Anna

Hey guys! I'm Anna, age nineteen. I love art, writing, photography and music so that's just about all you'll find on here. Nobody knows my passions in these areas, so I am compelled to make a secret blog for them. Get to know me on my more page.

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The Broken Heart by John Donne

a lovely poem :

"He is stark mad, whoever says,

That he hath been in love an hour,

Yet not that love so soon decays,

But that it can ten in less space devour;

Who will believe me, if I swear

That I have had the plague a year?

Who would not laugh at me, if I should say

I saw a flash of powder burn a day?

Ah, what a trifle is a heart,

If once into love's hands it come!

All other griefs allow a part

To other griefs, and ask themselves but some;

They come to us, but us love draws;

By him, as by chain'd shot, whole ranks do die;

He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.

If 'twere not so, what did become

Of my heart when I first saw thee?

I brought a heart into the room,

But from the room I carried none with me.

If it had gone to thee, I know

Mine would have taught thine heart to show

More pity unto me; but Love, alas!

At one first blow did shiver it as glass.

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,

Nor any place be empty quite;

Therefore I think my breast hath all

Those pieces still, though they be not unite;

And now, as broken glasses show

A hundred lesser faces, so

My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,

But after one such love, can love no more."

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Longfellow Imitation

The hardest part for me, is not the writing.

Instead, a subject to find is more annoying.

The structure and format I must obey,

But to my topic, what would Longfellow say?

Again, the hardest part for me, is not the writing.

  A pen in hand, and paper in front,

I scribble and scratch and I cry and grunt.

My mind has never dealt with such an issue,

Though, with animosity, I uselessly continue.

With a pen in hand, and blank paper in front.

  I begin a second round of writing,

But the theme in my mind, is hiding.

Making futile drafts lacking a subject,

Finally an idea!  The hardship of themes will be my topic.

And so, I begin a third round of writing. 

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how do i get over someone who i never dated

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Beautiful

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