Biography of Alanna Flynn
Well gee. Let us start it off with a quick, shortened version of my life. I have grown up in a small town in Vermont along with my four siblings and wonderful parents. I have three brothers and a sister, so to say the least...I was a little tom-boy growing up. I eventually blossomed into a free roaming spirit. At a young age, I not only fell in love with writing, but music as well. I have been in the show/festival scene just I was just a babe, and it is part of who I am. Although I have many goals and aspirations for the future, for now I am just loving these sweet teenage years...
Alanna Flynn Poems
From Dreams To Nightmares
A time to let my mind take control. No boundaries or limits, No end to the road before me. Happiness at my fingertips,
Daisy - Haiku
Billy B-Town. *dramatic Monologue
I spend my days riding around My long board remains my vehicle. I am a young man, just trying to live. My music is my voice,
A Monday morning has never felt soo good.. At one point in time, Just a boy sitting and working. That big smile dragging me closer.
I Dream. (Pantoum)
I dream often. All wildly and different ideas. All senses, feeling real. Where reality and fantasy meet.
Days Of Bliss
Summer nights consume me. My head is full of smoke And my blue eyes are glazed with a red hue. Just yesterday I was in your arms.
Even As I Hold You - (Revised)
Even as I hold you I don’t feel close enough. I think of you as someone gone when I’m without your touch.
Forest Colors - Haiku
Storm - Haiku
This poem was written by my good friend and partner in crime, Jeremy Duell. Although he isn't a member on this wonderful site, his words should still be heard. 'To honor the night that two creeps found one another. A revolution in the making with each adventure completed.
Look At Them
Look at them: Pretty plastic, sugar coated, Just fantastic, BIMBOS.
Trying To Remember
It’s been a few short weeks since I saw him last. And a few longer since he held me. His last words were simply “It’s me, not you.” But days before “Without you, what would I do? ”
Driving Into The Night
On a late night Early morning ADVENTURE with no destination.
April 2007 – (Lying In A White Room.)
Bland walls, minimal eye-catching art, coughs and colds, broken bones and broken hearts. Robots marching through countless halls to fulfill their duties.
Andrew 'Bear' Ryan
Rest in peace brother -
As I site here and wonder,
Or wonder here and sit,
Your silly smile makes a motion.
And the whole room is filled with a joyous vibe.
Your words are set on repeat.
The slideshow in my head is skipping constantly.