hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here, bringing you another edition of Crappy Poetry Tuesday!!! today, we'll be exploring some of the poems that anna actually thought were good enough to deserve revising. *snicker*
we'll open with a short piece, from early in anna's poetry-writing years.

Cracks:
i had a dream
that i was looking in a broken mirror
and through the jagged, leering cracks [can cracks leer???]
i saw you smiling back at me

now we'll move on to a poem that anna thought was the shiznit for, like, ever, but its probly not all that good.

Ages:
a state of mental appeal, constantly plummeting
back to a time held in a clock that doesn't exist
captive in nowhere, nothingness shifts
blowing like saffron grains of sand upon my waxen face
i grow faded, yellowed, old
watching the years run free with the wind
wishing for security in such a hopeless place
divinity drinking from a golden cup, the soured wine
from purple grapes turned black with age
the crumbling soil seeded with little more than regrets
watered with tears long overdue, wept by the last of a tribe
tearful spaces in the earth
faded scars still stinging like the day they were inflicted
face down in clay, the earth smells green and brown with dirt
but buried to my neck i cry out
invisible vines closing in on my throat
the sun falls again for the last time
a glowing sliver dodging the horizon
and the sky and earth explode with light
one glorious moment of color and fire
a breath out of nowhere blows it out
restoring the many shades of gray
the world is dull again

and now anna's mom is yelling at her to get her ass in gear because she's leavig to go to Zack's house, so thats it for now.