I'm Annalee Clark. My pronouns are she/her.
My biggest passion and dream is to be an author, poetry is a huge part of my identity. Ive been writing for as long as I can remember.
some of my work below
Sand Castle
There's nothing like stepping into sand
onto a nice beach hand in hand
looking up at the sky
the blue
without a cloud to block the view
the feeling of warmth on skin
the feeling of you
the calm water ahead
the sound of waves drop dead
the feeling of me next to you
but where have you gone to?
the waters nice
the waves are calm
you're here but so far gone
I run to the water to find you lost at sea
I hold your face and find it's not you but me
I look back to shore and see it empty
Until I'm on the sand you next to me
The sand in my hands
Building it up and up and up
The sand falling through my fingers
You yelling at me
Telling me to build it up again
As you sit there stationary
Once done once there's a flag in every tower
it's suddenly gone
My work my world gone
The tide came
it came and took you away
But you’re standing in front of me
The castle I built for you washed away
Not you
But me
I realize now
I was the one lost at sea
Getting thrown around by your waves
Oh how I could I be so naive
Once you had enough you washed me up ashore
I waited for you to save me but you didn’t care anymore
I thought if I built you a castle it would make you stay
but your tide was too frantic
you washed my labor away
Now all that’s left is a dent in the sand of what once was me
Now people walk along your shore
without a thought in mind
Not knowing that the land they are standing on
Used to be mine.
There's nothing like stepping into sand
onto a nice beach hand in hand
looking up at the sky
the blue
without a cloud to block the view
the feeling of warmth on skin
the feeling of you
the calm water ahead
the sound of waves drop dead
the feeling of me next to you
but where have you gone to?
the waters nice
the waves are calm
you're here but so far gone
I run to the water to find you lost at sea
I hold your face and find it's not you but me
I look back to shore and see it empty
Until I'm on the sand you next to me
The sand in my hands
Building it up and up and up
The sand falling through my fingers
You yelling at me
Telling me to build it up again
As you sit there stationary
Once done once there's a flag in every tower
it's suddenly gone
My work my world gone
The tide came
it came and took you away
But you’re standing in front of me
The castle I built for you washed away
Not you
But me
I realize now
I was the one lost at sea
Getting thrown around by your waves
Oh how I could I be so naive
Once you had enough you washed me up ashore
I waited for you to save me but you didn’t care anymore
I thought if I built you a castle it would make you stay
but your tide was too frantic
you washed my labor away
Now all that’s left is a dent in the sand of what once was me
Now people walk along your shore
without a thought in mind
Not knowing that the land they are standing on
Used to be mine.
Tinkerbell
When I was younger I used to think I could be Tinkerbell
I used to dream of Pixi hollow
I thought life, as I got older, was that of a garden fairy
But I was wrong
There's no petting woodland creatures and collecting blueberries bigger than your head
There's no sunflower to cushion your fall
The feeling of your stomach in your chest
The feeling of flying
But you're not flying you're falling
And once you hit the ground.
Every bone in your body is broken you dig your way out only to fall through the mud of a rainy day.
There is no flying when you don’t have wings.
There's no magic when pixie dust simply doesn't exist
When I was younger I used to think I could be Tinkerbell
I used to dream of Pixi hollow
I thought life, as I got older, was that of a garden fairy
But I was wrong
There's no petting woodland creatures and collecting blueberries bigger than your head
There's no sunflower to cushion your fall
The feeling of your stomach in your chest
The feeling of flying
But you're not flying you're falling
And once you hit the ground.
Every bone in your body is broken you dig your way out only to fall through the mud of a rainy day.
There is no flying when you don’t have wings.
There's no magic when pixie dust simply doesn't exist
