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.
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