Ly Anna

Joined November 2020

34 stories

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Creating into the void of my own indifference to "fit in."

Come play with me, Revolution loves company!

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Guilted Cage
What did I do it for? I look back at time… I see all the wrong turns. No reason to rhyme. My path was so clear at one point in my life, when I was still new, and the world had yet to decide why it was wrong to be me the way that I am—unchained and unfettered, out of want, not demand.
By Ly Anna2 years ago in Poets
The Gold Of Silence
Silence is golden If the words left unspoken Let us acknowledge the void Everyone tries to fill with NOISE! Choose instead to remain active within the quiet
By Ly Anna2 years ago in Poets
To Silence Oneself
Since I left It’s as though a ghost has retraced my steps. Leaving behind in my wake Emptiness Not to be replaced with reason or meaning.
By Ly Anna2 years ago in Poets
Purgatory's Angels. Content Warning.
A small room in a derelict inn. Pretty typical of its sort: cheap and effective. Unlike me now. Maybe it’s better that way. At least I know God has a sense of humor. A darkly twisted one at that. Who gives life to madmen and life to memories? All we’re gonna do is remember the bad and…
By Ly Anna2 years ago in Horror
Lonely?
Lazy, Leftovers. Lusty. Ludicrous. Lonely… Lonely… Loneliness. Laughter. Love. Listless. Look, look, look. Luminescent?
By Ly Anna3 years ago in Poets
Amaranthine
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own.” How I longed to embrace the woman on the other side of me: Marty Nelson. As it states on my birth certificate, at least, but I am Madeline. That is who I am, heart and soul. I thought the day I lifted my head to the heavens and sang out “she is me” proudly, with my bright red lipstick painted on, would be the happiest of my life. They make it look so magical, so easy on tv. But this personal declaration and embrace of one’s true self is a call to arms. In this country, it has become an act of war on one’s body and person.
By Ly Anna3 years ago in Fiction
Dysmorphic Reflections
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own… and I blamed myself for it.”
By Ly Anna3 years ago in Horror
Lovers Turn To Haters
We see ourselves in the shards Of scattered broken hearts Always turning outward in Can't see the hellscape for the sin We perpetuate the disregard
By Ly Anna3 years ago in Poets
Grounded For Life
Gravity keeps us planted But society is slanted We fuss and we feud Entitled and quite rude *Sigh* little is good grace granted.
By Ly Anna3 years ago in Poets
Flesh & Blood
“I am flesh and blood” The words come softly. Her face pressed against the laminate wood flooring. Sprawled on the floor like the squashed remains of a fly; wings broken, body twisted. It seems to convulse with the remainders of life.
By Ly Anna3 years ago in Poets
Fantasy's Delusion
Things are not real or fiction. Existence stops at the mind, you either believe or you do not. This is where sight begins and ends. So who is to say what you see is what I believe?
By Ly Anna3 years ago in Fiction
Mind, Body, and Writing
I am a self-confessed adrenaline junkie. I love to be physical and literally throw myself into whatever it is I’m doing in the most explosive way. However, it isn’t just for the thrill of it, or the rush, It is for the experience and the mastery of it.
By Ly Anna3 years ago in Motivation