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Anna Josephine Apr 2020
Grey gloomy and beautiful
The sound of rain and tin.
Smokey scent and tree tops
The little birds still sing.
Cool crisp and twilight
Rain drops steady drum.
My mind so ever peaceful
I won't wish the rain to stop.
Anna Josephine Mar 2021
There is a room in every child's mind, we call it home,those coloured walls bright, bash, comically fashionable, Ageing but never old. We cling to them and they mould us. Home! where we seek when we wander. A room is home for a child.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
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.
Anna Josephine Jan 2020
How beautiful it is to watch the orange glow.
Scarred with white and punched with yellow.
What a spectacle to watch you fade to blue.
I Stand in awe of your blackish purple hue.
I look again and little lights appear.
How full it must be in the stratosphere.
My eyes are heavy, the colours fade.
Baby blue, surprise! its a brand new day.
Anna Josephine Feb 2021
Sometimes, mothers give birth to their past in the shape of a child. A child born to another's world is born a poet.
Anna Josephine Oct 2020
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.
Anna Josephine Oct 2020
One day unfortunately soon
you'll be gone.
and I can't accept it yet but you will be.
You will be nowhere and everywhere, sat on the seat in my mind but not really there or here.
You won't be touchable or audible
You won't laugh or cry or drink
you will just be a thought, a memory, a blur
and my god I don't want to lose you to a blur!
like I lost grandad
a coffin, a hand, a fleeting memory
you'll be gone
and there's just too much of you to be gone
I hope I loved you enough
Goodnight forever.
Anna Josephine Mar 2021
There is a fire burning,
in the fireplace.
It is black with onyx coal.
The fire is small and smokey,
chuck-full with black dark coal.
The fire takes some time to heat,
the flames begin so small,
the fire roars and heats my feet,
  light illuminates my soul.
The fire dies down early,
in the fireplace.
It is black with ash from coal.
The fire is cold and smokey,
Chuck-full with black dark coal.
The fire refuses to provide some heat,
no flame however small,
the fire quietly chills my feet,
dark consumes my soul.
Anna Josephine Feb 2021
I, a poetess like many blame my people,
for the rage and ruin my life has crumbled to form.
Twisting villains and heroes to worship, destroy and blame.
Like Saint brigids cloak I cover vast lands of truths untold,
hidden in the modern ogham I tell my tales.
I run gasping to fill my lungs with worldly senses,
denying my roots to caress the clouds. The ground I stand on never changing me but guiding me slowly,
towards words that shape me,
I weep for Croí na hÉireann.
Cry
Anna Josephine May 2021
Cry
I can't cry properly anymore,
Before I could cry for hours and when the hours were up my problems always seemed a little more solved. Now I cry in little bursts,
enough to be sore and dehydrated but not enough to make anything make sense or resolved.
I try to cry but I feel prevented I feel numb I feel empty,
I need to be sad so that I can be happy. I am like a traffic light changing from happy to Amber to sad.
I change dramatically and periodically like that.
Right now I am stuck on Amber,
I am stalled.
Anna Josephine Jul 2020
The rain is a part of our skin.
Hands gently clasped, the music begins.
The wet dusky car park now feels like a dream.
Dissolving in puddles the bright moon beams.
Droplets dance in your hair like ballet.  
We twirl and we laugh embracing the rain.
Raindrops caress the curves of your face.
Our stare then our lips.. slowly fall into place.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
I'd read your hand written letters a thousand times more.
Your notebook style mind was open for me to explore.
You drew my feelings like rivers and saw where they frayed.
I never loved you but I wish that you had stayed.
All my mistakes tore the little book bindings you made.
You where the only one compatible with my un compatible brain.
Anna Josephine Oct 2020
Hello again, I thought we had spoken about this.
The entering without knocking it knocks me out.  
I want you out, now!
You won't.
You'll hang around until February try killing me in January and give me a break at Christmas.
Like clockwork, you arrive yet every time I'm surprised because there's no way to prepare for what you're like.  
You show no remorse, no shame just a living death, full of hate. That's you.  
Now try telling someone that everything you do is you but not you and on and on it ensues.  
It's deadly, like a supplement of poison that no one sees until you go into anaphylactic shock and maybe just maybe someone will realise who knocked.  
The invisible killer that likes to watch their victims suffer, You just love the suffering.  
Just when I think the antidote is kicking in you slap me again.  
You make my home feel like a prison it's so dark so cold and there's no escape and no one can see you're not home.
Just hoping there's still a home to go to after the war.
Every year you break a little more.
Then when I'm broken I sit waiting, rebuilding, wishing.
Praying you don't knock on my door.
Anna Josephine May 2021
It is half-past one in the afternoon, I have bobbed on the sea of empty deepness like a buoyancy aid with no purpose but to bounce.
I bump into emotion after emotion like a cascade, a waterfall or a tornado just trying to score high on entropy.
I am high on emptiness yet I am full, full of all the words and memories that have been shoved inside of me like a stuffed turkey.
I cannot draw a line between one thought to the next like a connect the dots but the picture does not make sense.
I feel empty and full as if I've eaten a huge meal yet I've eaten nothing at all.
I still have hours more to digest.
Anna Josephine Sep 2020
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.
Anna Josephine Sep 2020
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!
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
There are a few people you will meet in life that live on your wavelength.
Your thoughts and feelings intertwined.
Inspiration pours from them and they give you life.
Treasure those beings, they're little life tokens.
Perpetual rewards for the paths you've chosen.
Anna Josephine Oct 2019
I am afraid of the scariest of things.
I am afraid of the past and what the future might bring.

I am afraid of your eyes they all have a story.
Some of pain some of love
And some just ignore me.

I am afraid of judgement the things that you see.
I am most afraid of what my friends think of me.

I am afraid of the dark, my mind and of being alone.
I don't like to remember things that happened at home.

I am afraid of all this and of so much more.
But the one thing I know is I'm brave to the core.
Anna Josephine May 2020
A sleepy head lay heavy, half slung between the covers.
The smell of cotton snuffing his senses. The warmth kept his body still, as sleep came drifting down on him.
Old books browned, faded and stacked watching as he snored.
Dust in a time whirl danced from the ceiling.
Spiderwebs weaving.
The croaking critters began to welcome the evening.
The moon shone lonely that night it's bright light shying behind grey curtains.
The old man slowly hesitating awakes, to a memory much faded.
Unknown books and unknown linen.
The nurse re-enters and helps him to sleep again.
A poem for all the elderly who are separated from family and familiarity during these strange times.
Anna Josephine Oct 2020
Black slip-on pumps blending with the black nylon tights and the hem of a petite black dress.  
Tears of distress.
Funeral attire that's what I see, when I see you.
If I said you would last much longer  
I'd be a liar.
You're fading and I'm breaking.
Don't let my last memory of you be your funeral.
Anna Josephine Oct 2020
If I seem silly to you,
Its because every time I see you I'm suddenly reminded you exist in the real world too.
Dreams waking up and walking into a room of realness is enough to make anyone feel silly.
Anna Josephine Jun 2020
I'm alone in my head
I'm speaking out loud
I'm hiding all my secrets then bursting and spilling them out.
I'm alone in my head
I'm shutting them out
I need someone to hold me and stay so I can figure this out
I don't want to be alone in my head
I don't want to let it all out
Anna Josephine Nov 2020
I'm spinning around again.
I'm still dreaming things I shouldn't
and drinking too much, as if it will make a difference,
and everyone can see it.
They say insanity is being in love
But insanity is hoping you might be too.
Anna Josephine Sep 2020
Why is the sound of two people kissing so repulsive?
That clicking icky yuckyness makes me feel sick.
Jealousy exists in dreams like an ever present message.
The bell tolling the marriage that will never exist.
Fireworks like wishes wishing that clicking was us.
Anna Josephine Nov 2020
I wish you understood that this is me trying.
I'm not as perfect as you expect me to be,
I did a great job pretending,
but my will is ending.
please just let me be a nothing,
let me breathe fresh air and not be trying to prove something!
let me cry because I'm sad,  
and not have to justify that.
let me be, please just let me be!
because if I don't stop pretending,
there will be no me,
left to be.
Anna Josephine Jun 2020
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
Anna Josephine Jun 2020
Love is what we feel when we experience the beauty of our world.
Being in love is experiencing its beauty together.
Loneliness is wishing for both yet feeling neither.
Anna Josephine Dec 2020
I hate boxes, straight edged rules and no exceptions, I love blurred visiuals the almosts and undicipherables. I crave bruises, pompous poppy signatures, signs of mischief and adventures. Do not box me or bruise me, let me be free and blurry, full of adrenaline and ugly laughter.
Anna Josephine Oct 2020
What beautiful minds you both have,
filled with love and science.
Spilling, but you don't laugh?!
I want to listen to you read.
Read, read our ancient poetry,
I see you booted and laced in tweed.
Now, Let me read one more page of your mystery thesis
Then off to bed,
So I can rip it to pieces.
Men
Anna Josephine Nov 2020
Men
God! men are damnable creatures!
I'm beginning to see why people believe you are female.
Why did you make them so insufferably ignorant and belittling and mean!
They don't need to be that keen!
Why the attraction?
I don't understand!
Why make them fools to feed from our hands?
I like most better at a distance,
Distance enough,
So I can sniff out their intentions.
Call each one's bluff.
There are but a few I must admit
that don't gawk like sharks
at us "little" fish.
So what makes them differ
from the harshest there is
Why are some men like demons and
others well...perfect?
Anna Josephine Dec 2020
She had a supernatural ability to read one's mind,
and she left no page unturned,
every face she ever saw she would read and then rehearse.
She could pick at your insecurities before she knew your name, emphasise your interests make you feel you were the same.
Like a mirror, she would reveal,
and adapt to how you feel.
But mirrors are mere objects that reflect and absorb,
She never got to see herself so she lived a life ignored.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
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
Anna Josephine Mar 2021
I wake up, instantly groan at my existence, look at all the messages I haven't received and re-read the ones I've sent. I look at poetry, the sad kind that makes me feel just a little understood, I think of 10 impossible, unlikely and outrageous things that could happen in the next few hours. I sigh and wish I could go back to sleep, I think of all the life I want to be living but am not, I think of how sad I am not fulfilling anything, yet pressured into always working for something menial. I roll my eyes and think of death, before stretching my arms and remembering, ahh its time for breakfast.
Anna Josephine Nov 2020
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.
Anna Josephine Dec 2020
There was something about him that meant everything he said motivated me to be better, When others uttered the same it made me cry. It's as if he was saying get well soon instead of its fine you're ill.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
Dear, Mr paper
I'm writing you a letter.
An ink to page bond,
To help me feel better.
Anna Josephine Dec 2019
Let's go back to where this almost ended.
My last poem forever pending.
You held me close and stopped me comprehending, the life in hell I'd one day be spending.
Anna Josephine Jan 2020
It's 4am but you're not sleeping.
Your friends went out, but you stayed in.. Again.
The lights are off, but it feels much darker.
Your mind is screaming you're a coward.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
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.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
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.
Anna Josephine Apr 2021
When I was little my mums friend had a piano, I remember going to her house for dinner one night and I was so excited when I saw this huge upright instrument, I'd never played with a piano before and I just thought it was magnificent. Uniquely, like most things I did as a kid, I used the piano to tell stories. I thought the deep notes on the left represented goblins and monsters and the high, light notes on the right were the fairies and princesses. I would mash the lower keys and say things like "then the big bad goblin came into the woods" and as I fiddled with the high notes I would talk about how the magical fairies saved the day. Its funny how black and white things were when you were a child, there was good and there was bad and everything had a happy ending, now as I fumble with my own keyboard years later I realise that the most beautiful music comes when both high and low are played in unison. Like ying and yang no story is ever soley good or bad, but a mixture of the two, true beauty comes when  highs and a lows are shaped as one, and that I think is the beauty of life.
Anna Josephine Apr 2021
I am suspended, trapped in this emotional black void. I cannot cheer myself up when I know you are so sad. I want to call you and fill your mouth with kisses and remind you that your track record for surviving bad days is 100%. I want to fill you up with happiness like fuel at a gas station so that you can continue this unmapped journey. I just really, really want you to be happy.
Anna Josephine Oct 2020
I am a pendulum.
swinging endlessly,
knocking out love and aloneness and the bit in between.  
love me, forget me, leave me be.
You are time
waiting, watching me swing
Wishing I'd stop,
On the bit in between.
Anna Josephine Apr 2021
Some days poetry isn't enough, I've read enough about love, now I need to feel it.
Anna Josephine Jan 2021
I can't write poetry. I just bleed poetically. Spilling dark thoughts and emotions accidentally. I can't write poetry I'm a terrible closet, I open and tumble authentically. Hoping someone out there can learn to read me.
Anna Josephine Sep 2019
Remember me in the summer breeze when the wind blows calm and low.
When the summer fields bloom with colour wheels and the sweet Magnolia's show.
 Remember me in the autumn leaves when Noon's an orange glow.
When the trees are full and the moon is bright and squirrels dance in the forests bows.
  Remember me in the winter freeze when the snow falls slow and kind.
When the children pray and sleigh bells play to bring on  Christmas time .
  Remember me in the spring  filled trees when daffodils meet the eye.
When rabbits jump and lambs wobble on bent knees and crooked thighs .
 But remember me when we finally meet and the ocean drifts on by
when the curtains close the world unfolds and all that's left is you and I
Another very old poem I wrote when I was about 15.
Anna Josephine Jun 2021
I hate you like the hoarse, dry throated cockeral hates the rise of morning sun. A hatred that repeats itself over and over with closed eyelids. It is a strange emotion to hate with hope, as all creatures do that something miraculous will emerge from the same, tired nothingness. A foundation built on what if's and maybe's. when in reality everything always repeats, always.
Anna Josephine Sep 2019
The tragic misfortunes of the victims of hate
Could not control their haunted fate.
Romeo and Juliet bound in chains of doom
sprung from a fountain of a toxic fued.
Fiery tybalt and his sword of gold revived a battle that remains to be told.
Romeo in anger and full of love killed the boy and a riot set off .
Now the hate grew ever more and more and soon enough the families where at war !
Which to end a tale in death and tears for these ancient families it was never clear.
That there love made love turn into hate.
Now four lay dead in a tomb,
from the battles of the caplets and the montagues !
And never was there a story of more woe than this of juliet and her romeo.
Just found this poem that I wrote when I was 13. It's not perfect but I had completely forgotten about it and re reading it was like being smacked in the face with nostalgia.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
Little girls are taught a lesson
To just say "no" when they feel threatened.
Your private parts are your own
No one will touch if you say "no".
Little boys are taught to watch pretty girls without their tops.
Girls are yours to touch and play
This is what boys call love today.
We need to educate girls and boys on ****** health equally! We can begin to put an end to child *******, ****, ****** abuse and *** trafficking if we begin to Educate our children equally and carefully. Let's fight for some decency in society. This poem is stereotyping males and females. I realise not all girls and boys are brought up this way but it also highlights the sickening reality that many children are not sufficiently educated in safe equal ****** health. For many children by the time they are taught the "say no" lesson it's already to late and they are left feeling as if they did something wrong. Children and adults are not always able to just "say no". Politics is never that simple. Let's protect our children and spread positive ****** health education messages for those who need it most.
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