Anna Josephine: Poems

69 · Aug 2020

Mr paper

Anna Josephine Aug 2020

Mr paper

Dear, Mr paper
I'm writing you a letter.
An ink to page bond,
To help me feel better.

69 · Oct 2020

Weedicide

Anna Josephine Oct 2020

Weedicide

I feel uprooted,
Screaming like the snakes of medusa
too much oxygen, then not enough
The soil of life disappearing beneath me
I cannot breathe! I've been tossed.
If God wanted Roses,
I must be a dandelion.

68 · Oct 2020

Blindness

Anna Josephine Oct 2020

Blindness

Rose-tinted is too delicate,
this was more a blizzard,
fake snow blurring everything real.
all I could do was feel.
How cold and empty it was
but to me, it was like Christmas
What could this be?
Do you belong to me?
It's all thawed out now
and it's ever so bleak
to think I believed you could ever,
ever.. like me?
oh Anna, please!
You and love will never be.

66 · Sep 2020

The poets alchemist

Anna Josephine Sep 2020

The poets alchemist

Oh, temptress! bottled thoughts
let me pour one more glass,
Of your dark red poetry.
No, let me sink in it.
Who made this bottle so magical?
The poet's alchemist!
Corked and drinkable wisdom.
let the poems flow and put me to sleep again.

66 · Nov 2020

Mother

Anna Josephine Nov 2020

Mother

There are a thousand things I wish you knew,
then I remember you do,
you know a lot.
You just don't understand,
and that's a thousand times worse.

65 · Sep 2020

Dollies

Anna Josephine Sep 2020

Dollies

We used to play with barbie and action man.
Fake weddings, wars, hand in hand.
Even then I would dream of my Ken.
With a perfect dollhouse, lifes play pen.
You were my male role model, someone to protect me.
I did whatever you said because you meant a lot to me.
I still played with dolls when you grew out of action man.
you made me play new games, you! a real man.
I hate you with all my inner child.
I hate you even though I try to forgive you,
I cant.
I hate you for putting the action in man.

64 · Aug 2020

Old romances

Anna Josephine Aug 2020

Old romances

There used to be romance in everything we did.
Atleast I thought so...
Now all I see is two people sharing the same memories,
Separately.

63 · Oct 2020

The unmarked road

Anna Josephine Oct 2020

The unmarked road

I move in life like a bumbling bee,
a lost tumbleweed.
Tripping and stalling at my choices like a fool.
All the while I'm watching you.
You're gliding effortlessly like them all.
Facedown on the ground, I see you as I crawl.
Close to the earth, I can feel your path,
jetting and dotting, forward and back.
We move in life like bumbling bees,
lost tumbleweeds.
Smearing and smudging our footprints of reality.

63 · Sep 2020

drunk

Anna Josephine Sep 2020

drunk

Stupid red bottle,
you're not red you're green!
You don't judge how I feel,
and that's worse than living,
feeling, breathing, nothing!
just drinking because I'm not an artist, a scientist or a lover,
I'm absolutely nothing.
I'm just a red-green bottle that tastes like vinegar!

63 · Jun 2020

Life

Anna Josephine Jun 2020

Life

I want to live life to the fullest.
Filled to the tipping point of love and laughter.
I cannot stand waiting for life that will come later.
I want to dive and scream and fill my lungs with purest living dreams and never look back.
I want to hold somebodies hand and swim in every ocean.
I want to sing and dance and travel and romance.
I want to ***** society and live in harmony.
Surrounded by trees and plants and the very best company.
I want to wake up and not give a **** about what people think of me
and make love to the one and drink morning coffee.
I want to be enlightened, intelligent,happy
I want to live life to the fullest
and I want you to join me

62 · Aug 2020

Avoidance

Anna Josephine Aug 2020

Avoidance

What a terrible situation you are in.
Blood hot, boiling under your skin.
Eyes not met and smiles not shared.
Little footsteps are everywhere.
Daunting doors and crowded spaces.
Filled with demons are these places.
Heart now racing tick, tick, tick!
Brain on fire get out quick!
Shaky hands and heavy breaths.
Back to safety it's time to rest.

60 · Aug 2020

Mirrors

Anna Josephine Aug 2020

Mirrors

Making faces in the mirror
Hoping something beautiful will surprise me
My face is still chubby
Like an adult baby
I don't look like a movie star or model
Just a square faced messy unfortunate
Is that a grey hair
You've got to be joking
Hardly in my twenties
Looking like a witch already
What if I put my hair this way or that
Or turned my face
Or ****** my cheeks in all the way?
This isn't vanity its pure insanity
My mirror must be broken

60 · Aug 2020

Orange dreams

Anna Josephine Aug 2020

Orange dreams

Wood dry and crackling, fireworks for two.
Flames amber auburn, Heating up the room.
Mugs of tea and old books, Reading on the floor.
Blankets thrown over our knees, Our sleepy fire roars.
Snuggled up and toasty, Our dog now sound asleep.
Sunday afternoons like this are my favourite kind of dream.

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