#anna long

[simlish-savvy]

on a bit of a less dramatic note, can we please appreciate how freaking cute Anna is? and how awesome her genes are? she has grandma Dina’s eyebrows and eye shape, her grandad Benjamin’s eye color and nose, her grandpa Don’s lips, and her granny Brandi’s chin!!

[shebehaveslikeshesonfire]

I have mastered the art of dragging it out. My feet Tuned to find shorter steps And longer ways home I lingered in your embrace Long enough I felt warm when I walked home Felt like there were bubbles in my chest And every step away from you popped some I think the butterflies in my stomach are dying Replaced by something hungry So when I walked what looked like the Walk of shame Even though there were two beds involved And sometimes it awesome Just to see someone sleeping Just to see their protective eyelids Eyelids would protect us from everything if we would let them But that night you were beautiful. So when I took the shameless walk of shame I felt a monster in my gut Ripping me to shreds Punishing me For having to walk away from you Roaring Telling my tear ducts to try and drown me You see I have mastered the art of dragging it out And now I'm regretting it Because I never got to kiss you enough Or hold you in my arms enough Or feel your breathing beneath my cheek Like that night I told you that you make the best pillow I am convinced That is what heaven feels like My head on your chest. You see. I have mastered the art of dragging things out Like the walk home When every step brought me to a home that was wrong Because you weren't in it I can still feel you on my lips We joked that our lips would never stop hurting. And I don't want them to. Not if that pain is how I feel you You see You would master the art of dragging things out If you had every reason to leave And you saw this girl And your anchors wanted to drop because you found paradise I would jump ship To swim into her arms That is the best bay I have ever docked myself in There is a certain beauty In seeing someone fall asleep While you're stroking their cheek I think time Should master the art Of dragging things out.

10:35PM by Anna Long in Midnight Ramblings of a Mad Woman

[shebehaveslikeshesonfire]

You learn so much about life From someone you love Who knows to much about dying. Who knows today could be their last You learn so much about breathing. And I think he is the reason I took my first breath In the hospital when I was born I think he was the reason I breathed I think Maybe I was the reason his heart decided to work. And so many months ago When I didn't want to exist He filled me with this overwhelming desire to live I want to live And wake up by his side Every morning for the rest of our lives Knowing we are the reason the sun rises at all.

By Anna Long. Midnight Ramblings of a Mad Woman

[taketheonlywordsihave]

Do you ever Think about them The girls you have loved Does it ever kill you Does it ever Just Kill you Knowing they live Knowing they are going in Knowing they can live Without you Though you no longer love them doe it Kill you?

Untitled by Anna Long. Midnight Ramblings of a Mad Woman

[taketheonlywordsihave]

My parents were like fifth graders trying to write a poem Good intent. Shitty results. When I was a kid I tripped a lot. Not trippin' on my self-esteem I was tripping on the sidewalk I'm a clumsy mess The kids would laugh and say "Did you feel that earthquake?" I would try not to cry My courage to crushed to amplify If I could go back knowing what I know now I would say "you know what? You're right" Because I AM an earth quake. I am a force of nature and I will shake your core. I will test your very foundations I will tear your world apart. I am a force of nature I am wind whipping around your head Bringing you the smell of the spring I am the rain making your flowers bloom I am not something you can have I am something you have to try and handle You will not hold me down You will not reign me in You will find beauty in my tangled mane You will find beauty in my rugged hooves Love, watch me run Don't laugh when I fall Because my grass stained knees Are all I have to offer.

What The Poets Made Me by Anna Long. Midnight Ramblings of A Mad Woman.

[taketheonlywordsihave]

I am bad at writing good poetry And good at writing bad poetry But you don't seem to mind That's the thing about minds You send mine racing As well as my heart What a crazy thing, the heart We convince ourselves that's how we love We are in love with chemicals That tell us we love others We confuse emotions with chemicals in our brains But I trust my brain I hear she is pretty smart I can't say the same for my heart But they both seem to like you Who am I to disagree They are the things that control my body Keep my going and well If "well" means occasionally going through hell But at least I am going Going, going, gone I am gone So long I will come back I will see you soon Because I think our atoms were close When the Big Bang banged I think they want to be close again And darling, who am I to say no?

Anna Long (me)

[taketheonlywordsihave]

Take my hand love, And we will slip into the waters of time And float from one week To a month To a year To ten Sit with me in the sun Let me rest my head on your chest And run your fingers through my hair And tell me about How the birds and the squirrels Are opposing kingdoms. Tell me about kings of far away lands And queens of the sun Tell me why you love me Count the ways Tell me about the things we will do Throughout all of our days Call me love Call me yours Don't say anything at all Let your eyes do the talking Kiss me like I am air and you are drowning Hug me like its the first time we meet Love, just take my hand.

One Week, Two Days by Anna Long, midnight ramblings of a mad woman

[taketheonlywordsihave]

I believe that hearts are made of glass When you were saying "I love you." You also meant "I trust you." Because you handed me a hammer And you waited for the impact You waited for the noise Of glass shattering And I noticed you jumped at the sound Of the metal-on-metal clang When I threw the hammer away You watched as i opened my chest And handed you my heart You held it delicatley in one had It was bruised and badly tapped together You threw away the hammer too You picked up a bottle of super glue That was the night we sat down And we untapped my heart We took apart the pieces You asked me about each fracture And you glued my back together Where we didnt have the pieces You glued in a little piece of you. You told me about your pieces too About the scars of your still healing heart You were still holding mine When it started to glow It grew warm Then hot Too hot to touch You panicked when it caught fire You calmed down eventually, love And you ignited yours too And now we are staying warm On the nights we would have frozen Then I got called to war I wrapped your heart in a cloth So it wouldt break in my bag Or if it got bumped by my gun On cold nights I still bring it out It burns as bright as the sun these days I can almost see my heart burning too I can almost see you. Or maybe that's the sunset Sometimes I almost hear you whispering my name And I stand and yell back I trust the wind will carry it to you When I travel I keep your heart close to my chest And I march on slowly back to you.

Fragile, Broken Things by Anna Long, Midnight Ramblings of a Mad Woman