Author: Annalise Wellman
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Check out my new material!!!
I am starting to post new content from my books! Hope you guys like it!
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I understand now
Write me a song I can’t bear to hear you on I know this is wrong But my heart is not right. Flamboyant, tear-soaked lies In crumpled tissues on a bedroom floor I’m not one for your lore But you know they all believe it I used to too. Black ink has thickened the air…
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Announcement!
Hey everyone! Happy Saturday! I am completely enthralled to announce that my very first poetry book is in the works and will be released sometime this summer to fall. This has always been a dream of mine and I am looking forward to sharing my hard work with you. More details to come! Thank you for…
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The red in the blue
The sole old drop to end the clock, the ocean screams on It whimpers and wails to the walls of a cowards cold heart Yet cry, it might, the stringy plight will drip from dusk to dawn Crafting waves of misfortune and turning the torrid tide tart But if I beckon along my words…
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The sky’s song
If the sky was a song, what would it be? Would it fade and wade in pools of melody and memory? Or drown in false longevity? Sometimes I stare at the rare clouds and watch them dance like hares as they prance in the blue hues. To what? I cannot hear. It simply must be…
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Red lipstick
Thick, red pungent smokiness scars her mouth underneath her dark, lacy mask of despair. Her eyes dance across the room, searching. Searching for what, or whom? Her eyes will not whisper. It could be to stalk her prey, secreting sweet venom on dotting minds, and as the words she curses roll off her satin red…
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Where the sweet apples wade (An account on the nature of fruit, above all things)
Sometimes I wonder about the apples on trees sunning themselves in vast orchards under the sugary sun. They grow and ripen and turn to deep tangy hues as their core sweetens. So innocent, so pure; they wait. They wait for the greedy hands of a child or farmer to pluck them off their maternal stem,…
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Midnight memoir
I admire your sullen sweet face as you slumber so soothingly Safe and solemn, eyes closed like butterfly wings. The way your strong cheeks soften as they lay still… how I wish to kiss them so. Your hand curled underneath your chin, cupping your resting face, The freckles dotting it like stars in the sky.…
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A Flower’s Riddle
My love, to you, I compare a flower, silky and soft. With cream, crafted petals adorning your soul And honey-suckle sweetness in your smile. No fear for the elements; Poised with strong fragility Heedless to the cold, but sensitive to the touch. Bemused by the buttery thorns surrounding you, Daring not to let them pierce…
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One blinking light
In the still sullen darkness, a single porch light blinks Shuddering, shaking, silence As if it was signaling in an unknown language “God help us all” The wooden windows faced the sky, scavenging the clouds, searching for the moon But the clouds covered the celestial abyss with a thick gray blanket, suffocating everything beneath it…
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