Biography of Anne Unknown
I'm fourteen but I love to write poems, read english (and only english) books and listen to music. I have lived in England for 3 years and also in America for the same amount of time. I will move back to America in June.
Anne Unknown's Works:
I am actually writing one, when I'm not reading books by Patricia Briggs and others. I do not have a title yet. Momentarily, february 25th 2010, I have 82 pages written.
Anne Unknown Poems
The Beauty Of...
The beauty of the dark, is the beauty of no light. The beauty of the silent,
My life is like a dark room, For I do not see the light, My pupils are wide though the light is on, I feel alone almost always,
Things To Do
A book to read, a poem to write, a chapter to learn, homework to do,
Bella And Edward: Predator And Prey
There you stand as a predator, Watching my every move, Although you are a monster, I cannot deny how graceful you are,
Letter To My Graduated Sister
There comes a time in life, when people have to leave the path they had followed. They have to leave what they have known all their life, and go out into the wide world.
This is a poem I found on the internet and changed a few sentences of it. I hope u like it. ---------------- A mask of happiness often covers her sadness, her beliefs hidden inside her,
Magic Overwhelms/ Cruel Magic
I see a woman, dressed in a dark cloak, there is something peculiar about her, but I cannot name the difference.
Job Description For The Future
The teachers ask me, 'What do you want to be? ' what kind of job do I want to do? But to be honest, I don't have a clue.
Strange Girl Staring
I look at the girl infront of me, the girl on the other side of the glass, who just stares at me, and is silent.
Cruel, Sweet Love
I thought I had an empty heart, no love that pumps through my vaines at every heartbeat. I thought I was hollow,
How To Feel, How To Act.
How do you have to act? They tell you who acts right and who does wrong. Can you control your act when you feel so bad yourself? Where can you go?
The moon, so high up in the sky. So light in the darkness of night. It is a beautiful sight.
You stand there in the darkness, people screaming everywhere, although you want to, you can't help them,
I feel lonely in days, I feel lonely in so many ways, Lonely am I and cursed without you, Only at night do I feel free of loneliness,
My life is like a dark room,
For I do not see the light,
My pupils are wide though the light is on,
I feel alone almost always,
I feel alone even when others are near,
Only so often do I feel free of the darkness,
But who will save me when I am stuck in the dark room?
Who will be my savior?
Who will I show gratitude for as long as I may live?