ANNA

I am 28 and love to write. I have been writing for a long time but there is always room for more. I thank everyone that reads my poetry. You truly never know how good something could be until people start reviewing and commenting on your writings. I hope to write a book one day. I live in Phoenix, Arizona and I love my life. My dad passed away on Oct 16, 2008. He was and always will be my everything, my hero! I never ask for more, I never receive anything less than I deserve. I have learned that you have to love yourself first before anyone, if you don't than how can you love another!?



I'm just trying to get everyone to hear my words
As I listen for theirs as well
I speak of the truth
I live each day as if it was my last look at the earth
When I first started writing
I could not bare to have people read my writings, understand what I was going through
My writings where like
My life line....
When I had none
My friend when no one to call on....
My mic
When my voice was weak....
My story
When I was happy....

I'm a very outgoing
creative and
Happy person

I love to make people laugh
and make them see things in a different color
I love to get to know people
What they like, why they write...

Many know me as being crazy
weirdeee..lol
Funny and a
Very loving person

True, true but I am who I am
Because of the people that walked in and out of my life
if I can't be myself
Then who Can
I Be?

Much Love and thanks to all that comment and just stop by quickly
Have a beautiful Day!!!


Where I would love to be right now


My Favorite Animal!
Let them have fun while their heart are still and their love is pure


The City Of My Mind


You can't take away a real woman worth

Pictures are what make the memory more unquie....


My Favorite Puppy of all times! lol


I am more then the girl next door.....


I love the structure of the world


Beware, My whispers will lust after your poetry....


The strength of love take two , when living as one


Didn't you hear that the color of our skin is no longer a scar upon your paint brush of insults










The beating of his touch increases when I kiss his spine and dine my eyes into his soul

My eye's tell you what I can't unfold...

I wanna kiss and tell