Biography of Allison Barnett
i was born in Miami, FLorida. I then moved with my parents to Kingston Jamaica where i lived for about a year and a half, then i moved to st. louis missouri with my mom, where i lived for about 15 years. i recently moved to miramar florida where i live with my dad. i am 17 years old, and go to high school where i am a senior.
Allison Barnett Poems
The Stallion And I
I'm ready, so ready to release the beast I master The cords in his arched neck tremble berating my control
I Haven'T Written In A While
Petals falling falling falling, they land, ever so light on their feet. i hardly feel the soft touch of botanic fingers as they curiously caress my skin.
The Pain is the worst pain in the world It is not merely the pain of a broken arm, that heals with time Nor is it the pain of a starving child,
Love Poem # 137
So here is another poem for you telling you how my love was true But you decided to throw it away and in the whole matter i had no say
What Good Is A Day?
What good is a day without you? What is it worth? Nothing. That's what. I'm not sad, no tears will mark my face.
The dark angel came to me the night I died His identical ebony wings unfurled like sails on a hell-bent pirate ship
Tick tock Tick tock it goes like a clock
Sweet little nothings whispered like a song into my yearning ears. The words cascade into a waterfall of music, with the rythm pounding on the rocks below. I stand before this fantastic view,
Im sorry, i just cant control it sometimes The pain of my past threatens to return when this present one is rekindled. The hot waves of anger you feel rolling towards you
never ever have i known anything like this. it is like magic, the way his hands hold me, as if they are parched, and must drink of my skin
A Frozen Friend
harsh words, steel glances frostbitten voice that is not her own. what has happened to the sun-bathed friend i once knew? where has she gone?
With the candles lit, and the fire dancing I went to retrieve my tank of destruction.
The Lovely Stranger
I want this oppresion to end. I want to bend and break these invisible bars that have webbed around me until i forget the bars, forget the cage.
I can't ocntrol the inner vibrations, so I just sit in the silence and wait, for what i don't know.
With the candles lit,
and the fire dancing
I went to retrieve
my tank of destruction.
Falling through the snowbanks
into the dark shed
where the gasoline was kept