Anna : Writing

The Castle Where I Died

The Castle Where I Died

A Poem by Anna


Shrouded in years beyond dust and ill intents,shadows cling to these darkly ancient walls.The drapes billow with the winds at night,the devil's gales ..
A Different Sea

A Different Sea

A Poem by Anna


Oh how the sea seems especially beautiful today,when only drifting far and off to nowhere are we.Passive as the rolling tide, gentle as the sun's ray,..
The Night Was..

The Night Was..

A Poem by Anna


You think it's peaceful, and think it's pretty,but I think it's awfully quiet out here at night.I think owls and crickets don't sing loud enough,becau..
Acid Dreaming

Acid Dreaming

A Poem by Anna


We play the Ringo Deathstarr melodies,I don't see the night quite much anymore.flitting the frozen and apathetic destinies,I remember the glow in fath..
The Low Drag

The Low Drag

A Poem by Anna


The world seems to spin a little slower,the people seem to speak a little smoother.The air just seems to hang a little lighter,weightlessness, as if g..
Confession: The Psychotic Voice

Confession: The Psychotic Voice

A Poem by Anna


Psychotic voice in my head,speaks of good and right and wrong.She, he, we, who knows but me,when the echoes end and it's gone.Psychotic voice in my he..
Colorful But Not Beautiful

Colorful But Not Beautiful

A Poem by Anna


My skin is freckled, spots and dots,like the sun-colored leaves outside.I write in red ink, as if to make me-something beautiful- still I do hide.My e..
The Man In The Snowy House

The Man In The Snowy House

A Poem by Anna


Oh man in the snowy house,far away and far beyond.Come down from the attic,from dust and from dark.Oh man in the snowy house,you are here and then you..
Winter Delusions

Winter Delusions

A Poem by Anna


I stepped outside into the snow for a breath or two,the cold air went chilling my bones right through.I heard my heart in my ears when I sat with you,..
Stuck In The Rewind

Stuck In The Rewind

A Poem by Anna


Stuck in this skin-though the sun is burning-the flame is swallowing-and an old attitude rises again.I don't want to leave-though the tide is pulling-..