The Tree People |
* Those of you who know me out side of myspace know what this poem means, and if you haven't read it in a while you might want to again. For those of you who don't I will explain the story anoth...
Posted by Anna Twisted on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 09:13:00 PST |
MUST BE THE MUSIC |
MUST BE THE MUSIC
Music means so much
It's something to all of us
Someone I left behind
The dream that died, but learned to survive
Reincarnated
Through worlds created.
I'm tapping the past
A...
Posted by Anna Twisted on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 05:32:00 PST |
It's all me now PART 2 |
This blog orginally appeared on January 27 as one poem. (Scroll to bottom to see original post)
So clearly
Waking with a song within my head
Coming from beyond any tears shed
Pl...
Posted by Anna Twisted on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 11:14:00 PST |
WORK IN PROGRESS |
Alright now that I bashed some fairy stuff I feel much better about trying to work on this. I usually keep my private life under wraps, but I'll be celebrating my tenth anniversary with my husba...
Posted by Anna Twisted on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 10:31:00 PST |
THE FAIRY-TALE COLLECTION- no fairy stories here |
The following poems may contain some ideas you might not like and foul language.
These are from a group I refer to as the Fairy Tale collection. Let me know what you think of the poems.
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Posted by Anna Twisted on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 05:55:00 PST |
The pain |
The pain does what it wants to me
You know when there is smoke
What it is you are seeing
Cuts you to your very being
The pain does what it wants to me
Floating through the darkness
You create
The epi...
Posted by Anna Twisted on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 08:45:00 PST |
Pretty little girl |
Pretty little girl don't you know love does not exist. It's a fairy tale, a fallacy, men are full of lies and hard hearts.
Pretty little girl put down those grand dreams and join us in the re...
Posted by Anna Twisted on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 08:09:00 PST |
DO YOU SEE |
She spoke to me and told me enough to make my head spin. Some how through all that haze I saw her true colors. I heard her true voice. I scarcely doubt...
Posted by Anna Twisted on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 12:38:00 PST |
Untitled poem |
UntitledAre your visors so dirty that all you see the glass and nothing more?No, you are fine, or are you? The disillusion got you too. I know it did, you submitted just enough and crushed me.Can't yo...
Posted by Anna Twisted on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 12:46:00 PST |
