Anais - Hello Poetry

When inquired what love was I believed it to be merely infatuation, an excitement sculpted by the sheerness of gazing, but upon meeting the blue-eyed boy, but an acquaintance at first sight, he became what I believe to be now, a love I would trek the world for, the blue-eyed boy, completely and entirely beautiful, in both soul and skin, will forever and ever so more thereafter, carry my heart in his hand, and I, his in my mine For it blossomed from the unforeseen, a tale neither expected yet welcomed tenderly, a love so completely wonderful it aroused pain at heartbreak, a loneliness in limbo, an absence in life, alas, the soul felt abandoned in mist, as if lost with a map, trusting the direction of a broken compass, still, it was a tug and a pull and push, the tug of the soul, the pull of a heart, the push of realisation, But it was not the need for someone, something, it was his mesmerising blue eyes, the bite of his lip, the sweet widened eyes when surprised, the warm arms engulfing my body, the sensual kisses on my neck, the love I feel at his gaze, the sense of bliss as our bodies melt into one, Quite candidly, most honestly, most sincerely, I am madly in love with the blue-eyed boy

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Jul 9, 2021

Jul 9, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC

Anais

The Blue-eyed Boy

When inquired what love was I believed it to be merely infatuation, an excitement sculpted by the sheerness of gazing, but upon meeting the blue-eyed boy, but an acquaintance at first sight, he became what I believe to be now, a love I would trek the world for, the blue-eyed boy, completely and entirely beautiful, in both soul and skin, will forever and ever so more thereafter, carry my heart in his hand, and I, his in my mine For it blossomed from the unforeseen, a tale neither expected yet welcomed tenderly, a love so completely wonderful it aroused pain at heartbreak, a loneliness in limbo, an absence in life, alas, the soul felt abandoned in mist, as if lost with a map, trusting the direction of a broken compass, still, it was a tug and a pull and push, the tug of the soul, the pull of a heart, the push of realisation, But it was not the need for someone, something, it was his mesmerising blue eyes, the bite of his lip, the sweet widened eyes when surprised, the warm arms engulfing my body, the sensual kisses on my neck, the love I feel at his gaze, the sense of bliss as our bodies melt into one, Quite candidly, most honestly, most sincerely, I am madly in love with the blue-eyed boy

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"Tell my mom I love her," She wrote, midnight creeping in, The chill of the night swarmed me, a gut-wrenching, stomach clenching knowing, Flashing lights in the distance, minds chaotic, frantic, dazed, banging and banging and banging The time flew, or jumped, or vanished, and I saw the cuts, the tears, the pain, the utter nothingness behind sad orbs, The blood dripping from her neck and arms, slowly, drying, as if taunting the scars, she said nothing, only cried, wept and screamed, Beside her, I stand as she says "I don't regret it at all."

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Mar 16, 2021

Mar 16, 2021 at 7:31 PM UTC

Anais

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"Tell my mom I love her," She wrote, midnight creeping in, The chill of the night swarmed me, a gut-wrenching, stomach clenching knowing, Flashing lights in the distance, minds chaotic, frantic, dazed, banging and banging and banging The time flew, or jumped, or vanished, and I saw the cuts, the tears, the pain, the utter nothingness behind sad orbs, The blood dripping from her neck and arms, slowly, drying, as if taunting the scars, she said nothing, only cried, wept and screamed, Beside her, I stand as she says "I don't regret it at all."

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perhaps i linger in the perhaps perhaps i shouldn’t a limbo in which i await full of disastrous wonder a beautiful sense of denial perhaps i linger in the perhaps the perhaps of us the knowing of no hope of no trust but perhaps it could happen just maybe one day I will stop lingering in the perhaps of us

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Mar 8, 2021

Mar 8, 2021 at 1:57 PM UTC

Anais

Limbo

perhaps i linger in the perhaps perhaps i shouldn’t a limbo in which i await full of disastrous wonder a beautiful sense of denial perhaps i linger in the perhaps the perhaps of us the knowing of no hope of no trust but perhaps it could happen just maybe one day I will stop lingering in the perhaps of us

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Like a fever dream this feels like staring into a blank screen watching myself, of her behaving like me but there is this sense of the missing of the moments lost in empty white rooms of insanity lingering in the back room of a looming loneliness upheld by a sole red candlelight, Maybe its the constant loudness, or the fog outside, maybe its the distance from home, maybe, just maybe, I am losing my mind

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Feb 17, 2021

Feb 17, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC

Anais

Fever Dream

Like a fever dream this feels like staring into a blank screen watching myself, of her behaving like me but there is this sense of the missing of the moments lost in empty white rooms of insanity lingering in the back room of a looming loneliness upheld by a sole red candlelight, Maybe its the constant loudness, or the fog outside, maybe its the distance from home, maybe, just maybe, I am losing my mind

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I touch the keyboard, my mind in scrambles, Words become a knot of confusion and I cannot express the very emotion in my chest

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Feb 17, 2021

Feb 17, 2021 at 6:18 PM UTC

Anais

Untitled

I touch the keyboard, my mind in scrambles, Words become a knot of confusion and I cannot express the very emotion in my chest

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Gone yet here with little proof of existence, of the warmth breathed out, of the honeyed words left beyond demand Gone they are but always here

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Dec 28, 2020

Dec 28, 2020 at 12:17 AM UTC

Anais

the passed

Gone yet here with little proof of existence, of the warmth breathed out, of the honeyed words left beyond demand Gone they are but always here

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Just eat Just eat and you'll be cured Eat and the voice will stop Eat and you won't look at the fat anymore Eat and you won't think of the imperfections Eat and you'll be happy You will pretend nothing ever happened You won't think of the tears or the exhaustion or the anger That's what they told me, Just eat and it'll be okay How funny it is, to believe in ignorance, in those who think they know, without experience funny the voice never stopped

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Dec 19, 2020

Dec 19, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC

Anais

Just eat

Just eat Just eat and you'll be cured Eat and the voice will stop Eat and you won't look at the fat anymore Eat and you won't think of the imperfections Eat and you'll be happy You will pretend nothing ever happened You won't think of the tears or the exhaustion or the anger That's what they told me, Just eat and it'll be okay How funny it is, to believe in ignorance, in those who think they know, without experience funny the voice never stopped

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I tweaked my body Synched in my waist Slimmed down my thighs Burned the fat around my arms Cut the fat on my tummy Added artificial eyelashes Melted the fat from my face Injected my lips with chemicals But I need fair skin and a thigh gap and bigger ***** and a thicker *** and alluring eyes and longer hair Yet my eyes aren’t bright my smile lacks happiness my mind reeks of toxicity my emotional state is unstable my diet is empty my eyes are tired my body is dying away it seems, all the acting, the pretending, the imitating wasn't enough in the eyes of our broken society

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Aug 9, 2020

Aug 9, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC

Anais

"Natural Beauty"

I tweaked my body Synched in my waist Slimmed down my thighs Burned the fat around my arms Cut the fat on my tummy Added artificial eyelashes Melted the fat from my face Injected my lips with chemicals But I need fair skin and a thigh gap and bigger ***** and a thicker *** and alluring eyes and longer hair Yet my eyes aren’t bright my smile lacks happiness my mind reeks of toxicity my emotional state is unstable my diet is empty my eyes are tired my body is dying away it seems, all the acting, the pretending, the imitating wasn't enough in the eyes of our broken society

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It rained and poured, and I drowned A sunken heart, a suffocated heart They warned me But I listened to only your voice Your soothing voice amid the raging storm It was bliss, the cigarette I swore I’d never smoke Alas here I am the person I have become A stranger Broken down, pitied Devoured by your past But a remnant of the ash you discarded

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Jul 27, 2020

Jul 27, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC

Anais

Ashes

It rained and poured, and I drowned A sunken heart, a suffocated heart They warned me But I listened to only your voice Your soothing voice amid the raging storm It was bliss, the cigarette I swore I’d never smoke Alas here I am the person I have become A stranger Broken down, pitied Devoured by your past But a remnant of the ash you discarded

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I think I'm no longer scared of La Llorona no longer afraid of vast forests no longer terrified of the dark no longer wary of dimmed staircases afterall I'm not a child anymore so why does the shadow in my closet feel so real?

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Jul 26, 2020

Jul 26, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC

Anais

Fearlessly Afraid

I think I'm no longer scared of La Llorona no longer afraid of vast forests no longer terrified of the dark no longer wary of dimmed staircases afterall I'm not a child anymore so why does the shadow in my closet feel so real?

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