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Annie's World In Art

Art is the expression of the Artist's Soul...How he views the world.. a Mirror into his heart.....

pencil sketch

Snowflakes

I loved you the moment I saw you, all in white

my golden haired beauty of the night

As we watched the ill fated lovers,on the stage;

claiming their last goodbye. I knew our love would have to be, somehow I'd find the way.

Though I fought in vain for our answer to be.

They wouldn't allow our love. Renounce what I am or let you go. They wouldn't allow my choice.

What I remember most about you, your thoughts about snowflakes.

Snowflakes were for long restful sleep.

So as you sleep upon my shoulder, the snow is all around us.

You can not stand killing of any kind, still you can not live without me. So as the snowflakes lay upon the ground. I hear the shot,from the gun in my hand, you silently sleep on. Another shot, the bullet to my head, for you see I too can not live without you. They will never seperate us now.

Flowers are the Jewells that crown the Earth,accenting the Beauty of the land....Created with a grapic pen

Standing On A Rock

Standing on a rock below,me is the sea. Off in the distance, a storm has begun, coming towards the rock, it is the only one left, and it is crumbling down.

Life is vast, with many changes. Yet here on my rock,

I have not progressed. I am like a species dying, everyone else is different.

The first cool drops of the storm, reaches out and touch my face.

Enticing my heart, reminding me that the dreams I've had, are the same distance from me.

I can see that the once great rock is only a shell crumbling in the waves of lifes storm.

Yet all the while the storm rages around me, the rock holds me up out of harms way.

The rock though battered relentlessly, keeps me through all of lifes storms.

Graphic art created with graphic software,and graphic pen...

Love

Love is a very fragile and beautiful thing. few give and many receive,its felt by everyone at least once in their lives. Its in a touch, a look, and in the deepest reaches of our spirit. It can make, or break someone. Love is a persons paradise, or a fool's mirage. Love is everywhere even in you and I. Love is God, you can see it in a running brook, a childs laugh, a playful puppy or kitten. The waves crashing on the rocks, all of these things are a part of Love. Love is whatever you want it to be inside where life begins.

Lost Heart

All alone on a lonely sand, what was once here has since gone astrand.

I once had an ideal, but it has since lost its appeal. No more for me to see, except in haunting me,letting me wish for what will never be.

The only dream I have ever had was to give someone a true love,

but no one wants this poor shattered heart, so what was once a heart, has been torn bleeding within.

Here am I broken alone on the sand

Parted

I'm going to tell my friends of the night we parted and why

You changed so quickly I had no time to react. One cold grey morning the snow returned. You were gone,leaving my heart frozen in the snow. Maybe someday I'll be able to retreat to the snow covered land; freezing my warm heart forever, never to feel the warmth of love again

Watercolor art..then scanned

Hallow's Eve

Hallows Eve's a night of haunting, The things of the earth dug up.

Demons let out, to stir up mischief,tormenting those unfortunate to be out and about..
Witches make a brew,ghosts like to float.. But on hallow' eve, my thoughts always stray to you. The apple we bobbed for,the scavanger hunt we hid from the others. These are just a few pieces, of the skeleton, I remove from the cupboard. Knowing that as I do so,I shatter the hope of forgetting you again..

Inside

Inside looking out my window, everything is the same.
Long ago learned. the pain of venturing out there in the cold. So here I sit, afraid to seek the warmth of someone out there.

Sad

how sad life is sometimes, when you want someone to share it with. Love is like an autumn leaf, withering and falling away, until springing back in the spring. I am like the barren tree. Searching for the warmth the leaves bring..

Poetry and Art. copyrights, 1972 and onwards Anna Golliday

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