LadyAnemica's blog: "These are the words spoken, whispered, bent and broken."

Anemica Beautiful one, One with the rising sun. She is alive She is dead. Anemica, she'll shine for you. Beautiful child, One free in the wild. She's all we need All we plead. Anemica, she'll shine for you. Her smiles hold true, Her tears hold through The hardest parts. Anemica, she is here She'll shine for you. ©2006, Leticia Young

Aside from my profile. I'm a poet and a writer. And someday should love to be published. So I shall give off some of my poems here, but beware, they are copyrighted. Lady Parchment skins of the dead Writing poems for those Who care not yet are addicted To her views and strifes. Scratching the outer skin, And bleeding the ink. Spiders weaving tales Through a silken silver thread. Using her nails as a pen, She lets the words Completely fall and sink. Haggard and dusty, Sitting in a room lit by candle She scribbles anew. Growing old and yet Remaining ageless in a time Where life lives and death dies. Lady of the haunted words With the bloody ink lies. ©2006, Leticia Young