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alanna_91
Member since October 16, 2009
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The One
The pain I feel,
I can't explain,
The tears I shed,
Are just the same.
I go to bed,
And think of you,
The time we spent,
Talking it through.
I long for you,
I can't go on,
The photograph's,
Now you are gone.
My heart is torn,
It'll never mend.
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I need you here,
To dry my tears.
I want you here, by my side,
To kiss me goodnight,
And talk to me.
So after I write this poem tonight,
I'll cry myself to sleep tonight.
alanna_91’s timeline
- October 2024
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15 years of membership
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15 TueAnniversary
10 years of membership
- October 2014
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15 WedAnniversary
5 years of membership
- October 2010
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One year of membership
- July 2010
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02 Fri
- December 2009
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12 SatReceived a critique
on My sister. from @Millage
"I have just come across this one and I think it is wonderful. Heartbreaking. Much love Millage x" - November 2009
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05 ThuReceived a critique
on My sister. from @lyz
"Your heart I feel is as caring and as beautiful as this tribute to your sister. Well done, love Lyz. Xx" -
05 Thu
- October 2009
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26 MonReceived a critique
on My sister. from @Candlewitch
"I like the poem, but I feel it could have been better structured. Something like this: I pretend it (didn't) happen, I even hide the tears, I try and fight my feelings, But I cant control my fears. (Every time) I close…" -
23 FriCritiqued
"That's not what I am really like" by @Millage
"I really liked this one. I wish i was as good as you love alanna xxx" -
22 Thu
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20 TuePosted a poem
My sister.
"I pretend it didnt happen, I even hide the tears, I try and fight my feelings, But I cant control my fears. Everytime I close my eyes, I pretend you are still here. I think about those memories, Then remember you are not here. Your face is just a picture, Your eyes are full of pain. Your body completely motionless, You had to slip away. I was not there to see you, Or to hold your hand. I will always blame myself for this, Not being by your side." -
19 MonReceived a critique
on Dad from @Pseudonym
"Hey there.. although your piece is very very short, i still felt the emotions.. what i also like is, you didn't drag it out, you said what you wanted to and think is needed.. well done :) take care :)" -
19 MonCritiqued
"Little Sister" by @NaughtyTony
"I feel part off your pain, I lost my sister 2 years ago. My thoughts and prayers are with you, the pain will never fade but all I can say is your sister would be very, very proud of you. You are very brave going through…" -
19 MonFirst critique offered
on "Little Sister" by @NaughtyTony
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19 MonReceived a critique
on That Day from @Kailashana
"Just practice, practice, practice! (By writing, no matter how good folks think you are or are not.) And write from your heart's truth, always. ~Anna There are no strangers in Paradise." -
19 Mon
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19 Mon
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18 SunReceived a critique
on That Day from @Kailashana
"We never know do we? Thanks for the reminder. ~Anna p.s. Please reread for punctuation and sentence structure. There are no strangers in Paradise." -
18 SunFirst publication
That Day
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18 SunPosted a poem
That Day
"The sky was blue and the sun was shining... such a perfect morning! After an argument with my second oldest sister, I finally got off to work. I was already late and by the time i got there my boss was ready to kill me, as I was four hours late. I was literally at work 10 minutes when the receptionist ran through, 'Sarah, the phone for you.' I knew straight away it was my mum, phoning me, asking me to come home and sort things out. I was only partially right. 'Sarah, you need to come home.' For a change her voice was calm, worringly calm. She phoned to tell me to get a taxi home. I knew straight away there was something very wrong. It was out of her character to be calm, especially as I was the one who had behaved badly. Then again, I thought, it was also in her nature to be calm until I actually got home, then she would bawl and shout at me. I got off the phone, burst into tears and worried, as well as feeling guilty about the arguement with Hannah. By the time I got home, (it was only 5 minutes away in a taxi) my brother Ryan was waiting at the front door with my 6-year-old nephew, Michael. 'Go your room and I'll be up in a minute.' My brother said. It was then I knew it was about the argument. His eyes were red, full of bloodshot, that's what he was like when he was angry. He looked me straight in the eye, 'I don't know what mum told you, but... Jaclynn's dead.'" -
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