I was thinking whether or not to post here...

I decided to do so.


I write a lot, and here's one of my poems, but I hope, if you guys like them, I can post more.


Most (but not all) of my poems turn into songs.

This is not one of them....it's just a poem. One of my favorites.

To Tell All
By Ann Senjanovich
2-6-05

Before my hazy dreams will fade,
I think about my future days.
I think about what road I'll follow,
Before I am very helplessly swallowed.
My scars will be souvenirs from the past,
My later days will go by very fast.
I will run to my master, his hands held out wide,
But he'll shoo me away before I reach his side.
I'll cry many tears, emotion within;
He'll tell me that my life is full of sin.
Dark shadows lurk in my future to come,
My past will erase, but will be remembered by some.
So come back when I decided to see,
the true and honest side of me.
I walk away, trying to do,
something before I am hopelessly screwed.
I think very hard, really, it's true!
But nothing comes to me, and I believe in nothing but you.
Then the road ends, and I look down,
and my face turns into a hideous frown.
An endless fall will come to me,
If I don't go and try to see.
I turn around, the fog in the sky,
And I ask my dear master, I ask, "Who am I?"
He says he doesn't know, and I ask myself,
Do I know what lurks behind what I felt?
I ask him again, "Are you that sure,
that you don't know what I can do for a cure?"
He turns his back to my face,
I am determined to turn it around, to see grace.
But he shakes his head, and I helplessly fall,
To that bottomless pit and I cannot tell all
What really happened to me the day I died,
So I sit in a corner, and I cry.
Upon my throat I feel a hand,
And I quietly sing, "This Old Man"
My screams are muffled to no more then a whisper,
My last words are a very small lisper.
"I hate you, I hate you with all my soul,
And I'll remember you, for I haven't accomplished my goal.
It was to crush you, a human being,
And you, like me, gave up seeing
Who we really are, what our soul hides,
And the fact that nobody really takes our sides."
My eyes close slowly, and I continue to fall,
Into that bottomless pit...but I have told all.

If you want to know what its about, just PM me...if you must.

Otherwise, just interpret it to whatever you want.

Thanks for reading this. Again, if you guys like it, I'll post more =]

Hopefully your eyes didn't bleed!

Ann Lynn

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WEE! this thread started to get rusty & lonely.

here's a poem i wrote for my little brother, who's 9 & autistic [for those of you who don't know this, i made a thread about him saying 'i love amy' a while ago]

here it is:

Shining Faeries, rivers, and things
By: Antoinette S.
21st of April, 2006

Inspired by my little brother.

I close my eyes & start to dream,
About shining faeries, rivers, and things
They float about inside my head,
Right before I go to bed.
The moon shines on the window sill,
And on the grassy, humongous hills.
Suddenly faeries start to appear, singing a song, again I’d like to hear.
“Dream & dream with all your might,
So the night will become a fabulous sight.”
Suddenly a horse with a big blue mane,
Appears & says, “Will you ride my back today?”
“So I jump on his back and we become one.
I grab on to his mane and we start to fly,
And the horse utters words, “We can be friends, you and I.”
As we fly over the star filled sky.
Suddenly as we soar through the night,
My eyes grow weary, and my head feels light.
“Horse, do you think now we can stop?
I am quite tired; I’ve had enough.”
He neighs in reply, and meets my eye,
”We’ll be great friends, you and I.”
Suddenly I yawn, and all disappears,
And I feel my blanket softly tucked over my ears.
Suddenly, the moon becomes the sun,
And I smile, though my dream is done.
I rise and yawn again once more,
And rise on my feet, though my legs are quite soar.
I can’t wait until all I know is a dream,
And I dream about shining faeries, rivers, and things.


Here's an immitation I wrote. In English class, we were supposed to pick a poem and write a poem reflecting the elements of the author's original. I picked Pauley Perrette's poem "STAID," which was pretty difficult to do, since she thinks deeply about how to word things and seemed to like playing on words in her piece. Here's what I came up with, and when it was done I found it pretty amazing.


Defeat

I broke the silence
for the end of violence
for the one lost child
for the helpless & senile
from the foundation of love
from the wing of a dove
from those who will bleed
and will not find meaning
in this life
many do fight
in an ocean of blood,
drowning in their grudge
for they will miss take
and then they will wake
to find all is lost
their life is the cost
Do not push away
the only one that will say
Only truth about you
the words will be true
Of course, it will sting,
Like a bird’s broken wing
Like a cannon’s explosion
Like a wound’s deep erosion
Cry, Weep and Whine
No, it won’t be fine
Bleed, Tear, and Scream
No one will know what it means
When you’re hopeless & meek
and chains bind your feet
a lost soul brought to defeat
because helpless are you
a crimson solitude
The light shines so dim
Full of sin
Of grim
Of those who didn’t win
Of shame within.


here's a bunch of stuff i also had to write for english class...
A lot of the stuff was, "Write what first comes to mind" sort of directions, and ev. is always on my mind so you'll probably find a lot of ev stuff in them.
2 word poems:

Poem I:
Shadow
Exodus

Poem II:
Light….
Imaginary

Poem III:
Goddess; vapor.


Haikus:
1.
Dark

Blue is the dark night
Hidden flaws known to no one
Raindrops fall like tears.
2.
Confusion:

Light is not the way
Dark is not the way, either.
So where do we turn?
3.
Wail:
The trees are lonely
Sit by them - give them some hope,
They will start to wail.
4.
Daughter:
Why is the sky blue?
She is full of innocence
She sits and listens.

Tanka:

1. Save me
Wake me up
Or I might die
I’ll close my eyes
Try to see the waves,
And ride the wind.

2. Here, my tourniquet.
Brace for a new perfection
You may not know me
I think I will be different
I am still slowly bleeding

Here's a poem I calld "Solitude" I include both versions, the original and revised.

ORIGINAL:
Solitude

A purple haze surrounds the cat;
An angel in its bliss.
It blinks its eye,
then starts to cy,
because it is so silent.

What is this purple haze
that surrounds its minute paw?
It creates a sense of beginning
in all that is so wrong.
The silence is so powerful,
and it is very strong.

REVISED:

Solitude - revision

Deep in the flesh
The purple horizon falls
The cat will sleep…
unknown
to man,
Perched on a hill,
gone
from reality.

Purple solitude,
Yellow eyes stare deep,
Lost and
in a blaze
of unforgotten tranquility.

The rain pounds on
the walls of a heart;
tears from those lost in an exodus.
The goddess’ mix of
pearl and white,
The purple cat sleeps,
peace here at last.

this is one of my older favorites. you can sort-of tell it's older. i wrote it during my freshman year of highschool.


Okay;;

Nobody’s home
The house is still.
My stomach hurts,
and I feel ill.
In this very large house, what should I do?
Kill my trapped mother and father, too?
My companion my friend, lies before me,
and all’s I tried to do, is get him to see.
I wanted him to see who I really am,
but I knew that he couldn’t, and I knew that he can’t.
I got mad and I know it was the wrong thing,
and though it usually calms me to stop and sing,
I grabbed the wrong item, it was not dull at all,
and I ripped it right through him and watched him fall.
The crimson blood is all that remains,
and now I know nothing will be the same.
If I didn’t get angry, jus let him talk,
let him get his feelings out, perhaps take a long walk.
But now, I didn’t, I lost control,
and now my point is gone…he’ll never know
What I was telling him, the significance,
And now he’s in heaven, in wonderful bliss.
I cry on his shoulder, cold and hard,
and I can’t give his family anything but a sympathy card.
“Goodbye, dear friend, and I’m sorry for what I did,
For I got scared, and then I hid.
Maybe if I told you..sooner or later…
You’d still be alive, but now you’re fader.
You’re just an image, now, in my head,
Now that I killed you,
Now that you’re dead.”
I Let the authorities take me away
On that cold hearted day
When all my true love said was “okay"

Enjoy!!

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WOWW, your writing's so good, amy! deep and meaningful. how long did it take you to finish them?

I've made countless attempts at poetry, and I've given up. haha, if I could only write like you. And I remember watching that video you made on youtube -- your little brother's adorable.
I can't wait to see more of your work! i'll be looking!

You're work is really good!! I can see you put a lot of effort into it, and surely enough it's payed off. Keep writing, don't stop!!

<3
- Nina

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