Anne Blackwood

United States

Theatre kid
Singer (soprano)
Twin (fraternal)
A bit empathic
Living oxymoron
Kindness Krusader: Blueberry cotton candy
XXFJ, Melancholic-Sanguine, ambivert

Joined 1/16/20

Message from Writer

For everyone who's sat on a tree branch and thought for a while
Or someone who wanted to

Reading | Cub Creek (A Cub Creek Series Book 1)

Mom to FantasyOtter12, lochnessie, mindfruit, Rohan's Defender, & all
Sis to happy butterfly
birthdaycandles & happygiggles are my apple juice Jesus sisters

Dating Kristoff? He's got a reindeer, good sense of self... He's got it all.

My profile picture is my "personal crest" I designed and commissioned. (credit: happy butterfly)

"I was born singing. Most babies cry. I sang an aria."
~ Fairest (book) by Gail Carson Levine

Anxiety must-reads:
And pray. That's the only reason I'm free now.

Dropping Roses #126

March 12, 2020


I'm following the trail of petals falling from your lips
Each time I try to hold one it withers away

I keep painting your happiness into my eyes
But I'm never the flower in your hand

You belong to another garden
Despite your bouquets being met with an upturned nose

My heart bloomed and grew
Vines of emotion wrapping around my mind

I'll try to be content with staying behind
Sink my roots into different soil

It's the way I know I should be
A dust-covered floret lost in time
Prompt 3


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  • mia_:)

    Wow! This was such an interesting take on the prompt! I love how you use flowers to symbolize super complex stuff! *faints*

    6 months ago
  • fatpanda

    I think this captures the feeling of detachment very well. I like the way you've described the feeling of trying to capture something only to have it wither away. My favourite lines from this poem: "I keep painting your happiness into my eyes / But I'm never the flower in your hand"

    9 months ago