Annebelle Ashire : Writing

Translucent Webs

Translucent Webs

A Story by Annebelle Ashire


Her hands - Their hands [[[ starts off as an understandable Poem ]]]
Time

Time

A Poem by Annebelle Ashire


She sits in her rocking chair, and the wind sweeps through her silver hair.
Black & White Ribbons

Black & White Ribbons

A Poem by Annebelle Ashire


Ten month Anniversary 04/28/08
Silently Tortured

Silently Tortured

A Poem by Annebelle Ashire


you search for your being, but your shadow is nowhere to be found
* Sniffle-Cough-"B***h" *

* Sniffle-Cough-\"B***h\" *

A Poem by Annebelle Ashire


Some "friends" can blind your thoughts.