Poems from annastacia94
She was born
Staring upon ruins
The end times long since passed
She was raised in a world of monsters
(the kind that are too big to live...
Fate, she began
What an extremely simple thing
With all its complexities and intricate intrigues
We attempt to control it
With iron bars...
Poets,
The preservers of
Original thought
Keepers of the
Epiphany
I stand staring up
In awe I look
Mouth gapping to breath in the taste of their voice
Dizzying my self with the constellations of their...