me who have a heart that’s been broken and poisoned with the words of lost love from ice-cold tongues. See?

The author uses the vast galaxy as a way to TRY to explain how she feels about her boyfriend, but its the failure in it that makes it romantic. To pick something as mind blowing, and big as south Texas, to compare to a deep, life changing relationship- just to still be at a loss of words on it- is STILL impressive...It makes the love look BIGGER. (Yall think on that, itll make horse sense later.) Miss Izzy is a DEEP romantic...I mean, I thought I was:

I wanted to accept your light, accept the peace that you were handing to me, but my hands weren’t willing to grab it, they were too scared to get thorns in them again, thorns that would leave deep scars, scars that wouldn’t heal for a long time.

The author goes through a wrestling of emotions; from one end its aint believing the love is real- which compliments the whole thing in the end, with believing its real with caution. As yall done seen from the previous lines, broken hearts dont break even, and the only way to mend them decently is trust:

you didn’t have to say a word for me to know those galaxies were for me.

We all look for, and I mean we ALL look for- those little cute lines in romances. Romance is best expressed and experienced immaturely with innocence. Some things need to stay juvenile:

Fear still spun my stomach into a million little butterflies

This writing got a daydream to it. Like I done said before, I prefer my romance simple. Even with deep descriptions, its possible to relate these things simple as biscuits. What I like most about Miss Izzys romance writings, and Im hoping to high Heaven she aint take this as a side eye; is theyre writing with a child like purity (no, she aint a child- I think shes well off in later teens or young adult status.) I appreciate this; cause this is right hand honest whats missing in romance.

In closing:

Write on Miss Izzy, write on.

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

Disclaimer:
My reviews are longer than a country mile. If there go a typo, or something seems squirely, its cause half the time I aint proof read them; and h*ll naw if I turn on auto correct. If something aint underlined in red I keep it moving. I read them later on, though- If I catch something dumb as a watermelon I'll let yall know.

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#4624259

Review of Butterflies

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: ASR

| (5.0)

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Good to know you, Im Bride
The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

Butterflies

A friend asked me once what I thought the most
romantic gift a man could give a woman was.
"Would it be flowers?" she asked eagerly. “No,”
I replied. “Flowers are nice but their beauty
does not last.” My friend thought a bit more,
then smiled and asked, “What about jewelry? I
always feel good when a man gives me jewelry.”
“No,” I replied. “Jewelry is okay, but cold metal
cannot keep my heart warm.” “Well…” my friend
answered, “If you want to be warm, what about
lingerie?” With that said, my friend giggled and
winked conspiratorially at me. “No,” I replied.
“Silks and satins feel nice on the outside, but
how can they touch you inside?” My friend, now
thoroughly confused and completely exasperated,
paced the floor, waved her hands frantically and
screamed, “Then WHAT?? If not any of these, what
do you consider the most romantic gift??”
“Butterflies,” I answered quietly. “Because
butterflies spread their joy deep into your soul.”
The words were barely out of my mouth when
something made me smile. I smiled a huge grin
and when I looked up, there was a butterfly
dancing in the light. I smiled some more.
“Ahh…” my friend replied as she sank back
onto the couch cushions ~ smiling.

Intro:

There go two reasons things get repeated: One, if something gets repeated over and over, folks tend to believe it- yall can see that in the media. And two, its so folks aint forget. I cant stand when folks say chivalry and romance is dead. It aint. I also cant stand when folks try to make up a side eyed excuse and say 'times done changed.' Certain things done changed, yes, but PEOPLE is what changed. Powerful forces dont cease to exist, it just aint so- either folks back burn it, or aint do it at all. What done changed was the ENVIRONMENT. As sure as sunshine, the same as when sin got into the world from the beginning, its the SAME get up. Look at past time periods such as the Renaissance, when chivalry, love letter writing, and courting was just LIFE. Then look at the 'Emo' phase when guys in bands wrote ENTIRE albums about girls, and teens did anything to be together.

What happened was folks let their environment say a lie over and over, and folks believed it-

Why I say these things over and over, is so folks aint forget.

Review:

Lets Begin-

I appreciate to high Heaven the subject of this piece. Im a romantic, and its generally all I write about, or h*ll, care to write about. The world needs more men of passion and romance, cause its us guys who propel it. Women are more romantically inclined, but when a man initiates romance, its strong as horse radish. I plain love the overall tone of this; its giddy as all get out. And thats what romantics WANT. We want the emotional charge, we dont want to hear no nothing about reasoning making love complicated. Its the rush we thrive on- its like dr*gs to us. Lets look at the opener:

A friend asked me once what I thought the most
romantic gift a man could give a woman was.
"Would it be flowers?" she asked eagerly. “No,”
I replied. “Flowers are nice but their beauty
does not last.” My friend thought a bit more,
then smiled and asked, “What about jewelry?

The author starts with whats expected to be in romance- then shoots it down quicker than a New York minute. She uses a contrast; and ones common as cornbread. The contrast thats the gospel truth is how these things aint matter when it comes to heart strings. These are just expressions, and what the writer is a hunting for is what causes the expressions. Also to mention, putting this in a convo format is also as cute as those little caps they put on newborns.

I always feel good when a man gives me jewelry.”
“No,” I replied. “Jewelry is okay, but cold metal
cannot keep my heart warm.” “Well…” my friend
answered, “If you want to be warm, what about
lingerie?” With that said, my friend giggled and
winked conspiratorially at me. “No,” I replied.
“Silks and satins feel nice on the outside, but
how can they touch you inside?”

THIS is my favorite block for good reason. I like how Miss Jill uses the objects in comparison to true emotion. Another thing thats as scarce as grass around a feeding trough, is the innocence mentioned here. Im gone plain say it: In order for REAL romance to thrive, its got to be grown in an innocent environment. When innocence is present time can be taken slow and seriously, folks get to know each other, and its just more fun. Rushing things puts too much at risk; I remember when I was a teen my ENTIRE day was built around talking to a girl on the phone I had a crush on. Still is. I have girls call me. Text me if you want me to pick up take out or something for you...Im a romantic, I cant be bothered- Its the awkwardness of love thats compelling, like aint being able to talk around them- downright yellow as mustard without the bite scared of them when they come around...All to...Being unable to wait for them to come around. THATS romance, not what yall see TODAY. So the wink by the friend about the lingerie was puppy dog adorable, and I think all girls got an onery friend like this one...

My friend, now
thoroughly confused and completely exasperated,
paced the floor, waved her hands frantically and
screamed, “Then WHAT?? If not any of these, what
do you consider the most romantic gift??”

Interesting breakdown on this here block- Bless the friends heart here; but yall can easily see the difference between the two. By the writers answers here, yall figure the friend would get the lead what shes talking about. But one thing got my attention: Im doubting more than aint, the friend probably aint experienced 'butterflies' before, or, just aint hold it at high regard. But this is written real clever...The ending just shows the friend just needed to be reminded...

And...

In closing:

“Butterflies,” I answered quietly. “Because
butterflies spread their joy deep into your soul.”
The words were barely out of my mouth when
something made me smile. I smiled a huge grin
and when I looked up, there was a butterfly
dancing in the light. I smiled some more.
“Ahh…” my friend replied as she sank back
onto the couch cushions ~ smiling.

The ending speaks for itself.

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

Disclaimer:
My reviews are longer than a country mile. If there go a typo, or something seems squirely, its cause half the time I aint proof read them; and h*ll naw if I turn on auto correct. If something aint underlined in red I keep it moving. I read them later on, though- If I catch something dumb as a watermelon I'll let yall know.

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#4621451

Review of I'm Sorry

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

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Good to know you, Im Bride
The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

I’m sorry,
The words a whisper, a wisp,
A secret buried deep,
A small little wish,

Words engraved into my soul,
Worn in from overuse,
Naturally there,
Each word hits and forms a bruise,

Some may ask why in the beginning,
But when it’s muttered profusely,
They turn away in annoyance,
And in sorrow, I turn as well to flee,

I’ve learned that anything slightly different,
Anything abnormal, unusual,
Are a flaw and a weakness,
A critique increased to be ever so brutal,

I know that most,
Would never be mad,
At the way I truly am,
But even with that fact I feel so sad,

You give me something great,
But in place of thank you, I say sorry,
For the burden of my presence,
The waste of space for my body,

I know thank you is better than an apology,
And sorry ends up not working when used too much,
But I really feel terrible,
Each feeling like a punch,

People tell me that I don’t have to say sorry,
Or thank you so often,
But it’s a habit now since other people's talents and personalities are far better,
And mine nonexistent and awful,

So I thank and apologize,
Hoping to communicate with you,
The wonderful person you can be,
The way you make me feel like I can be someone too,

I’m am sorry,
For my faults, my mistakes,
For you having to do this,
For you having to heal all my breaks.

Intro:

Folks hurt others in more ways than one. Its like how some tend to think some sins are different in magnitude, when its actually the ROOT that puts them all on the same playing field. Funny how we are; when we gone and prove we aint wise once we done compared ourselves to others... An apology goes a country mile- most just aint want to make the journey. When this done happened, this is when the ROOT is finally understood. Accountability is like a racial slur nowdays: some would rather defame a character just to save face, which, hates the whole body in general...

But what do I know.

Review:

Lets Begin-

I do like the way this here is written. Its got a stream flow to it; what that done meant is- water is easily turned, just depends on what obstacle yall gone and put it through. Each block of it serves a different heap of emotion the writer turns the reader with. Look at the opener:

I’m sorry,
The words a whisper, a wisp,
A secret buried deep,
A small little wish,

Words engraved into my soul,
Worn in from overuse,
Naturally there,
Each word hits and forms a bruise,

The words a whisper a wisp...
A secret buried...
A small...

This goes and shows the importance the author puts on the apology. Something so small its frying size, in particulars, is bigger than it seems. The gospel fact that its so small, makes it confusing as to WHY its harder than bricks to come about. When things are played so close to the chest, they end up getting buried deep into the chest- right into the heart. The writing goes on to prove something we tend to ignore: Words got impact, especially to the soul. Words are POWERFUL. They powerful enough to shape destinies. Encourage, or destroy- Its sad enough to bring a tear to a glass eye that man done given such power to other men... (context used as a whole) That when words are used negatively to, or about each other, we GIVE others power of us; this should never be. Throughout the writing its interesting to take heed of the different types of apologies that go mentioned here. The author explains them completely, with aint no lack in emotion. Its quite understood that this IS an apology letter:

Some may ask why in the beginning,
But when it’s muttered profusely,
They turn away in annoyance,
And in sorrow, I turn as well to flee,

Apologies can be as useless as a snake with no slither. Its like when folks just plain reach over yall and say that programmed 'sorry,' with no decency to make it a full sentence. Its a HATED apology, the 'before hand' type:

When its muttered profusely, its worthless like the honesty behind it...

Its turned away in annoyance because it was better kept to yourself...

And in sorrow, we turn as well to flee for the lack of compassion.

Its worth noting the damage done. Its the impact that I done mentioned before of the influence of others. A lack of apology can even get folks to question they own worth. Withholding something as such, makes others compared to yall feel unimportant; or, uncomfortably different. The feeling is as unwelcomed as an outhouse back breeze.

I’ve learned that anything slightly different,
Anything abnormal, unusual,
Are a flaw and a weakness,
A critique increased to be ever so brutal,

This writing is extremely personal. I review alot, and when things get THIS deep, writers get vague...And its okay. We aint all deal with things the same. Some things are either too hard, or personal to say. With this in mind, we aint know what some things mean:

You give me something great,
But in place of thank you, I say sorry,
For the burden of my presence,
The waste of space for my body,

What I DO know is, I encourage the writer to aint be so hard on themselves. You aint the only one to make mistakes. Mistakes done been around since the beginning of the world, we got the bible to prove it. The constant 'thank you,' makes me wonder if the author is using it as a light bulb moment; like by how somebody done reacted it shined light on something...But like I said before, we aint gone ever know...The writing continues on that note. By how its worded, the subject is of a big importance type. I do hope they went on to accept this authors apology.

In closing:

Dang personal. It aint no whisper this was used to get something off the chest.

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

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#4620779

Review of Not Inferior

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

Shotgun Wedding Review Forum
Good to know you, Im Bride
The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

Man considers himself as a superior gem,
His equal partner, woman, he does condemn.

He wants to establish control over her,
Her life, her breath and her whisper.

Though man is totally free in this world,
Her freedom, he considers to be absurd.

Woman anytime he can maim or kill,
Or, change her thoughts at his free will.

He disdains them as second class citizen,
Considering them only their object of fun.

Remember man, you are fed by one woman,
And another will become your better half human.

Break the walls of disparity in your mind,
Be a real man, treat a woman kind.

Intro:

Normally, I lean in to avoid reviewing in such ways. I avoid particular writings with good sense, cause as a bonafied reviewer (which I done made myself here on this site,) my job aint to debate nothing, its just to review. It takes a certain something to perk my ears up. So if I got a dog in the fight, which I do in this case, Id be plum disappointed in myself if I aint say nothing. Being from the Church, and in youth ministry, this concerns me- being a man, it continues to concern me. Miss Lurie is one of my favorite folks here, and I get a kick out of her intelligence. So lets get this going- I also avoid political writings, which this do count as one, and Ill explain why...

Review:

Lets Begin-

This writing is bold. Bold is good. The opener got some fact to it:

Man considers himself as a superior gem,
His equal partner, woman, he does condemn.

Yall know what? IM even disappointed in men. It can be easily said thats why things go south. Men were created to be honest leaders. Examples. Now yall look around, and we can easily see the effect of poor leadership. The author makes this an interesting point; and its valid. When men refuse to be MEN, other than s*xual immorality, its a fast as a prairie fire way to a decaying society. Thats why a lack of fathers in households can easily be attributed to crimes, etc. I REALLY like the fact that the writer states women are equal to men...Cause...THEY ARE. God created man and woman EQUAL, but with differences: Men are stronger physically, women are stronger emotionally; but there aint no superiority, just DIFFERENCES. Man and woman are supposed to work together, supplying what other traits the other is lacking- this is a Divine purpose. So yes, the writer is correct as far as the view society tries to project- this is a fact... But Truth and fact aint the same. The author points this out from the porch; its in KNOWING this, that sets this writer ahead of most women empowerment authors. Most start off in a horn tossing mood about the issue, but aint ever place THEMSELVES equal to men. They can talk a storm up about things being unfair, but they aint ever mention being equal themselves; its either oppression or FAR feminism. Its like sharing the gospel: If YOU aint believe it, how you figure others gone believe it? Just saying. In the opening piece, the writer mentions men condemn women...This is also fact- Just to gone and get this out the way, SOME men do (I had to mention that.) These are the same 'men' who aint lead right. It says alot about a man who gets yellow about strong women...It proves they are weak men. That ego that some men got is concerning.
The next block:

He wants to establish control over her,
Her life, her breath and her whisper.

Is also a fact, but aint so much as in foreign countries. Even though America got some jerk men, some other countries REALLY view women as property. This done always been a HUMAN thing...God aint EVER intend for it to be. If folks look at the Old Testament, ISRAEL added laws, and folks always want to mention a certain scripture in the New Testament...We ALL know it- That was written for church order, cause that particular church had ALOT of problems. I hate how the view of things in life is fed to folks. Even current issues are fed through politics. What they do is, they target the youth cause they are more tending to emotions. It harder than p*ssing up a rope getting the truth to most youth cause they done got fed this stuff, and most of their thought life is filtered through it. As I was reading, I couldnt help giving Miss Lurie credit...Shes alot smarter than most adults I know...

The writer takes the fight to us, and that aint EVER wrong. Its good to have opinions; its bad to aint respect them. I got fullblown respect for this writer as a whole, so aint no need of mentioning it. What I hope is that obviously Miss Lurie notices flaws in society; and aims to be above, and aint sucked into it. The bullet points in this writing are impressive. Its almost like she took it all on at once. The follow ups to each problem gets stronger. The author brings up this interesting point:

Though man is totally free in this world,
Her freedom, he considers to be absurd.

Its interesting, cause I see the angle, but I had to wonder just HOW free men are if they go treating women like this...Its the truth that sets people free, and if men are going around with THIS mentality, they aint free at all.

Miss Lurie just 'went for it' in this block:

He disdains them as second class citizen,
Considering them only their object of fun.

Ah, yes...The age old problem of men s*xualizing women. Aint no REAL man do this, but once again, the writer makes a valid point. This goes on more than aint; and if men aint do this to women, WOMEN do this to themselves. Its funny how we got some 'Hollyweak' (Hollywood) women out there who PROMOTE selling themselves, and aint nobody say no nothing. With this out here, Im mad that more men AINT against this stuff. Can yall IMAGINE the impact that would happen if MEN took over the prolife movement? Or if men would openly condemn things like 'Playboy' and 'Victorias Secret?' THATS how men are suppose to use their power. Read that again, Ill bold it for yall- Men are suppose to protect women and children. Most folks aint say nothing about 'Vicky Secrets,' but I do...Its just soft core p*rn...

Back to creation:
God made women awesome- Ask Him: I LITERALLY think woman is His greatest creation. Men are visually 'turned on,' while with women theres more to it. Women are 'turned on' by communication, character, sacrificial leadership, etc...But just cause women are physically attractive, aint mean for men to treat them as objects. That s*xual view is suppose to be aimed at mens wives; not as a object thing, but when the woman has completed the man in marriage. If men aint s*xually attracted to their wives, something done gone wrong. How important is this?: Thats why if men take in p*rnographic images, that picture stays with them. It enters a part of the brain thats set aside for wives in marriage. Men watch p*rn and go to strip clubs cause they are misusing that part of the brain- Its an EVIL use. Women are intelligent things; and they got a whole gaggle of other qualities other than appearance. Got a problem? Go ask a woman. Men dont communicate so good about personal stuff, which, is ANOTHER problem we need to fix amongst ourselves- But its funny, though...Men will 'open up' their feelings to women, but not to other men...INTERESTING how God set that into motion...Hmmm...One of the powers of women...Told yall we equal, we just got different power.

This is my favorite block:

Remember man, you are fed by one woman,
And another will become your better half human.

Enough said.
It ends with yet ANOTHER fact:

Break the walls of disparity in your mind,
Be a real man, treat a woman kind.

I tell teens this ALL the time. I want young men to be MEN, and the young ladies to be respectful of themselves. I dont tolerate the bull. Its one of my most SERIOUS times, other than these times, teens tend to just treat me like a smart teen, which is nice. I set an example; everything I tell THEM, I DO. I promote certain dating guidelines that I keep at the same time. Young men are to be decent, respectful, and be strong, compassionate leaders. Young ladies are to be decent in how they carry themselves, and aint to settle for a guy UNLESS he respects them. I tell the girls to set the respect bar for themselves, and to demand respect in dating. While those who aint want to do nothing but blame 'society' or how times done changed, I took the clock and rewinded it back to were results were seen. I brought back tradition, and the teens LOVE it cause its new to them and aint taught nomore. My mom is from the traditional south, and they dont play with these things.

In closing:

Always fun reading this writers posts on the feed, and reading her works. Shes intelligent, strong, and opinionated- Each point brought up was fact, so it aint seem as just some rant, and I appreciated it. When there aint no facts, and its all feelings, there aint no point to it. This was a passionate writing, and I understood each point-these ARE problems women face. I encourage the writer to date wisely, if she is; and aint settle for the same subject she wrote about- Somebody this smart should only date a young man with intentions on being a REAL man.

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#4618772

Review of The Future + Love

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

The future doesn’t like to wait.
Dreams happen when we’re unconscious, so does the most of the beautiful phenomena.
Love is a mysterious thing that can’t be explained but felt in the most complicated of ways.
When two lovers grasp their hands to hold, or for a kiss their lips might be tender warm or so cold.
Love is so diverse and like I mentioned is so complicated I can’t tell you my love for a friend.
A year and four months was our time we were friends.
until we started dating it’s still not the end.
Time might seem slow but think about it.
Time is like the wind always changing direction, it sometimes has natural selection.
Love is you love is me it’s also a huge conspiracy.
Love to divine and conquer.
To love is to burn, to be on fire

Intro:

'Masculinity vs Toxic Masculinity'

I find myself having to define certain particulars, cause due to the dumber than a post's force fed totalitarian views; which are wrong as left handed scissors, somebody got to learn folks...

And, I aint ever sorry...

'Beta' males are the base for toxic masculinity and the dang thing swings far both ways. Either they sexist as all get out, or they aint got the set to defend who they suppose to...Women and children. First example is thinking they own women, think theyre superior, abuse women mentally and physically- USE women s*xually, and we can go on and on until the cows come home. If yall lead women on emotionally, yall a BETA. Its funny how a double standard works: A woman got multiple s*xual partners, shes a h*e- If a guy got multiple s*xual partners, hes a 'player'... Actually...Hes on a first name basis with a bottom of a deck...Hes WORSE... An 'alpha' is a leader. Hes upright as six o clock with his deeds, hard working, and is strong enough to show compassion. If hes married, hes a sacrificial leader to his wife, and a role model to the youngins. An ALPHA respects and protects women and children- He brings women to their true potential, an example to young men, and hes a father. He stands up for what he believes in; and aint under his mamas apron. Hes got values and morals that aint for sale. We NEED more of these types. Theres an outright attack on these men of

valour văl′ər►
n. Value; worth.
n. Strength of mind in regard to danger; that quality which enables a person to encounter danger with firmness; personal bravery; courage; prowess; intrepidity...

We need more leaders, upright boys/young men/men/boyfriends, husbands, and fathers...

Even God Himself has a Son...

#realmen

Review:

Lets Begin-

So, what we got here is a writing from Izzys main squeeze. Yep, yall get to finally meet him. He the one this girls all googly over. Here go the opener:

The future doesn’t like to wait.
Dreams happen when we’re unconscious, so does the most of the beautiful phenomena.

See, Im a guy. The last time a girl made me say something like this...*Ahem

Right here, we see that the writer got the lead on something. Hes found something rarer than hens teeth, and he KNOWS it.

Im gone leave that right there.

I like how he builds everything off the friendship. I cant tell yall enough how important a friendship is. He goes on to mention it lasted for a year and four months. That may seem longer than a country mile to folks, but it goes by quicker than small town gossip- especially when yall in good company. Friendship is important cause while most folks head straight for the dessert- all the romantic feelings, talking and getting to know somebody, the appetizer, is what matters most. If yall actually pay attention, folks talk MOST at the BEGINNING of a meal. I also can tell that the author really put effort into this. I can tell how his words are arranged; its in her portfolio, but he put alot into this. Im a guy, trust me. I cant explain it, but I can see it. There go certain nuggets in here I think folks over look like:

Time is like the wind always changing direction, it sometimes has natural selection.
or my fav:

Love is you love is me it’s also a huge conspiracy.

I like the last line cause it says a mouthful. 'It says we in this together, and Im happier than having a field of pregnant hogs that we in this together and looking forwards.'

Eh, I figure I might done k*lled the romantic vibe with that saying...
Its an actual saying...Yall know...About the field of...
Nevermind.

In closing:

Cuter than girls scouts selling cookies for upwards $5.00...Thats how they get yall. Interesting having the object of the writers affection appear on her platform.

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#4617266

Review of How He Became My Everything

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

A winter snowstorm kept me inside on a night in December. Inside the building where group was being held. I wasn’t really searching for anyone that night. I didn’t need anyone, I was perfectly fine alone. Until I saw him. I didn’t know his name, but I wanted him.
Eyes like the ocean and a smile that could melt the hardest of hearts. Here, I thought, is a man I could become friends with…maybe even date when the time came. But how to approach him? You can’t come on strong when you’ve been staring at him from across the room. What do you even say? “I’m falling for you and want you to be mine?” No, no, that won’t work.
So I waited for my chance and found one when I saw him sitting alone. I slowly approached him and carefully sat down. I didn’t know what to say, but he started to speak. Shy, hesitant and yet so inviting. There was mystery hanging around his shoulders like a cloak, a cloak I wanted to yank off him so I could see everything that made him…well, him. But I couldn’t do that. Things like this took time.
So we talked. About the poetry I had up on my phone. The light from my phone nearly blinding us but I don’t really think either of us noticed. He kept stealing glances at me, glances that I didn’t understand, that I couldn’t will myself to understand yet. All I’d known in years past was heartbreak: how could you understand something that you’d never experienced?
As the months passed, my walls crumbled, and my heart became shaken. He shook me unlike anyone I’d ever known. Every time I felt his presence, my breath slipped away, and I choked on my words. I’m sure he thought I was crazy and honestly, I did too. I guess those old sayings about love making you think different that I’d heard over the years really were true.
Love made me notice how much bluer his eyes were in the sunlight. How his smile outshone everyone else’s. How soft and fluffy his hair looked. How my fingers twitched at my side, unable to play with it, especially when it looked golden under the summer sun. How often I found myself staring at his lips, wishing I could feel them under mine.
Then, I started noticing his glances. I could hear my friends whispering to themselves, questioning which of us would make the first move. I tried to make the first move, only to be rejected, so I sat back and decided to wait. I’d already made up my mind of who I wanted to be my boyfriend, but he needed more time, so I gave him that.
In the months leading up to April of 2019, things that I couldn’t understand before started to make sense. I understood what those glances he gave me meant. I understood why I couldn’t keep myself away. He was my magnet: no matter how many times I tried to escape, I always found myself attached to his side.
The day of April 1st, 2019, started like any other. I woke up, showered, and spent most of my day playing on my laptop and keeping my dog occupied. He was in Florida, on vacation with his family. We texted throughout the day and promised to facetime later that night. Everything seemed perfectly normal. I had no reason to believe that our facetime call would end any differently than most other nights.
When the call came, we did our usual routine of discussing the events of the day. He’d gone boating and fishing with his family, and had enjoyed a nice dinner and a walk. His skin was tan from a week of being in the sun and he had tired eyes that shone like diamonds.
He then asked to talk about our friendship. This was nothing usual. We talked about our friendship more often than was needed. I didn’t think anything of it.
He told me next that he wanted to level up. My heart pounded against my chest when those words exited his lips, but I still couldn’t comprehend it. The question in my eyes asked the same question my lips did: What Do You Mean?
He then, with trembling voice and shaking hands, said that he wanted us to date. He asked me, in the most direct way possible, to be his girlfriend.
I automatically said yes. What else could my response have been? I’d been waiting for this for a year and 4 months. I’d been patiently and anxiously waiting for the day when he’d admit to his true feelings and ask me out. I’d seen it in his eyes, heard it in his voice, felt it in the ways his hands grabbed mine. He just needed to admit it to himself.
There are days when my reality still seems like a fairy tale. When my eyes open to see a text from him or see him on my phone screen as my background, I ask myself if it’s real. I didn’t think men like him existed. Or, if they did exist, they weren’t meant for people like me. People like me who’ve been hurt and torn into a million pieces with nowhere to run or hide.
He’s not someone I want to hide from. I still am scared to show him my most vulnerable side, but he’s patient, gently encouraging me each step of the way.
Each door he opens, each kiss I receive, each call I get, each smile I’m given, lead me more towards the thought of marriage with him. We’ve discussed kids, we’ve talked about marriage, and we’ve talked about the future. Suddenly, I’m not afraid to wake up in the mornings, because
I want to live for my future with him. A future with a man who’s the imperfect version of Prince Charming.
I’ve been asked who my ideal man is, and I used to not have an answer, but now, I just point to him. Most girls have the idea of a perfect man, but perfect men don’t exist. Perfect people don’t exist.
He’s my ideal man because he admits to mistakes; he says I’m sorry and means it, he says that he’ll do better. I don’t want a perfect man, no, I want a real man, and that’s who I have by my side.
My younger self most likely wouldn’t understand the reason why I would want an imperfect man, and honestly, I don’t think I’d expect her too. She didn’t need to understand, because she wasn’t ready to understand. The me now does understand…because she herself isn’t perfect, she has flaws and cracks and scars. She needed someone to heal so that she could heal herself.

Intro:

'Wisdom in tradition'

Theres a progression to EVERYTHING. Everything is a seed and a progression. First, the blade, the ear, then the corn. God established things this way for good reason. WISDOM. Things, ESPECIALLY romantic encounters, are supposed to grow from a simple friendship. The world microwaves the thing and ruins it. For those who make good fun of tradition and values, its time to quit getting made merchandise of by folks who aint care no nothing about yall- Yall useful when it benefits THEM, and look at statistics: Folks who done been married a lifetime, took their time. 'Courting' is the most effective way to date. Dont believe me? Look at generations before, cause only RECENT generations marry and divorce in the same sentence...
Tradition and wisdom is handed down, but all aint able to receive it. I received it, and its part of me. And once I start
a family, Ill hand it down...I aint for sale, and thats my final offer...

Review:

Lets Begin-

A winter snowstorm kept me inside on a night in December. Inside the building where group was being held. I wasn’t really searching for anyone that night. I didn’t need anyone, I was perfectly fine alone. Until I saw him. I didn’t know his name, but I wanted him.

Nope...Look AGAIN...

A winter snowstorm kept me inside on a night in December. Inside the building where group was being held. I wasn’t really searching for anyone that night. I didn’t need anyone, I was perfectly fine alone. Until I saw him. I didn’t know his name, but I wanted him.

Dont ever think for a dang second, or place pressure on NOBODY, to make yall happy. I like how the writer stuck this in. Going about hoping folks can make yall happy leads to disappointments, cause they aint ever gone be able to do it- The hole in folks is ever consuming. The storyline is real fine too. It gives a detailed tell all about the attraction growing. I use this term- I call it 'breathing in' somebody. I wrote a poem about it, but aint ever show nobody. This when yall 'take in' somebody. Being easy on the eyes only go so far- its whats IN somebody what should get yall all turnt up...

so I could see everything that made him…well, him.

Innocence itself, is a virture...

He kept stealing glances at me, glances that I didn’t understand, that I couldn’t will myself to understand yet.

This is probably my most favorite line. I say this cause its a REAL thing. Dangit, if I aint did this before.
Sometimes, one cant help for nothing to keep looking at an object of affection.
As I go on reading, Im noticing more and more this is a crush letter, Every time I felt his presence, my breath slipped away, and I choked on my words. Cause only somebody who done 'crushed' says this stuff. It aint hard to tell Izzy aint short of emotions on how shes feeling; seeing that this story is written effortlessly. Its almost like she wrote this thing with a goofy grin on her face, lol.

Let me move down, I read this at work...It was a dang good point I wanted to make...Its right...Nope...Wait...

HERE:

He told me next that he wanted to level up. My heart pounded against my chest when those words exited his lips, but I still couldn’t comprehend it. The question in my eyes asked the same question my lips did: What Do You Mean?
He then, with trembling voice and shaking hands, said that he wanted us to date. He asked me, in the most direct way possible, to be his girlfriend.

This is how its done guys. YALL ASK. No, yall aint 'hanging out,' it aint 'implied,' its a simple as biscuits, intentional, move. When things aint cleared up by the guy, its leading girls on. Most feminist types want to debate the issue, but it aint up for debate. A gentleman is patient and direct. If yall go out on a date, its proper for the guy to ask were the girl wants to go. If she deflects the question back on yall, PICK SOMETHING. LEAD.THATS why she asked YALL.

Sorry, back to the review...

The most impressive thing about this, and I dont want to take from Izzys writing- I like how she writes- is how good she tells a story. For some reason shes able to connect to the reader in a genuine way. How she describes her emotions is well thought out; and shes able to communicate it on various levels. Reading her writings is a good old time. I also like the whole traditional dating format. Geez, bring THIS back...

In closing:

Thanks Izzy for picking me to do this. Its an honor.

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#4617134

Review of Virtue Of Love

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

Love has been the one virtue I’d always had a lot of, inside of me, but never got enough of it from the outside world.

It was an act I didn’t understand. How could a person be so full of love but never receive enough of it? Why wasn’t I getting the love that I showed other people?

I learned, then, that love was turned into a balancing act for me. I had to walk the line between giving my love away too quickly and not giving it away at all.

I had to learn not to trust and give my love out too fast which ended up leading me into a world of hurt and pain that I wasn’t prepared for.

When I did finally find love, I nearly raced across the tightrope, so wrapped up in my love for them, in my desperation for love, that I forgot to keep my balance, and I ended up falling down too hard.

I ended up losing my balance, lost my own standards, because love blinded my vision, and I tumbled down in the process.

I then learned to close myself off, to not give myself away, too keep all my love inside, because I couldn’t allow myself to be hurt and burned again.

When you came along and wanted to get to know me, I didn’t believe you, didn’t trust you, because why should I give my love away, why should I allow my heart to be broken again?

I walked across the tightrope carefully, trying to walk the fine line between keeping me from getting hurt but also trying to keep you from cutting yourself on my broken edges. I didn’t want you falling into something that you couldn’t handle, and I tried to protect you from me.

I learned, then, that you weren’t going anywhere, and that you weren’t going to let me fall off the tightrope alone, that if I fell, you were gonna fall with me.

I slowly believed that you didn’t need protection from me, that you would know if you had to step back, and I let my heart fall into your arms.

And as I allowed my heart to fall into your open hands, I made you a promise, a promise that I’d never leave you as broken as I’d been, and that, if I had to protect you, I’d do it, because you finally gave me the love I’d been searching for.

Intro:

'The Wall'

The walls we build aint to protect ourselves from other folks, its to protect other folks from US.
Wipe off yalls warpaint, and have a sit down. I say this cause when we build walls, we become toxic to others. I aint see how thats so hard to believe, it makes horse sense once its thought on. Here go the particulars: When we get hurt, its just a thing we humans do- we withdraw. Want proof? Look at Psalm 55:6:

Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me. My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me. And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest. Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. Selah. I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.

I aint gone get too much into explaining all of this, But David was going through it. LOOK at what he said. Yall like: HOW did you even?..Dont worry about it. Spend enough time in the Word and yall see things. Point is, we withdraw. But when we go about doing this, its OTHERS we hurt. We tend to aint give folks a fair shake, and I get it, but chances got to get taken in order to succeed. TRUST needs to gone and get about getting reintroduced. We become toxic not just to future love interests, but others at the same time. This crap spreads. Heart level issues cover alot of ground. Yall want some other wisdom? In order to date who yall want, FIRST yall got to BECOME what yall are after. In order for somebody to earn YALLS trust, YALL got to be trusting. I aint saying just let ANYBODY in, but be WILLING to trust again.

Thats on the house.

Review:

Lets Begin-

Love has been the one virtue...

This is a PERFECT start, If folks only KNEW the power of love. Now, theres ALOT to unpack in this complete opener:

Love has been the one virtue I’d always had a lot of, inside of me, but never got enough of it from the outside world.
It was an act I didn’t understand. How could a person be so full of love but never receive enough of it? Why wasn’t I getting the love that I showed other people?

Some see love differently. We see it for WHAT it is, and its harder than Chinese arithmetic turning it off. IM like that. Everything is a heart stopping, runaway, romance mess. I hate it, but just to be able to feel like that makes it worth it- THATS why it aint ever turns off...Ask the writer, I bet she agrees with what I done said. I like how the author mentions a 'balancing act.' Its the same as trying to figure how to get a grip on something slippery as a boiled onion- its something that CANT get contained, so the author makes do with what it is. The writing goes on with a wrestle of emotions. The whole tone is a frustration with self; which really gets under the skin, cause aint nothing like duking it out with yall own worst enemy. Aint no winning here, so Izzy had to learn not to trust and give her love out too fast which ended up leading her into a world of hurt and pain that she wasn’t prepared for.

Man, this is something to hate: Giving too much of yourself, and it aint even. The unequal balance is what causes the dang pain- It twist the vision up like a barrel of snakes. It make yall feel like: 'Im excited about us.' The next line is probably one of the best description/metaphors EVER, and it shows Izzys writing talent:

When I did finally find love, I nearly raced across the tightrope, so wrapped up in my love for them, in my desperation for love, that I forgot to keep my balance, and I ended up falling down too hard.

I aint gone interpret this. This is worth thinking on. Its actually GENIUS.

This is full of clever writing; such as the 'balance' doubles as the standards, vision, and fall at the same time in: I ended up losing my balance, lost my own standards, because love blinded my vision, and I tumbled down in the process.
Then, after this, right on cue- the 'wall' goes up:

I then learned to close myself off, to not give myself away, too keep all my love inside, because I couldn’t allow myself to be hurt and burned again.

It escapes me- its some fancy word for a 'continuation of a thought,' but its done here mentioning the tight rope again:

I walked across the tightrope carefully, trying to walk the fine line between keeping me from getting hurt but also trying to keep you from cutting yourself on my broken edges. I didn’t want you falling into something that you couldn’t handle, and I tried to protect you from me.

It ends with allowing her heart to fall into the subjects hands, which wraps the thing on up nicely.

In closing:

This make yall add another cup of water to the soup, and invite company over. I ESPECIALLY liked the continuing theme of the tight rope.

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#4616281

Review of Dancing

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

I’d been dancing alone for a long time, the only music I heard was my loneliness wrapped up in sad lyrics, and I was left wondering if I’d ever find a partner to dance with.

Dancing alone is a skill I required long ago, but I wanted that to change, because dancing is more fun when you have someone there with you.

I’d tried to find a partner and had someone to dance with me at one point, but he left me so he could dance with a more suitable partner.

For a while, I couldn’t dance, too heartbroken and lost to do so, but I slowly picked up the skill of dancing alone, and for a while, that worked.

Still, my imagination ran wild, and I pictured being held close by a special someone, my hand in theirs, as we swayed back and forth to love songs.

When you came around and offered your hand to me, I was willing, but still unsure, I barely knew you, and I didn’t want my dance to end with me alone.

Each step I took, you took with me, and slowly our steps ended up being in tune, and the music changed from sad lyrics to a friendlier sound.

Only once did our dance falter, and I thought I was going to lose it all again, but you came back and took up the dance as if there had been no stumble at all.

Our dance changed again, from a friendly dance to a more romantic love song, and I haven’t looked back since.

I do not know how this dance will end, if it will end up with us being alone, or if it will last a lifetime, but I’m enjoying every step of it.

You posed the question the night we met, and I carefully accepted, but now, I will pose the question to you, and see if your answer is the same.

Can I have this dance?

Intro:

The dance of romance. There go different types: The 'ballroom dancers' who done taken time to LEARN the steps; they KNOW their partner, and it shows. They glide across the floor real decent-like, its aint no effort to it. The man presents his wife as a flower for everybody to behold...THIS is who we should all want to be someday...

The 'show off.' Aint no reason they on out here; finding the right partner aint mean no nothing to them. They at this dance for they dang selves, gone charge h*ll with a bucket of ice water-Its ALL about them, and any old partner gone do. This one hurts yall over and over again...Stepping on yalls toes, and could care less than nothing about finding, understanding, learning, or matching a partners rhythm...Every dance is the same to them, and when this ones long gone, theyll be at the next one...But they aint gone EVER have, or understand, dancing WITH- or the point of one partner...With as many partners, they aint get theyre ALONE.

How can two walk together, unless they be agreed?{/i}

Next go, 'the wallflower.' The wallflower aint want anybody to dance with, and the gospel fact is, they aint alone like it looks...They WAITING. Even if they aint the towns gossip in dancing, they willing to learn with the right partner. They aint had many, or maybe no partners yet. They might even turn down a few, but they WAIT. 'Dancing' aint just dancing to them, and when the music ends, it continues on in their hearts...

The world lies to yall under the influence of the father of lies, cause it can never accept who brings Grace and Truth...
Let that soak down.

Only true gentlemen and respectable ladies are wallflowers. And yall just hide and watch- Wallflowers ALWAYS end up being Ballroom dancers, its just a matter of time...

Review:

Lets Begin-

The thing worth siting for, is the relatability with the writer. Folks who done been down this road, know its longer than a dang country mile- Thats what makes the opener better than government work:
'I’d been dancing alone for a long time, the only music I heard was my loneliness wrapped up in sad lyrics, and I was left wondering if I’d ever find a partner to dance with.' Another thing that made me sit down with my ice tea was the straighter than 9:15 approach in the writing...For yall that aint heard some of these sayings before, '9:15' means straight forward. The author is talking up a good talk with truth. Here go ANOTHER one:
'Dancing alone is a skill I required long ago, but I wanted that to change, because dancing is more fun when you have someone there with you.' I made mention of this in my intro, but I like how Izzy words it...I set it to tune with 'waiting,' she set it to tune with 'patience.'

Bride agrees.

The overall of this here is dang romantic. I done mentioned before Im ALL romance, h*ll, thats why its the only thing I write about. Its the only thing I CARE to write about. The world needs more romantic guys that believe in romance and chivalry toward girls. The further the nation gets from The Divine, romance, family structures, and morality crumble...

But we gone digress-

This here good writing, cause the writer EXPLAINS her situation, which shows maturity. Aint no finger pointing, and I enjoyed that. Most writings in this case when girls write them, EVEN when its the guys fault, the WHOLE thing gone tell yall on the mountain. Its also worth noting how Izzy conquers her broken heart and keeps hope:
'For a while, I couldn’t dance, too heartbroken and lost to do so, but I slowly picked up the skill of dancing alone, and for a while, that worked.'
This thing can bring a tear to a glass eye with lines like:
'Still, my imagination ran wild, and I pictured being held close by a special someone, my hand in theirs, as we swayed back and forth to love songs.

When you came around and offered your hand to me, I was willing, but still unsure, I barely knew you, and I didn’t want my dance to end with me alone.'

Take a gander at being able to trust again the author notes. Thats a BIG step. Most aint do it, or stick restrictions on folks to avoid getting hurt again...

But, I digress one more time...

Last but aint least, what I done got aint necessarily the beauty of the writing, which, its prettier than a coke bottle-
It was how highly the writer thinks of the subject.

In closing:

Dang fine. When folks done touch the heart right, it gives off everything good in it.

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#4616259

Review of Honoring Our Country

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: ASR

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#4612841

Review of Forgiveness

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

For years on end, I've held onto my anger.
For years on end, I've simmered in my resentment.
Never truly letting go, the past becomes a poison shackle.
How to be free when I am the one chaining myself?
I claimed to have let go, to have moved on from what happened.
But the truth is one thing that always gets revealed in the end.
The truth is, I never moved on.
The truth is I never let it go.
All the pain and suffering I experienced at your hands left a scar.
A scar so deep and profound, that I forgot how to forgive.
Now, after so many years have passed, I sit alone in the place it all happened.
I sit and ponder the past as I gaze at pictures from that time.
Why did you do it all?
Why did you act as you did?
I will never know because death has already claimed you as His own.
I know that you must have had your reasons, but it is not for me to know what those reasons were.
As time goes on, I begin to realize that the past is the past.
It is set in stone and cannot be changed.
But the future is vast and unknown.
So full of possibilities and opportunities
You hurt me badly, but I now know that I also hurt you.
It is time to let it all go.
So, I will give you the one thing I never thought I would.
I give my forgiveness.
I forgive you for the pain you caused.
I forgive you for all the hurt and abuse.
I forgive you the times you neglected me and the times you punished me for things I never did.
And I forgive myself.
I forgive myself for hurting those around me.
For they did not deserve it.
I forgive myself for the trouble I caused, never taking others into consideration.
On this day, I let go of what happened.
On this day, I release all my anger, pain, and resentment.
On this day, I forgive it all.
I will never forget what happened.
The scars run much too deep to forget.
But I will forgive and, thus, move on with my life.
Life is too short to hold onto the past.
One can never truly heal so long as they keep themselves shackled by it.
And so, I release it. I banish the poison I laced in my life by holding on to the negative side.
I release myself from these self-made shackles and take my leave of my self-imposed imprisonment.
I forgive.
I forgive it all.

Intro:

Forgiveness aint for the other person, its for US. When all that resentment get to building up, it aint nothing but something for the devil to work with- for where envying and strife is, there is confusion and EVERY evil work. After taking consideration, the most damage is done to self. There go a saying; the thing escapes me, but something like: 'While yall all out there mad as a wet hen, yalls enemy is out dancing'... Something to that effect. At the same time, even in the midst of a feud, others get caught in the crossfire, and bullets aint got no names...

Review:

Lets Begin-

Well, SOMEBODY done got a load of the chest. I gone a give credit were credit is due- this aint easy as pie forgiving folks. The writer takes yall on a DEEP trip of obstacles folks face in the journey. How it opens with 'For years on end,' goes to show how long unforgiveness can fester. The fact the author done held on to this THIS long says a heapfull. We see how from that point, it continues to go south- Lines like: 'A scar so deep and profound, I forgot how to forgive,' at the same time: 'I would give you the one thing I never thought I would' shows how DEEP the pain is. The author does a great job of 'putting it all out there' which is mighty brave, cause when folks are hurt this bad the LAST thing they fixing to do is talk about it. I was reading this writing like: 'Dang. this is just concentrated emotion'...

The strength that stands out the most in this writer is honesty. We writers got gifts to turn emotions of folks easily with our pieces; but when we do it whole heartedly, its a whole other type of storm. I enjoyed the fact the author wasnt at a loss for feeling or words in particulars to this. Each line was as heart breaking as the last, which for those who appreciate writings of substance, this aint disappoint.

In closing:

Maybe the most honest thing I done read here...I mean, yall can shoot dice over the phone with the writer if need be. The whole vibe here was just a release, and Im happier than a de*d pig in the sunshine they got it.

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#4611906

Review of Soul's Windows

for entry "List 10 #2 : Movies (standalone)"

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: 13+

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...'Unforgiven' is one of my favorite movies of all dang time...Its right after 'Rocky'...

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#4609035

Review of Soul's Windows

for entry "Softball Pitcher"

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: 13+

| (5.0)

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

She strides toward the rubber,
checking release point,
stares,
squints,
inhales,
and starts.

Her arm becomes a whirlwind,
yellow highlighting the end,
and she lets go.

It's out of her control now,
nothing left to do but

Wait...

and pray.

It all comes down to this. Will it be on target?
The sphere slaps into her catcher's mitt,
the Umpire affirms what she hoped.

Strike.

She smiles.

Intro:

This is becoming habit- I got a rule, yall - I do my level best to aint review folks more than once, at least. For multiple reasons: 1: Im trying to cover more ground than grass. I done obnoxiously made myself a bonafied reviewer...Two, I try to avoid being biased...But when it comes to this writer, its gone be as useless as a snake with no slither as I done said before...Im a FAN. Aint no reason this much talent is cramped into one youth...

Review:

Lets Begin-

Its ALWAYS underlying tones with this one. It aint what it looks like with this writer. A softball theme is used in this- Maybe it could be the 'image' of what softball is, or the fact of sport imitating life as a whole-

Yall aint see that?

Huh...

I DID.

Point is, its a dang challenge. It opens with the subject up to bat, which could also be a double en- double entendr-

ANOTHER MEANING, D*MNIT!

'She strides toward the rubber, checking release point'...

Now, what I like is the 'release point.' What thats yelling at me is, its HOW something is done - this here requires TIMING...

Ikr?
Im CRUSHING this review...

With things gone require timing. Timing makes up over half the fight. With timing, its HOW its done. Its dumb as a post to fail when wisdom is AVAILABLE...That went over some folks heads like a 747...What I appreciate the MOST in this style is the OBVIOUS fact this got a deeper meaning. It tickles the senses; full of enjoyment at the same time as getting yalls mouths ready for the TRUE meaning. This is key in writing, to be able to appeal to a whole field of folks at the same time. I done noticed that this writer writes in 'expressions ' if thats even a thing to say- theyre short burst of thought communicated in real time - It seems authentic, as it appears often in her writings. It leads one to mind over if she REALLY thinks in this certain pattern, which is unique and adorable. This writing is worth a gander at- if this was one of those times folks struggle with writers block, it aint seen. This is written second nature kind. The ending is done just right- its when yall end up rooting for the character in the piece, therefore, giving yall hope as well...Nice execution. Whats this REALLY about? Iownno. But its possible its SUPPOSE to be that way...Never let anybody know how smart yall REALLY are...

In closing:

Always a good time putting on my sitting britches and walking around in this small head (that aint no insult, the girl seems so small she frying size, lol) But size aint no nevermind- its the power within that finishes the race, and this kids got the goods to finish strong.

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#4606928

Review of empty room

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

The silence of the world
comes in the wee hours of the night
when i am reminded of how it all was before;
how we sat on the floor,
surrounded by store-bought food,
with time flowing by unnoticed
while we basked in each other's company.

ecstatic and free.
bearing wide smiles
and carefree laughter.
all whilst thinking
that all will be well
and we will still be
together.

but a year later
what do we find?

a quiet room,
lacking the warmth we once shared,
bearing an air of melancholy
quite alien to the senses.
along with it is the crippling feeling of harrowed
emptiness.

Intro:

I cant express enough how important the little things are in relationships. Nowadays, folks stay so busy with nonsense, yall think these folks got twins- the damage in the end is missing out on the steps that build foundations for strong relationships.

Review:

Lets Begin-

That opener got me good and ready. I KNOW that silence - I done came up with good thinking at those times; but its the bad times with a serrated heart... Thats what done happened here- the writer walks yall through a painful, romantic memory. 'how we sat on the floor, surrounded by store-bought foods' starts out strong in my sayings. I complain more than aint that when authors write stuff that make me wimper,how bothers me...

Ugh.
SUCH a great line, that is...

The poem builds around that SPECIFIC time. It aint so much WHATS happening, its focus is on WHOS it happening with. Whats even better, is how the writer goes on with the thought- thinking 'that all will be well and we will still be together.' This takes a detour as the SAME silence turns a beautiful memory into sorrow by the spoonful. The same 'quiet room lacking the warmth we once shared,' is the painful silence quiet enough to hear a heartbreak.

In closing:

It hurt a little, but thats fine.
Broken heart poetry is suppose to do that. This writer done wrote this from the 'hurt place,' were only real romantics can understand.

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#4605773

Review of "bed"

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

I wake up slowly, enjoying the light slanting through my window. My back arches and curls, becoming limber with movement. I’m lost in the feel of sheets against skin. I let myself float in the large house’s silence, only broken by the birds greeting spring.
There’s a beautiful sensuality in the mornings. Feel is not right or wrong. It’s just feeling. I lay here, my hair splayed against the pillow. I run my fingers through it, the dark giving it a rusted hue. I should get up and check on the cat I’m here to watch. Instead, I let my thumb rub against my sternum, down my belly. He’s inside and indoors, I remind myself. No need to rush.
I stay in bed, trying to hold onto this moment. I make constellations with my freckles. I root myself in the body, in hair and skin and sensory softness. I need a space before society comes crashing in with all its messages of who I’m supposed to be. If I stay in this queen size bed with too many pillows, I have a few more moments with my own radical truth: this body is made to feel and enjoy.
Despite thick blinds, the sun gets brighter. I get up slowly, walking to the bathroom. My eyes travel down, enjoying the warm light against my pale skin. My breasts hang a bit, swaying with my motion. At the mirror, my fingers trace the creases along my thighs, the only evidence of my restless night.
Once I’m done, I turn back, facing the large bed again. I should get up, do an inspection of the house, bring in the newspaper. But the bed is the right balance of firm and soft. The thick covers are a siren call. I could nestle in, and read a book.
For a moment, I’m torn, until I realize my legs are already climbing back into bed. There’s time enough to look for the cat. For now, there are simple pleasures waiting for me between the sheets.

Intro:

Here go something I appreciate...Something I appreciate ALOT-
Yall gone see what I mean in the review...THIS was written dead to rights...

Review:

Lets Begin-

BESIDES how good this was written with detail; especially with the clever way the writer talks to herself, the author says A HEAPS full without saying it. Now, yall got to have mind this review is written from a guys perspective, so it might go over some heads what Im fixing to say in this thing. The writer describes the peacefulness of mornings and the things folks take for granted. I LOVE mornings, h*ll, Im a morning person. Some folks get to running around like a chicken with their heads cut off, getting into the hustle of it- cant wait good to get the day started- I, aint one of those...I view mornings as 'the day waits for ME.' I get how folks got families, businesses and all; but if yall cant even get the morning in edgewise in peace, thats the tone of yalls life...No time to enjoy.

Thats just me, though.

But while reading this here, I felt like the writer felt the same. How she picks out everything beautiful in the morning is impressive. She starts off this way- both in this beauty, and the beauty Im fixing to describe...Remember what I done said earlier...

I wake up slowly, enjoying the light slanting through my window. My back arches and curls...

It takes a certain eye to pick out this small morning pleasure. The light coming through the window is written like a greeting. To some this aint seen like that, some folks dread mornings. I figure it comes from an over complicated life. Just cause theres alot in life, aint make it complicated. Folks count chickens before they hatch, and get mad if the thing lays more eggs... It depends on whats focused on. This author focuses on the simple pleasure of waking up. This line is in the description at the same time. I got her description of herself in red, cause Im REALLY thorough in reviews. If yall familiar with my review style, I aint give a diced mice turd about grammar, punctuation, or none of that- I aint that kind of reviewer. It aint the writing Im reading...Its the person. And this girls description of herself is written a kind of way thats...

Intriguing...

Moving on. Well come back to this.

The writer LOVES the bed. This aint no whisper. She writes of how the sheet feels against her skin, which most might chalk this up to the physical feeling of the sheets, but I figure its more- I reckon its the security of the bed she really enjoys. Ill explain this later too. My reviews are usually long but, this review gone be like long division...A whole bunch of steps to get to a simple syrup answer. What? Im chatty...Its part of my charm.

There aint nothing like the sound of birds in the morning as the author writes on, with the description of a quiet house. This writing got some, um...*blush* Let me explain:

There’s a beautiful sensuality in the mornings. Feel is not right or wrong. It’s just feeling. I lay here, my hair splayed against the pillow. I run my fingers through it, the dark giving it a rusted hue. I should get up and check on the cat I’m here to watch. Instead, I let my thumb rub against my sternum, down my belly. He’s inside and indoors, I remind myself. No need to rush...

Geez...How the h*ll am I gone say...

This whole writing is written at an angle. Yall just aint see it, but I DO. Right in red, the author sets the pace for this. Theres two sensualities going at the same time: The morning and HER. She mentions the way a calm morning seduces, but SHE steals the show. Just hide and watch, Ill explain. The mention of the cat is funny. How its in the background just shows how the morning got her full attention. Its okay, though...The cats inside, lol.

I stay in bed, trying to hold onto this moment. I make constellations with my freckles. I root myself in the body, in hair and skin and sensory softness. I need a space before society comes crashing in with all its messages of who I’m supposed to be. If I stay in this queen size bed with too many pillows, I have a few more moments with my own radical truth: this body is made to feel and enjoy.

As I mentioned, I figured the bed was more of a security. How she writes about staying in bed, holding on the moment, and society points that out. She goes on with her love for her bed and mornings. Now, Im gone say it:

Hopefully, yall reading the red. The description of herself is hot.
THIS is why:

I consider myself a gentleman of sorts, at the same time as seeing girls as beautiful CREATIONS, not objects. God created women with a certain appeal to guys. Problems start when guys are horn dogs. The hottest thing on this planet is when a girl can be 'sensual' and classy at the same time. This writer does this effectively. Society aint ever gone get a handle on these factors, cause society is ALWAYS wrong. Society only gives out perverted views- it can never, and wont ever, tell the truth. Thats why they force the idea of women being sexualized EVERYWERE- they say its people, but its an agenda like everything else. They gone keep problems going and folks 'oppressed' to stay in power- otherwise, folks lose jobs. Thats why a girl who aint 'put out' or is conservative, aint get the time of day, while society PROJECTS women as objects to yall.

Think about it.

Cardi B is WIDELY accepted, when common sense tells yall shes being used as a s*xual object.

But what do I know. I wrote all of that to point out how the author writes of herself. Its s*xy and respectable.

Despite thick blinds, the sun gets brighter. I get up slowly, walking to the bathroom. My eyes travel down, enjoying the warm light against my pale skin. My breasts hang a bit, swaying with my motion. At the mirror, my fingers trace the creases along my thighs, the only evidence of my restless night.

This seems to be a perfect morning. I also enjoyed the repeating lines about the sun. The sun up makes all a different morning. No, I aint gone highlight the 'breast' line...

*Blush*

Another thing I noticed is, I wonder if shes implying something? Cause if you read the above block of her in the mirror, it insinuates she sleeps...

Nevermind.

*Blush*

And why was her night restless?

Once I’m done, I turn back, facing the large bed again. I should get up, do an inspection of the house, bring in the newspaper. But the bed is the right balance of firm and soft. The thick covers are a siren call. I could nestle in, and read a book.
For a moment, I’m torn, until I realize my legs are already climbing back into bed. There’s time enough to look for the cat. For now, there are simple pleasures waiting for me between the sheets.

It ends with, well, the cat is SOMEWERE- and she returns to the security of her bed. I aint gone lie, this was the most interesting review I done ever wrote.

In closing:

*Blush*

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#4605386

Review of a silent love

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: 13+

| (5.0)

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

only in silence will you fail love’s test,
but I have no tongue
to sing love words,
no mouth to shout them
to the sky, no instrument
to strum beneath your window
until you open it and smile down at me,
no hope.

what use a voice? words cannot
pick you up when you fall
or smile or kiss or light a lantern
to guide your way home. what words
can birth a child or bathe a
fevered brow or hold a dying hand?

my silence holds a constant heart,
and an agile mind, and strength
unadorned by pretty words,
and I wish—how I wish—
for you to block your ears and see me.

my face is not loud
enough to catch your eye.
my small deeds only whisper my love.
your ear is tuned to shouting.

Intro:

Actions speak louder than words. If I told somebody I loved them but acted contrary, its in void. The best times is when love is demonstrated - when somebody aint got to question the source. This love brings security. Love is an action, it aint no emotion- love is an ACTION, it aint cease to circumstances or reciprocation- love is an ACTION, its ongoing and moves forward through anything...

LOVE IS AN ACTION.

Review:

Lets Begin-

"Only is silence will you fail love's test" ...

The writer mentions 'having no tongue to sing love words, no mouth to shout them to the sky.'
I like this. What I done got from it is, everybody aint the same, and we aint no matter how many folks try to say we are. Folks aint express things the same and we make grave mistakes expecting otherwise - the BEST thing about being different is being DIFFERENT.

Yall got to REALLY READ this- the 'instrument strum beneath the windows' is another example of how the writer aint like all people...Its also could be a mention of attempted numerous tries that ain't work due to the authors unique way of expressing love. The writing continues on with other examples which aint in comparison to actions. The standout here would be 'my silence holds a constant heart,' which is the main focus of this- being the love is expressed from the heart, rather than words.

In closing:

Nice piece. It's what AINT said, that says the most.

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Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

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#4604893

Review of My Favorite Time of the Day

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

My favorite time of the day,
Falls between evening and night.
When the mountains are but silhouettes,
And the stars begin twinkling bright.

The nighthawk takes over the sky,
As the meadowlark nestles in bed.
A coyote serenades me,
And a bright full moon shines overhead.

The chirping of crickets begins,
And the flexuous bats fly with ease.
The apple tree leaves slightly rustle,
Stirred up by the cool evening breeze.

As dusk slowly fades into darkness,
The world disappears, so it seems.
But I wander inside to my bed,
To relive it again in my dreams

Intro:

All of creation screams of God, but we busier than a funeral home fan in July to appreciate it. Aint something so beautiful aint got no creator; when we shut up and just LOOK at what Hes formed, we see HIS beauty...

Review:

Lets Begin-

This writer is full blown in tune with nature. The indepth descriptions, the words used, the scene painted - Here go somebody who looks beyond what the normal eye looking at. The opening about their 'favorite time of day' is familiar...This time is prettier than a field full of pregnant hogs (its a saying.) The writing shows the 'wind down ' of a day, were at times, hectic things happen.

'A coyote serenades me,' is possibly my favorite line. What sound like noise to others, this writer turns to music. From 'chirping crickets' to 'the apple trees leaving slight rustled,' continues to show the beauty of nature boldly to the reader. It ends with so much love for this 'favorite time of day' in anticipation to do it all over again.

In closing:

Rare as hens teeth, we see art shown as ART. This was a wonderful scene from the mind of a wonderful writer.

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

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#4604797

Review of Where I Can't Follow

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: ASR

| (5.0)

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

I can see that you are there,
in that place where I can't follow
You have my support right here,
but to you my words ring hollow

In your innermost mind sphere
the thick walls curve tight around you
It's an echo that you hear
My real words they cannot get through

I know my voice
it turns to noise
Let me get through
I'll be with you

Your isolation's hard to bear
For you the distance seems too wide
Until I can hold you near,
I will wait right here by your side.

Intro:

God aint create us to be alone, and aint nobody no island. Thats the problem with the world system, its on support beams of "dog eat dog" tactics, and "I aint need nobody" philosophies. This is what further divides us, and keeps us at a negative slope-human value done dropped, and now we dealing with the overall property value of the world at decline...

Review:

Lets Begin-

That opening, that opening- bout an earful, aint it? When folks write something thats just too honest to read. It aint nothing to overlook, when clouds get to stewing most than aint, we go looking for shelter alone.

"I can see you are there, in that place where I can't follow" is about the loneliest place anybody can be. This leads yall to the fact this is scripted for somebody dear to heart- the open invite to help is extended but rejected. When folks get hurt deep real good, they react like animals at times: ANYBODY with decent schooling would tell yall NEVER tamper with a hurt animal...Humans are completely different, and far more advanced than animals, but pain is universal physically and emotionally...

Pain is to kill, steal, and destroy.

This writing is well rounded; covering the subject all the way- when the writer mentions their "real words" aint able to get through the "innermost mind sphere" of the subject makes all too much sense. It just goes to illustrate the deeper than a well pain of rejecting a way out to go on dealing alone. These are the bad times, them times we WATCH the self destruction of the folks we care about. The author makes something different here: "I know my voice it turns to noise," goes to gather self blame when we cant fix things easier than duct tape. This could be another rejection the writer done rustled up; we aint know- but the gospel fact staring at us in the face is, ALL help from folks to hurt ones turns to be noise. It ends with continuing support for the hurt, which at sometimes is all we can do...There go some folks who aint learn no other way than by the school of hard knocks.

In closing:

Incredibly passionate writing. Its heartfelt and shows- Anything signed by a dang neon light at night, gone show itself in the morning. This is written well, and deserves the attention.

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#4604134

Review of History in hyroglyphs

Review by Bride A. Livewire

Rated: E

| (5.0)

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The irrepressible, Bride

ir•re•press•i•ble ĭr″ĭ-prĕs′ə-bəl►
adj. Difficult or impossible to control or restrain.
Not repressible; incapable of being repressed, restrained, or kept under control.
adj. Not capable of being repressed, restrained, or controlled

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."
-Eames, Inception

WANTED:

Line by line
I see the images
Come into view.
The vibration
The pressure
The prickles of pain,
All releasing endorphins
Soothing the itch
A need for therapy
Without any words.

Beautification
Coloration
Etched forever
Into my dermis
Layer by layer
Always a regeneration
With each skin
I shed to become dust.

The body I cherish;
My souls temple
Decorated and adorned
In fresh colors of growth
Illustrating my history
In hyroglyphs
Reminiscent to a church
And the stained glass
Of the crucified christ
Brought to life
In amazing sun light.

Intro:

Hey, Doll...

I LOVE tatoos, I got a few. Tatoos are a form of self expression, well, to me they are. My mind on them is they tell a story- I look at folks tatoos and I wonder whats the meaning behind them, the time in their lives that they got them, all kinds of stuff. It also is a good chat starter. These things are art, but I do recommend tatoos be thought out. I know a guy that got a Grim Reaper walking a pitbull, with a chopper in his hand ('chopper' is slang for AK 47...) I also know girls who done got guys names tatooed on them, and it aint work out. Another is getting tatoos yall might regret later. Mine, yall ask? Shoot, my two favorites are: 'Isa. 54:14' on my back, and on my forearm in old western letters goes: 'True Grit, from one of my favorite movies...Yall have to know me to understand the 'True Grit' one...Im upright as six oclock Christian and conservative...But I got a dang reputation that precedes me from years ago, and folks KNOW it. I get looks at times, and I grin- I had a little 'trouble' on me in times past, and God had to help redirect me. I still got some ways, though...

Halleluja.

Review:

Lets Begin-

Yall know whats SO great about this writer? Yall aint gone answer me? Rude. Its honesty. She writes from the real place. Anytime she post something, I just hide and watch. Its like shaking hands with her through her writing. I look at stuff most aint- and by the stuff she writes and says, its a bit of a rough road, and it aint gone do nothing but make her stronger. This says alot:

Line by line
I see the images
Come into view.
The vibration
The pressure
The prickles of pain,
All releasing endorphins
Soothing the itch
A need for therapy
Without any words.

I aint gone lie, that little annoying 'scratch' like pain (which really aint) excites me too, cant tell yall why. Here we see its the process of getting ink the writer likes at the same time. Tatoo places are ALL the towns gossip. Yall meet some of the most interesting folks, and hear stories yall aint BELIEVE. Its a whole scene. Now, I know more than most with this girl- shes onery...So, Im gone leave 'All releasing endorphins' alone, and move on to 'A need for therapy
Without any words.' Folks tend to all kinds of stuff that help release stresses. She writes on to further describe her love for ink by how she talks it up:

Beautification
Coloration
Etched forever

The coloration jumps out at me. Reason being, Im a black guy. None of my tatoos got color, they just shaded incredibly well. White folks (shut up, that aint racist to say. Yall quit being so d*mn soft,) can get AMAZING colors, and they POP. I particularly LOVE when white girls got tatoos for that dang reason cause its hotter than a honeymoon motel. I like the rhyme pattern to this, and I remember the author saying she liked this a whole lot- I agree, this here is one of my favs from her. It look like she wrote it from true inspiration- I cant really explain the difference in qualities of writing, but its a THING. If yall writers, yall know what Im talking about. We hard on ourselves , and we aint really like nothing we write...Well, unless yall one of those folks who can strut sitting down, and yalls Gods gift to us all who aint realized it yet...

Just saying...

The center of this piece is her all out LOVE for ink. I KEEP saying this, cause LOOK...SHE does:

The body I cherish;
My souls temple
Decorated and adorned

She just told yall how she feel about her body. She aint just do ANYTHING to it...
D*mn stay WITH me, folks...
And heres ANOTHER likening:

Reminiscent to a church
And the stained glass
Of the crucified christ
Brought to life
In amazing sun light.

To use that comparison of beauty is interesting. These are usually in Catholic Churchs. Catholic Churchs got some of the most ELABORATE art I done ever seen, so to use that comparison aint to be overlooked- And when the sun shines through, its breath taking. This girl REALLY likes tatoos yall...

In closing:

I mentioned this was an inspired writing, as yall can tell. Its just written different. It shows itself off like the 'stanined glass' this author writes about, 'comes to life,' as she went on- and shines like the same 'amazing sun light.'

Review Tip #4: Well-rounded reviews include both positive and negative comments.

Thank God I aint ever aim to be one of these "well-rounded" folks any d*mn way...

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