girl november was so good omg??? i absolutely adore the section after "like a teenage pregnancy" w all those similes. And the line abt clean laundry!!! yh i feel that. "like a normal human being, I am a normal human being". Ana ur insane for that. love it, very boygenius of u (i can't explain that but it's tru just trust me)

My favourite lines from the poems. ( Don't mind me exposing myself ) 1. ''Stop screaming, but you're dying'' 2. ''Because adults are nothing but flesh'' 3. ''were you starving like me?'' 4. ''But you didn't spell my name quite right'' 5. ''But I am used to beautiful upsets'' 6. This waiting could have killed me''

My old songwriting sounds like poetry yet I've never schemed up a poem 😭😭

~ describing rain... as a form of love- ana it's... beautiful, you're poetries, narratives, & you, yourself, beautiful ~

haha the dramaticness of writers was spot on! It's like one small second of emotion could happen and suddenly I'm writing 25 stanzas on it! Seriously thought- your poetry is amazing!!! I'd listen to an hour long podcast of your sweet voice reading your beautiful words that have so much strength in them! "November" was the best one ngl (especially cuz like I love november itself and girlhood deserves more!)

22 times is genuinely the prettiest thing I've heard.

2 posts in 1 day?! Thank you so much Ana ❤

ahhh so excited for this!🤍

All your poems are beautiful! I especially loved November. Also I will look forward to reading your published short story 😄

Yayy! Second video in one day!! I'm so happyy! Love you so muuuch ana!! ❤

Ana, your poems were so beautiful I keep coming back to thie video, becauwe it inspires and gets me to write my own poetry. This deserves to be in a poetry collection ❤ Your becoming one of my favorite poets 🫶

Ahhhh Ana you're so good at poetry and have meaning behind words!! I love all of these I don't think I could pick one that's my favourite because they all are

2 posts in one day? Tysm Ana 🫶🏾 also i love me some poetry

Wow, love this video! Super original 🤍🤍 Would really want a second part 🤭

a poet is a slave to her mind her thoughts hold her hostage her words a timeless scream no one listens so she writes it down instead heres a poem i wrote. i know its not amazing but poetry is my favorite thing ever and i try :) i literally aspire to be like you

Hi, ana! I recently found your channel and i'm so glad i did because you are so soft spoken and entertaining.

I read almost all of them from ur insts but oof girlie why is your today look so fantasy. Lookin like the protagonist in my fantasy novel❤ also ur smile is so cute.

Your poems are amazing!!!

I love 22 times to that is so good!!!!

You always are, but you're very pretty in this video! Your poetry is beautiful, and it's made even better when read in your voice.

Liked hearing your poems, thanks for sharing.

I just finally getting back into my poetry and songwriting after I threw away my notebook and gave up writing and also around that time I was not being included in my drama classes and bullying and my depression

Love your poetrys 😍

love ur poetry vids ❤❤

I had a go at increasing the repetition in a poem and holding back the alliteration a bit, but kept a simple rhyme scheme, in a poem I wrote today. I never really tried seeing if repetition can ramp up the intensity or emotion before watching your videos. I also experimented writing the last line of stanza 3 as a list poem and finishing it that way, something I've not tried to do before. I think the repetition helps that work how I wanted it to. The narrated video using music to accentuate the highs and lows felt perfect. It's in my "Narrations" playlist and is called "Bubbles." Bubbles Life is like a stream of bubbles that float upon a changing breeze their every dance a constant struggle they soar aloft among the trees We study them, their whorls a whirlpool with figures that dance, and kiss, and fight the dying sun projects a carnival the bubbles are taken by the night But while they were here we were as voyeurs as they danced and they kissed and they fought all the while we were spectators and they danced and they kissed and they fought and were gone and we're gone but we knew them we knew them

This video made me want to share my poems so much

oh my the poems were great

Part of my story. What do you think? I did not expect them to let me see my wife. But when I woke that morning, I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. It provided little help to the stone cold walls of the prison. They were sleet gray, with Fae made torches casting long shadows. Still, iron bars did nothing to block out the freezing mountain cold. I liked to think the mountain breathed with me. Each gust of wind rolling through the corridors of the prison was the land shuddering. My nose was red from the cold, a stark contrast from my milky white skin. I expected to wake freezing, my teeth already chattering. But it was different that morning. My wife, Fala Ererel was leaning against my shoulder, her small and warm body shivering. Her skin was ivory pale, and her cheeks flushed red. Her eyes were pools of sky blue, as were mine. Fala’s hair was a mess of dark brown tangles that fell around her waist. Mine was darker but quite a lot shorter. It fell of my eyes, and it was still messy from the last few days. Fala’s wings were thin and pointed, gray with lines of sparkling silver. Her ears were pointed, and she wore few loops of smelted silver in her earlobes. Fala’s brother, Aylin, made them for her. On her finger, there was one ring. A band of stone, carved by my hands, and taken directly from the mountain. Her wedding ring. Mine was made of wood, and painted with a flower. She made it for me. Fala shivered, snuggling closer to me. I blinked, and yawned. Then I noticed her. I smiled, and ran my fingers through her hair. I kissed her forehead, whispering, “good morning darling.” She stirred quickly, rubbing her eyes and looking confused. It took her a minute to remember where she was. She yawned, leaning against my chest. “Not now.” She muttered, “I’m exhausted.” I laughed, before whispering, “why are you here? How did they let you in?” She laughed, but didn’t say anything for a moment. Her answer was a grumble and she closed her eyes after she said it. I finally annoyed an answer out of her. “The story would bore you.” She said, stretching. “Nothing bores me if you say it.” I reach out to kiss her and she pulls away, smiling in an almost ‘I’m to tired for this’ and an ‘I love you’ sort of way. “I knew there was a reason I married you Ares. You’re clever with your words.” “I thought it was because of my looks?” “That too.” “I’m not the only one whose clever with my words. You skipped around my original question? How did they let you in? More importantly, does your brother know? Do my parents know?” She suddenly fell silent, whispering the next sentence. “Aylin knows. But your mother would weep, and your father would yell.” I play with a lock of her hair. “That’s comical sweetheart. My father wouldn’t yell at you. He-” she didn’t let me finish. “I heard him yell at you. Your mother cried when she heard it, and we could all hear her wails last night. She’s scared for you. She misses you.” “Baby,” I began again, “my father will only yell at me because I’m an Oathbreaker. He doesn’t want you here, Fala. He‘ll hurt me if he knows I let you in.” She scooted closer to me, touching my cheek. “But admit it, you’re glad I’m here.” I laughed, “I can’t say you’re wrong.” I kissed her, and Fala’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Baby!” She grabbed my wrist, her fingers tracing other my palm. In the end, she giggled and kissed me back. Her breath smelled like honey and her words sounded silk. The moment was perfect, and as I closed my eyes, I dearly wished we were at home. She leaned forward, wrapping one arm around my neck and dropping my wrist. She kissed me again, and then pulled back slightly, before speaking. “Are you really leaving me?” She asked in a whisper. Her voice was quieter now, and she met my eyes as she said it. “Yes.” I murmured in answer. I can’t bear to look at her again so I stare at the ground. “Why?” Her voice was quieter now. “I love you Ares.” I push a lock of hair behind her ear. “I know darling. And I love you as well. But I had to do it.” Fala is mad now. Her cheeks flush red, and she blinks away angry tears. “I don’t want you to be an Oathbreaker, I want you to be my husband. You’re eighteen. You didn’t need this. You should be at home, running through forests with me, and falling asleep under the stars.” Great. Now I want to cry as well. I take Fala’s hands, they seem small and delicate in my calloused, scarred, palms. “I thought you wanted this. I did this for you. I would die for you. You must know that, correct?” “Of course I know that. But we’ll never see each other again. I don’t want you in Exile.” Tears run down her cheeks. She tries to brush them away quickly, but I still see. Fala, my little crow, doesn’t have her spark. Instead, she seems defeated. She stares at my hands, focusing on the scars on my knuckles. “Stay. Please stay.” “I want to, but I can’t.” She starts sobbing. I hug her, her cries muffled as she leans against my shirt. “Please Ares. Please.” “I’m sorry. But it’s already been done.” Her answers are stutters. Stutters of something she wants to say but can’t. She instead falls quiet, and let’s me play with her hair. I whisper a lullaby to her, our lullaby. (Hey, I hate writing lullaby’s but I want to write this so, future me, enjoy the hell I left you. Have fun :) I croon the words, letting the notes waver slowly around the silent room. My voice is rusty and my words fade as I sing the last verse. Fala has fallen asleep when I’m done. I comb my fingers through her tangles, braiding it slowly. I don’t want this moment to end, because when it does, my world will have crumbled.

awesome!

6th!! Love you Ana! Thank you so much!

Heeyyyy, I posted my story lines but sadly you were unable to see it can you do one more.... ❤❤

Hey, Ana can you please help me with my book? I am writing a fantasy book where a girl is tired of her life and she just decides to walk in the forest one day, where she meets a saint, and she asks him for a solution to her life... the saint says nothing, but after she requests and begs, the saint offers her a sip of cold water in a river that is just a mile away, and he warns her that this will make her immortal, and when she reaches to the river, she sees a quite sparrow, that somehow magically speaks to her, and says that she's been living here for thousands of years because she drank that water... everyone dear to her has left her, but Matilda still drinks the water and then she is immortal, then she faces problems, she misses her dear ones and much more, should I write it in first person POV or third person POV? Is it a good plot? How should I explain my story? pls tell I need ur help!

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