Want to Subscribe?
Sign In or Sign Up now!

●Bonjour, je m'appelle Anine. It's pronounced 'UH-neen' and is not spelled 'Annie.' The 'i' is in between the two 'n's. I won't kill you if you spell it wrong, usually I would, but this is the internet :)
______________________________

Poetry by moi:

| Gray |

Dreary April mornings
In between the black
The white, blazing warnings
Feelings might just crack

Footsteps on the concrete
Knocking at the door
The smell of rain, so sweet
What are you here for?

The sky won't open up
Swallowing the past
Sipping from my cup
Of coffee, contrast

To the walls of which I reside
Waiting until my eyes have dried

~

| I Think... |

I think of those times
Only four months ago
When I was carefree
When I put on no show

I think of the glances
Passed and given
When my heart skipped a beat
When my mind was driven

I think of the signs
That you left far and wide
When those two numbers changed
When you never lied

I think of the way
That you treat me now
When it's not much different
When I don't even know how

I think of connections
The ones that we share
Our stories of interest
Read with great care

I think of the themes
That I've answered to you
The Tale of life
You've opened me too

I think of the greetings
All in the hallway
When it was so unexpected
When I didn't know what to say

I think of the notebooks
The comments you leave
Your mark stains the paper
And the pages I cleave

I think of obsessions
Childhood and older
Though I find them strange
I shall get no colder

I think of today
And what tomorrow will bring
I hope that you agree
That I shouldn't have to sing

I think of the ways
I wished to catch your eye
From trying much harder
To trying not to cry

I think of all the words
You ever said to me
I cherish them like flowers
So that everyone can see
______________________________

~ Classic Quotes ~

'Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend. Forgive the dry Fool drink, then is the Fool not dry. Bid the dishonest man mend himself, if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Anything that's mended is but patched; virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin, and sin that amends is but patched with virtue. If that this simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not, what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but calamity, so beautys a flower. The Lady bade take away the Fool. Therefore, I say again, take her away.'
-William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night [1.5.40-51]

~

'I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.'
-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

~

'I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!'
-Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

~

'I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever now-a-days. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance.'
-Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
______________________________

Thanks so much to my friends, subscribers and viewers, I wouldn't have gotten this far without you♥
______________________________