ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I'm 19 and I currently a student at a local college. I'm pursuing a degree in biology. Despite my affinity for the sciences, I've had a passion for writer. I've been told I'm extremely talented, I still have yet to find the beauty that other people do in my writing... Give something a read and tell me what you think. [July 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (36) Angel (Poetry) A poem about a breakup and heartache caused because a guy felt he was not good enough for his girlfriend. [327 words] [Relationships] Build Them Up (Poetry) My thoughts on the reflections of a condemned man listening to someone build his gallows. [131 words] Church (Poetry) A poem about the differences of the people you see in church each day. [241 words] Death Of A Grandmother (Poetry) I recently lost my grandmother and wrote a poem in her honor... [359 words] Distance In Our Hearts (Poetry) How it feels when you are seperated from someone you really care about. [75 words] [Romance] English Class (Poetry) My english teacher told us to look out of the window today. This is what I saw, outside the window and inside the room. [74 words] Find Your Voice (Poetry) A poem about venting the frustrations about not being able to find your voice. [70 words] Firefly (Poetry) Its a poem about a guy in his childhood and wanders out to a place he's visited once before. [147 words] Forgiveness (Poetry) Someone who has committed the ultimate act of hatred against another human being asks for forgiveness. [137 words] [Spiritual] Fretful Night (Poetry) Just a lonely night's thoughts. [249 words] Infatuation (Poetry) This is a poem about how much you can love someone and how it can makes you feel. [162 words] Janeska's Story (Short Stories) A story of the Holocaust told through a victim's eyes. [5,942 words] [Drama] King Arthur (Poetry) There is a story often told by the natives in Dover, England. This is a retelling of that story. In which, a man stumbles upon King Arthur as he waits to purge England of Mordred. [1,512 words] [Adventure] Kite (Poetry) Does anyone know who truly calls us when they say our name? This is a perfect example. [96 words] Love Questions (Poetry) Just a poem question some of the aspect of love. [23 words] [Romance] Mother (Poetry) A poem about how a mother looks at her child before it is born. [175 words] Of Dreams And Memories (Poetry) A dialogue between two people who have very different thoughts about their love. Note that the parentheses are a different speaker. If anyone has any idea on how to make that a little easier to read p... [289 words] Passerby (Poetry) A poem about passing by a girl I went to high school with and the feelings of how she didn't know me at all. [133 words] Psalm (Poetry) Just a poem written about someone who is being hurt by God. [87 words] [Spiritual] Rain (2) (Poetry) Just a poem about what it feels like to stand in a rainstorm. [168 words] Reflection (2) (Poetry) Thoughts on what it feels for some people to look in a mirror... [278 words] Romeo And Juliet (Poetry) Love is unexplainable especially when it happens between two people who truly deserve it. [155 words] Shooting Star (Poetry) A poem about a traveler who ponders their life while looking at the stars. [119 words] Simple Simon (Poetry) Looking back and realizing how much we took our childhood for granted. [48 words] [Motivational] Simple Thoughts (Poetry) What happens when two people don't share the same view of life? [149 words] Simple Thoughts In Extraordinary Lives (Poetry) What happens when the dreams of one partner is not shared by the other? [149 words] Tell Me (Poetry) The poem of a girl who is speaking to her friend. She asks her friend how she can tell the man she is with that she doesn't love him. [122 words] [Romance] The Encounter (Poetry) It's a 3 work movement based on a guy who meets a girl at a party and falls in love with her. But he stupidly makes love to another girl from the same party and is hurt when he can't have the love of ... [1,629 words] [Relationships] The Flower (Poetry) The death of a flower equated with the death of a love. [96 words] [Romance] The Letter Of Elijiah (Short Stories) This is a story about a girl who finds a lost book of the Bible and attempts to find Jesus. [3,101 words] [Adventure] The Princess And The Peasant (Poetry) A poem from the eyes of a peasant about how he has fallen in love with a princess. [76 words] To Normandy (Poetry) This is a poem to immortalize the D-Day seize at Normandy. [1,173 words] [Action] Twenty-Eight (Poetry) I wrote this poem for my parents' 28th wedding anniversary which was a few weeks ago. I admire their marriage and I tried to capture some of it in here. It made both my parents cry... definitely not o... [114 words] [Relationships] Waiting (2) (Poetry) Just a poem about waiting for someone. [113 words] Why (2) (Poetry) Some thoughts I always have when the snow falls. [152 words] Willow Tree (Poetry) Why does the Willow Tree weep? My interpretation... [182 words]
Snow Falling Ashley Burdett
Lost in her world of make-believe,
She sits with her face pressed against the glass
Of an attic window that has
Been smeared with dirt from the ages it has seen.
A tattered curtain blows in the draft
From a crack that is near the ceiling.
A shiver travels through her tiny body
And with it, she is thrown back into her world
Of utter perfection
Where lovers are united,
Families stand together,
And fathers hold their little girls
Instead of being torn apart by war.
Her thoughts fly to her father,
Sent across a great, vast sea
To a foreign land
That she did not know.
Countless times her mother tried
To look the tiny angel in her face
And tell her of the travesties her father would face
To tell her that there may come a chance
That they would never be reunited again.
Instead, her mother would look into the face of her angel
And indulge the child’s flights of fancy
With stories she created on a whim
About her father’s grandest adventures
In the foreign land,
When nay word had been received from him
For months and months passed.
Now the tiny child sat,
Stowed away up in her attic,
Face pressed against the glass
In hopes that she may catch a glimpse of her father
Across the vast, vast sea in his foreign land.
She expulsed a breath
And with it came a tiny cloud
That lived its life within her gaze.
A chill danced its way down her spine
As she remembered a time
When her father had found her playing in the snow
She had made haste
To play in the freshly falling snow
And she had forgotten her mittens.
He had found her romping and playing games
With her friends who would never exist
And her tiny fingers turning nearly to ice.
Scooping her up,
He had clutched her to his breast
And drawing each finger to his lips
He had kissed them
Until warmth flowed through her veins once again.
Another chill came
And violently took her away from her memories.
Her eyes flew open
And she saw that warmth
Flowed through her tiny fingers once again
Except this time her father had not saved them
But her own kiss had been the culprit.
A tear formed and made its way
Cautiously down her cheek.
She pressed her fingers to the glass
In futile attempts to draw her father
From his foreign land.
Yet, alas, through the window
The world was devoid of life,
Save for the trees that swayed delicately in the wind.
As the angel began to cry,
The heavens opened as well
Summoning forth a fury of powder
In the same white as the tiny angel’s bedding clothes.
The world’s colors blended together
In the angel’s eyes
As she searched for comfort, meaning, her father.
Her thoughts swirled about her
Much like the world outside the window did.
Outside her window,
She noticed a figure fighting his way through the storm
Her breath fell short
And for an eternity she fell as still
As the world outside her window.
She shot down the stairs
Like the bullet from an enemy’s loaded gun
And flew through threshold of an open door.
She paused for an instant,
Searching with her dark eyes
For the words to sing
What she could not begin to fathom.
She ran and buried her face into his coat
Feeling the warmth she had longed
To experience since the moment
He had boarded the ship that took him to war.
Slowly, her warmth,
Along with he,
Melted away,
Leaving her
Buried deep within the snow
With no friends who failed to exist
And no one to kiss the warmth back
Into her fingers
When she should come to be found.
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