She is Happy

She loves the little things.
She loves the way birds sing to lighten the day,
She loves the way the ocean relentlessly kisses the shore,
And she loves the way the clouds are always dancing.
She loves the whistles the creeks sound as they move by,
She loves how the sunlight dapples through blooming trees,
She loves how the air smells in the shade of a spring day.

She loves being happy.
She loves bright colors because they lighten the soul.
She loves a pure smile and how it captures in a never ending photo.
She loves happy music and the way it makes her want to bounce alive.
She loves the laughter of friends and how it brings them together.
She loves the future for its possibilities and the past for its lessons.

She loves how chocolate can change her mood
And how a kind word can flip a whole day right side up.
She loves that a smile can span deeper than the ocean
And how a laugh can shake someone's world louder than thunder.
She loves the world unconditionally because she firstly loves herself.

She's not afraid to hold back what defines her
And she's willing to show the world who she is inside and out.
She doesn't wear make up because she has no need for a mask.
Happiness is her mask, love is the string that holds it to her,
And hope is the glue that makes it stick.

She believes in all things because she stands for herself.
She can be happy because she knows what the opposite hurts like.
She can see the beauty of all things
Because she has been past the dark line that defines them.
She can go to all places because she believes in them
And she isn't afraid to change or grow.

Her purpose is to have purpose and leave a path behind for others to follow.

She keeps her head up even when her shoulders drop low.
She tries to laugh when the world is telling her to cry.
When she is sad, she lays under the sun and soaks up all the goodness it gifts to the Earth.
She may be sad a little sometime but she is always happy.
She is because she chooses to be.

She's faced her fears and stands tall in their wake.
She's been through trenches of mud but her legs never stopped.
She has her scars but she doesn't cover them up.
She doesn't hide her troubles and in that way, they no longer exist.
She is strong because she has to be.
Her smile is backed by pure pride and an endless truth that life is good.

She believes in the best outcome of everything.
She believes that everyone has good in them.
And she knows that everything will be its best in the end.

When the world is falling apart and the sky is falling down, she looks up and smiles at the missing pieces because now it's their time to shine.

She knows that the world isn't perfect and she knows that people aren't either,
But whatever the way, she believes in the hope that stitches all things together
And she knows that her light will never truly fade.

She is like a star in the nighttime sky.
Even if she is surrounded by darkness she still shines bright,
And even when she is gone, her light will always remain.

This is the story of a girl who is the strongest one of us all.
She is the power that never renders, that never fails, that never doesn't get back up.
This is about a girl who is happy in all sorts of times
And who has the utmost faith in the world.
This is a girl who will always love because she is loved.
She is happy
And she knows the world to be.

Morgan

Everyone lost him and I was told to speak

They gave me that honor because I once knew him

I knew him when he was young and full of thoughts

I knew him when he was dull and tired

I knew him when he told me his plan

He sat there in that blue chair next to mine

It was science class in eleventh grade

His eyes rung with cornflower blue

His hair was mucked like trodden hay on the road side

His name was Morgan and he was my friend

It was a Friday, the day he told me

It was so long ago now that I remember...

He looked at me with his lips pursed and stern

He told me how he was planning to die

This is when the light tilted and I saw deeper into him

We met in a different science two years before

He sat down next to me and slept through class

He never took notes but he always aced the tests

I was jealous of him and his talents

I was jealous of a boy who knew everything

His mouth parted quickly and precisely that day in eleventh grade

I listened intently to every word he spewed

There weren't that many so I had to make every one count

I knew he wanted me to listen, if not me than any one

Someone deserved to listen

I will die when I am forty-three when I have accomplished nothing

With a dimming smile I asked him how he knew

I asked him in what kind of accident would he die

Never switching glances and never drifting in thought, his lips part again and the truth falls out

I will kill myself

He told me with a sort of light in his eyes,

So in the air of the moment, I kept my own kind of light

A dull smile left his lips once he heard the words aloud

I tried to keep up my own smile, as if I could bring his back

His smile returned, possibly since he realized how awkward the moment could be

I always thought highly of him

I was always jealous of him

I always saw a darkness hidden in him

But he always looked into the light so well

He would always blend in better that way

But if you accomplish great things? I asked him, turning in that school blue chair of mine

His head fell crooked and he pried in my eyes for me to see the truth

This is how he truly felt about it all, he really didn't believe he would amount to anything

It was hard for me in that moment, to grasp this, but seeing as this is what he wanted, I gave in

A chuckle bubbled up in my throat and then I didn't not agree with him, I let him have his way

Looking back to all those years ago, these memories of Morgan will never be tarnished

He was a good boy and an even greater man and I am still jealous of him to this day

I am jealous because of his determination

He may not have strove for the same things you and I reach for, but he did what he felt he was to do

Morgan knew his place in the world and he knew just how to leave it

Once Loved

I am not your dolly!

You can not play with me!

I had a heart before you broke it!

I was happy before you stripped it away!

I was alive at one time in the past,

A time before I met you.

You left me here,

In the darkness of the pit you dug out.

You left me here,

In this place you tricked me into lolling to.

You left me here,

In this shell of a person who was once full of light.

You put me here.

You left me like this.

I was once beautiful and bright like the sun,

Now I'm dull and dreary like a puddle in the mud.

I was able to sing once,

But that was before I cried my voice away.

I could fly before,

But then you clipped my wings and cut them away.

I am nothing now,

And I used to be everything.

I was happy.

I was free.

I was everything anyone ever wanted to be.

But that was before I met you.

That was before you stole my heart.

No Love

There is nothing on the inside!

I am interrupted by hatred of all those surrounding me!

No one can hear me screaming!

No one even cares!

They all doubt me.

They all butcher my existence.

They don't love me.

I don't even love myself.

Drama Queens

Their lives run a muck and they pull me in without warning.

They drown me in their sorrows.

They rack at what I have to give.

They tare away my kindness.

They live on the attention that I am forced to give.

They suck me dry like leeches.

I can't break free.

I can't get away.

I am stuck here in this cage they threw me in.

I was only trying to help.

I only wanted to make them feel better.

I didn't know that I was their next source.

I didn't know that they were going to strip me down and skin away my happiness.

I thought I could make them happy.

I thought I could brighten up their lives.

No.

They live on the stuff.

The live on the pain,

The attention,

The misery,

The dread.

They live on what I am able to give them.

They survive solely on my ear and input.

I am losing so much and I cannot escape.

I cannot break free.

I cannot run away.

I am drowning in their self-pity.

Help me.

Help.

Life

is just that

Inspirational Writing Quotes

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. ~ Ben Franklin

On plenty of days the writer can write three or four pages, and on plenty of other days he concludes he must throw them away. ~ Annie Dillard

***Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer. ~ Barbara Kingsolver

To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing. ~ Elbert Hubbard

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master. ~ Ernest Hemingway

If writers stopped writing about what happened to them, then there would be a lot of empty pages. ~ Elaine Liner

*The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~ Anaïs Nin

***If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. ~ Toni Morrison

*Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth

**Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~ Anton Chekhov

***The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. ~ Mark Twain

Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very;" your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. ~ Mark Twain

*To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make. ~ Truman Capote

*I'd rather be caught holding up a bank than stealing so much as a two-word phrase from another writer. ~ Jack Smith

**The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation. ~ Elias Canetti

*Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book your composition of yourself is at stake. ~ E.L. Doctorow

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

***Write your first draft with your heart. Re-write with your head. ~ From the movie Finding Forrester

Writing is both mask and unveiling. ~ E.B. White

I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again. ~ Oscar Wilde

***Easy reading is damn hard writing. ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne

A critic can only review the book he has read, not the one which the writer wrote. ~ Mignon McLaughlin

A great writer reveals the truth even when he or she does not wish to. ~ Tom Bissell

*If you want to get rich from writing, write the sort of thing that's read by persons who move their lips when they're reading to themselves. ~Don Marquis

*A man will turn over half a library to make one book. ~ Samuel Johnson

*No author dislikes to be edited as much as he dislikes not to be published. ~ Russell Lynes

***A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. ~ Thomas Mann

**An author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.~ Colette

* means I like the quote
** means that I can really relate to that quote
*** means that I really like AND can relate to that quote

My Quotes

‎-Songs are poetry with a beat.
-Everything's an illusion, and if it isn't, It's a mirage.
-They say a picture's worth a thousand words, but an amazing picture can't be explained.
-Sometimes i cant quite write my poetry to sound just right, so that whom ever reading can understand what my heart is whispering to my soul...
-Everything's an illusion, and if it isn't, It's a mirage.
-Writing from the heart is easy. It's what happens in between that's hard.
-Until you people realize what I'm capable of, you should enjoy the planet while it lasts...And yes, I knew the Mayans, and they knew that my lucky number is Twelve.
-I love dreams where I can fly. It makes my heart soar above creation when I think about it.
~ Anne M. Kelley

Summer

So less done.

Evil

Evil makes the world go 'round. Because it's always being chased by Good. It turns the world, and without one another, the world would stand still, either board and flat, or horrid and rough. We all know both sides of it, Good and Evil. Without them the world itself, would be, nothing.

First Bird of Morn

I hear the bird chirping and it makes my heart sing, it opens my eyes, and awakes my heart from its slumber, it is a truly marvelous thing.

That one song.

One consent song for eight hours hurts my brain... :(

Flying

I love dreams where I can fly. It makes my heart soar above creation when I think about it.
               - Anne M. Kelley

Upside Down

As the clouds smooth out over the line of the orange sky as they meet like the horizon. I watched from my dreary bedroom window as I imagine as though the clouds were the sea and where it met the orange sky was the impeccable line of which the horizon was. And the two were just simply turned upside down, and then I thought to myself, a world in which the two worlds of different day dreams meet. Oh the wonders that flashed through my mind, and all so much that happens.

2012

Until you people realize what I'm capable of, you should enjoy the planet while it lasts...And yes, I knew the Mayans, and they knew that my lucky number is Twelve.
               -Anne M. Kelley

Writing

Writing from the heart is easy. It's what goes in between that's hard.
          ~Anne M. Kelley

Movies and Dreams

Movies help you escape the world

Help you put away all your troubles

You don’t think, or worry, or wonder

You just know, that you like what you’re seeing,

And feeling inside

Movies and dreams are almost exactly alike

Some are scary, and some are happy

\sometimes you don’t get to chose what your seeing

You may like it, you may not.

But at the end of the day,

You wish that you were back at that special moment

Even if you think you don’t, you do

Movies and dreams are a wonderful thing

They are filled with wonder, and bliss

And when you think that all is over

You close your eyes and open again

To find yourself in another dimension

You aren’t quite sure of how you got here

But you are sure that all of this is real

And that’s the beauty of movies and dreams

They take you away

And all you want to do is stay.

Invaded

The beautiful lush over growing  woods

How the nice flowing clear creek trickles down the rocks 

The wind rushing through the trees leaves

Birds fly high above the trees seeing everything

Over grown and beautiful

Then the creek gets foggy

The majestic birds land on the wooded floor

The wind stops blowing through the trees

Trash everywhere

The woods have been invaded by careless kids

I know that is isn't very good at all, but it's something that truly happened to me, when I was younger of course. I just stumbled apon it, and much of other things I wrote, and I thought that it disserved to be seen. Of course, it won't be though, probably only by one person, Janet, but it may get one or if I'm lucky enough, two people who even stumble upon my little site. Well, Anne out.

When I grow up.

I always ask people, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" They say something, and I support their idea, because that's what I think. I always ask this question so that they can ask me back, and when they don't, I just go all out and say it. "When I grow up, i want to be an author." When I was littler, i said that I wanted to be a Veterinarian, but now, I don't want to do that anymore. Don't get me wrong, I love animals, and I would love to be their doctor, but I know what you have to do to get there. I guess you can say I'm lazy, which isn't very nice, but true on somethings, sometimes. Plus, I hate math, I hate it so much, and I say that it's stupid and pointless for teachers and those people to teach me all this really random, confusing, pointless stuff, because one, I won't remember it, and two, because I will NEVER use it in my life. So now, it's actually been a couple years now, like maybe four or five years that I have wanted to be an author. I love writing, and I love everything about it. There's nothing you can do or say that would make me change my mind. It sucks, for you. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life, and that's what I'm going to do. So next time someone asks me, or I have to put it out there myself, I'm going to say,

"That's so cool, I can totally see you doing something like that! That's really is cool. When i grow up, I want to be and author, and a really good and famous one, and I want my book(s) to be made into movies and I'll be on talk shows and everything. I'll have lots of money and live in a really nice house, and I'd help all my friends who need it." I think about this all the time, especially when I'm in writing. I think about how shy I'll be on those talk shows, and I'll tell them that this is what I knew was going to happen. I know that this sounds like a little child's foolish day dreaming, but you can say or think what ever you want, but nothing will change my mind. I know that this is going to happen because I can see it, and I believe it with all my heart and soul. I love what I do, and I always will.

The Beach

The beach is so beautiful, the waves, the water, and wind, then sand. And at dusk, the sun is beautiful, such a blazing color. Then the night comes and you see the flash from the lighthouse and you watch the moon rise over the ocean's horizon. Sometimes it's orange and red, shinning it's light over the waters still surface, the small crashing waves, and the dune weeds wafting in the wind. The star are so brilliant though, I can stare at them all night, for eternity. It makes everything worth it, and all your troubles float away in the ocean breeze.