Welcome to the Official Blogspot for Leigh Ann DiDomenico, MA aka ANNHGIEL!!

Welcome to the Official Blogspot for Leigh Ann DiDomenico, MA aka ANNHGIEL!!
"The Angel with the Crooked Halo"


Leigh Ann is multi-talented creative freelance professional. She specializes in performance poetry, hosting, modeling, acting, and mixed media visual art. Leigh Ann is a COMMERCIAL, BEAUTY, and PETITE FASHION MODEL and ACTRESS and is available for PAID PRINT, TV, and FILM shoots. Will gladly TRAVEL (expenses paid) for work! Leigh Ann is also a nationally ranked SLAM POET, placing 3rd in the nation and 2nd in the west coast region, and is available to FEATURE at theatres, slams, open mics, and on the radio. She is also a published AUTHOR and an ARTIST who creates and sells unique one-of-a-kind furniture and home decor. Leigh Ann's artwork, ANNHGIEL DESIGNS, can be purchased at 4th Ave by the Tracks in Kalispell, MT, as well as custom ordered. Finally, Leigh Ann has her MASTERS DEGREE in Psychology and is an experienced COUNSELOR, TUTOR, and YOUTH MENTOR.


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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Poem: 237 Down...

He’s a warm body in a cold bed.
He’s a dream of love
In a life
That’s become blurred
In a whirlwind
Of naked bodies,
Unsteady hearts
And conflict

He distracted me with romance
Until the inevitable disappointment returned me to myself.

The grief I’m afraid to feel leaves an open grave inside my chest
Couldn't fall in love if he tried
There was nowhere for him to fall
But in,
Buried by a confused undertaker,
237 down…

Loneliness has become my closest lover.
Silly Cinderella Story nightmares haunt my daydreams,
Disillusionment knocks on every cracked window in the castle
But I’ve outlawed funeral rites for princes
Scar tissue is so much stronger than smooth skin.

I miss love like home.
3000 miles away from the last time
Someone touched me
Like they gave a shit
Another disappointing affair
Packed up with the garbage

Keeps wrapping itself inside smiling liars
If I’d never known love,
I wouldn’t know
What I was missing
Desperate grasping for the past
In the present
Chains the future

I’ve fallen in love at first sight too many times to count.

I swallow infatuation like a drug,
Addicted to my imagination
Too stubborn to be swayed by the impossible
The Earth shakes from beneath me
My last breath taunts my lungs
Grasping the edge of my death,
I gasp back to life again

My bed doesn’t have guardrails

But rainbows are created in quartz crystals when they crack from stress.
I would have fought for him like gathering my pennies
To pay for fountain flicked wishes,
One by one,
Dreaming for him with each bit of copper
Sunken under ripples
Of childish faith.

Never got past the bent corner on Page 5,
A few words from the abstract stumbled from my tongue
But he never put his feet up
Spent a lazy Sunday
Never dug in

He was a grain of sand that invaded my shell
Scratched my tenderness
Until I formed a pearl,

So how could I ever complain?

With heavy hands I grab my shovel
And begin filling the grave left open too long,
Slowly making solid ground
For new love
To stand on.

Copyright Leigh Ann "Annhgiel" DiDomenico

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This poem, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.
Please contact: lada.04@alumni.lehigh.edu for authorization for credited use.

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