Annicita's Poetry, Short Stories & Thoughts

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

Freedom

How will I get away from this hell on earth? Can I snap my fingers and voila! I am elsewhere? I am in search of the good life Freedom of speech To speak out against the ills of society and politics Without fear of retribution, imprisonment and torture Freedom to vote My candidate of choice To have... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 7, 2008

Refuge from Puberty

Those tender years of puberty Raging hormones Daily surprises with my body Struggles for independence Wanting it yet not sure what to do with it World evolves around my friends Peripheral family I escape to my room Descending the steps Feeling the entwining coolness coil up my body Embracing me... Sign in to see full entry.

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Blank Pages

The thrill and angony of all that empty space What can I write That others have not already written Can I take a topic And improve on past Or will I butcher it In the end Does it really matter? Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 24, 2008

Choosing

Reality set a steady course Only to have fantasy divert it How to choose the road to take Follow to the right? Knowing exactly what lies ahead Or the road seldom taken The outcome unknown Coming to understand why Yet never knowing the question Detoured from my route Traveled the wrong path Unable to... Sign in to see full entry.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Friday, November 14, 2008

Nailed!

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.

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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.

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Editing

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.

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