Annicita's Poetry, Short Stories & Thoughts

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Possiblity of Love

Adonis like He towers over her Muscles rippling with each movement Coal black hair glistening in the sun A slight scar forever etched on his hand He beckons And lionlike twinkling eyes The next step is hers to make He patiently awaits her decision... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 17, 2008

My Affair with Writing

I started writing many years ago as a teenager. Putting all my youthful angst on paper. Somehow I could not quite achieve the effect that I wanted. I enjoyed the poetry sections of our English class. My sophomore teacher Miss Hatcher encouraged me to enter one of my poems in a contest. I didn't win... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

You Know You Are on a Doomed Date When. . .#7

The majority of the prior doomed dates have had the guy as the spoiler of the night. I have also been the errant one on those doomed dates as the following story will show you... George asked me to his fraternity dance. He was very cute, soft spoken and nice. I was excited and definitely looking... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 14, 2008


My father grew up in what today is considered a big family in Mexico. He was the youngest of six. He and his brothers were always getting into trouble and the night they decided to teach their older brother a lesson was no different! My Uncle Tony was fastidious. He believed there was a place for... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

A Writer Giving Birth

Its' interesting how we as writer's treat our end product as our babies. We give birth to them; slowly and at times painfully. Line by line that finally forms a paragraph. We dare to continue to nurture that piece until finally paragraph by paragraph we produce the first page. And so the process... Sign in to see full entry.


Red pen ready, set go! Slash here Comma there Change a word Modify the idea Sea of Red Dismayed I see more red than black! Where is that turn of a phrase The humor, the raw wit Substituted over-used words glare at me Bad puns thumb their noses Please don't attach my name to that! Sign in to see full entry.

You Know You Are on a Doomed Date When #6. . .

Those of us who grew up in the 50's, 60's and 70's were exposed to second-hand smoke. Our parents, friends and family just lit up without a second thought. I grew up in one of those houses, not one, but both of my parents smoked. They also owned a restaurant so I was constantly exposed to it at work... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

First Time

The innocence of youth Pure joy Toes squish wet sand Mesmerized by footprints That disappear with each new wave Squeals of delight As she runs from the onslaught of water And then rushes back Much like the ebb and flow of the tide Forever in motion Sign in to see full entry.


Overwhelming desire to see you Gently caress your skin Feel your hot breath As you whisper Zogti Inhale the scent of exotic soap Igniting passion Vivid dreams now played out Sign in to see full entry.

She Comes at Night

She visits me at night As I slumber Caresses my cheek Nudges me lovingly Places a pen in my hand It tingles with desire and urgency Convey the thought before lost As she guides it across the page We write as one Line after line until emptied Then smiling we embrace Sign in to see full entry.

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