Kimberly Anastasia : Writing

the only picture I can paint is a canvas half empty

the only picture I can paint is a canvas half empt..

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia


sometimes I think of you when I'm entwined in the vines that grow in my head,when they spill from the garden in which they were sownand strangle me wi..
burning bridges.

burning bridges.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia


smog lingered above the ground,waves crashed into the walls,two white liars stood a sea apart.a hand held a torchat the end of the bridgeand the piers..
the danger in playing with fire.

the danger in playing with fire.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia


he thought he had smothered my fire,but there was gasoline on his tongueand embers in his fist.still, he was too dim to seethat I am a matchand hate i..
the place where beautiful things go to die.

the place where beautiful things go to die.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia


petals in a white room;pale hues dripping from stems,falling to the floor with grace,landing only with a soft whisper.on the sill I linger,exhaling sm..
hell sure does feel a lot like home.

hell sure does feel a lot like home.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia


flames danced around the room,painting silhouettes on the wall.a masquerade of phantoms chantverses of solace to the crowded corridor.the deafening cr..
of fire and ice.

of fire and ice.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia


the words dripped from their fingertipsand froze before they hit the ground,shattering into bitter shards that pierced my skin.the blood seeped from m..