v-anne - Hello Poetry

I made a bowl of soup for myself tonight. Red bean, kale, and quinoa. I toasted two slices of bread, buttered them, let them cool. I planned on dunking them in the soup to sop up leftover broth. While the canned food heated in the red saucepan on the first burner to the right, I did simple tasks. Recycled bottles from days before, put away the dishes in the drying rack, fed the cat. I paced back and forth, in my purple socks, from my bedroom to the kitchen, listening to an old record that sounds like nostalgia. I did simple tasks. Small, achievable things. Self care comes in many forms.

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Nov 20, 2017

Nov 20, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC

v-anne

Soup

I made a bowl of soup for myself tonight. Red bean, kale, and quinoa. I toasted two slices of bread, buttered them, let them cool. I planned on dunking them in the soup to sop up leftover broth. While the canned food heated in the red saucepan on the first burner to the right, I did simple tasks. Recycled bottles from days before, put away the dishes in the drying rack, fed the cat. I paced back and forth, in my purple socks, from my bedroom to the kitchen, listening to an old record that sounds like nostalgia. I did simple tasks. Small, achievable things. Self care comes in many forms.

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I like feeling like danger girl. I like feeling like a shooting star blazing across your eyes and gone in an instant. I love being the whimsical day dream of a woman I had hoped to be when I was twelve and feeling trapped. Listless within my own body yet every nerve ending was electrified like I was an overcharged battery. Zip. Zap. I want to dash across your heart leaving no bruise or cut but a stinging burn. Icy me all you want but I have already combust. I live in my own scorched skin. Zip. Zap. There’s a ringing in your ears. The whirl of wind winding past your head ruffling your hair raising goosebumps yet you cannot shiver. I like feeling like danger girl. I like free falling this role.

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Jul 12, 2017

Jul 12, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC

v-anne

Danger Girl

I like feeling like danger girl. I like feeling like a shooting star blazing across your eyes and gone in an instant. I love being the whimsical day dream of a woman I had hoped to be when I was twelve and feeling trapped. Listless within my own body yet every nerve ending was electrified like I was an overcharged battery. Zip. Zap. I want to dash across your heart leaving no bruise or cut but a stinging burn. Icy me all you want but I have already combust. I live in my own scorched skin. Zip. Zap. There’s a ringing in your ears. The whirl of wind winding past your head ruffling your hair raising goosebumps yet you cannot shiver. I like feeling like danger girl. I like free falling this role.

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I'll admit I want to sing my love sweet songs in the nighttime. I'll admit I just want to find a love who is worth singing for.

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May 11, 2017

May 11, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC

v-anne

Lullabies

I'll admit I want to sing my love sweet songs in the nighttime. I'll admit I just want to find a love who is worth singing for.

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i wanted to learn your thoughts. like an astrologer studying the stars. seeking answers in the mystic. the unknown. to observe in pure adoration. i wanted to tattoo my name across your skin. a mark with a meaning. and memory. but you are tattoo shy. and you do not believe in the power of the universe. you do not commit. and so, i left. full of too many unanswered prayers. wishes gone un-granted. i left. maybe you were not supposed to be my next adventure.

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC

v-anne

L.S.

i wanted to learn your thoughts. like an astrologer studying the stars. seeking answers in the mystic. the unknown. to observe in pure adoration. i wanted to tattoo my name across your skin. a mark with a meaning. and memory. but you are tattoo shy. and you do not believe in the power of the universe. you do not commit. and so, i left. full of too many unanswered prayers. wishes gone un-granted. i left. maybe you were not supposed to be my next adventure.

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I understand The overrated teenage urge To scream out of a sunroof While racing down an empty highway. Sometimes your heart feels So heavy You wish you could take flight. Release it all With the wind.

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC

v-anne

while driving

I understand The overrated teenage urge To scream out of a sunroof While racing down an empty highway. Sometimes your heart feels So heavy You wish you could take flight. Release it all With the wind.

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I am a part of a tiny yet large silence yet surfacing community. We feel the same pain. We feel the same anger. It bubbles and bursts an overflow. We ask “What is wrong with us?” “What did we do to make this happen?” And the answer is nothing. We are brave souls seeking a glimpse of shinning light In an electric storm. a commotion so wild it makes us shiver. It makes us burn. Conflicted. Confused. We are utterly conflicted and utterly confused But we are making noise. Titans fighting angst our own mythological ******* But these monsters are real and they are among us So we cannot remain silent. We must find our own unique glowing effervescent voice. And that voice will swell and soar and climb to new heights. We are eagles. Furiously screaming across the sky. And you should bow in awe of our majesty.

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC

v-anne

Eagles

I am a part of a tiny yet large silence yet surfacing community. We feel the same pain. We feel the same anger. It bubbles and bursts an overflow. We ask “What is wrong with us?” “What did we do to make this happen?” And the answer is nothing. We are brave souls seeking a glimpse of shinning light In an electric storm. a commotion so wild it makes us shiver. It makes us burn. Conflicted. Confused. We are utterly conflicted and utterly confused But we are making noise. Titans fighting angst our own mythological ******* But these monsters are real and they are among us So we cannot remain silent. We must find our own unique glowing effervescent voice. And that voice will swell and soar and climb to new heights. We are eagles. Furiously screaming across the sky. And you should bow in awe of our majesty.

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I am alive. And I can still feel. That's all I can hope for Right now.

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Apr 9, 2017

Apr 9, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC

v-anne

Small victories

I am alive. And I can still feel. That's all I can hope for Right now.

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How many times Can I draw on my arms With sharpie To prevent me From hurting myself? I've found new ways To induce pain. I smoke. I drink too much. I search for love in others Who want nothing to do with me. These black lines Along my forearms Do not shield me from pain Like I wished they would. They only mask My fear.

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Apr 9, 2017

Apr 9, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC

v-anne

Sharpie

How many times Can I draw on my arms With sharpie To prevent me From hurting myself? I've found new ways To induce pain. I smoke. I drink too much. I search for love in others Who want nothing to do with me. These black lines Along my forearms Do not shield me from pain Like I wished they would. They only mask My fear.

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Did you know that I've Written love poems About you? That I've dreamed and fantasized And everything felt real And good And you were real And good But you were no different Than the others -- The heartbreakers The betrayers The hurt and the ache. Darling you are so unaware Of the effect you have on me I was cast under your spell A light so bright So pure That I thought You wouldn't harm My fragile heart. But you did. You broke it into pieces. I don't regret you. I regret what you did.

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Apr 8, 2017

Apr 8, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC

v-anne

An ending

Did you know that I've Written love poems About you? That I've dreamed and fantasized And everything felt real And good And you were real And good But you were no different Than the others -- The heartbreakers The betrayers The hurt and the ache. Darling you are so unaware Of the effect you have on me I was cast under your spell A light so bright So pure That I thought You wouldn't harm My fragile heart. But you did. You broke it into pieces. I don't regret you. I regret what you did.

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I hate reading love poems When I am so clearly Not in love. I want to be. And I want to be in love With you. Baby if you would only Let me. You've already let my soul in, Now please let my heart in.

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Apr 8, 2017

Apr 8, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC

v-anne

my lover's heart

I hate reading love poems When I am so clearly Not in love. I want to be. And I want to be in love With you. Baby if you would only Let me. You've already let my soul in, Now please let my heart in.

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