Anne Blackwood

United States

Theatre kid
Singer (soprano)
Twin (fraternal)
Highly Sensitive Person
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

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, a good sense of self... He's got it all.

My profile picture is my "personal crest" I designed and commissioned.

"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.

Poetry Is

April 8, 2020

Poetry isn't just rhyme schemes or iambic pentameter
The gears and levers aren't what matter
It's the things inside, not ones and zeroes; something deeper
A poet isn't a scientist, they're more like a reaper
Harvesting mischief and a bit of truth
Whispers and fireworks and a moment of youth
Poetry is the years that make up the word "trust"
And the singing that drifts in every gale and gust
It's every act of bravery and also running to hide
It's the piece of faith we all hold inside
It is the force that drives the waves in the sea
And every knot carved into a thousand-year-old tree
Poetry is a knock on a door in the mist or rain
Poetry is love and fear and joy and loss of things we can't explain

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