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Anneke Mar 2015
Life
Is like someone
saying the same word
Over and over again
Anneke Feb 2015
The art of a mountain climb,
so perfect and humbling
while losing all sense of time

One must **** early to be prime
surrounded by the bees bumbling
The art of a mountain climb.

The start is like eating a lime
Your tummy and mind crumbling
all while losing any sense of time.

Hands and body covered in grime
but there is room for little fumbling
the art of a mountain climb.

The view is worth no dime
after painful stumbling
to lost all sense of time

I will repeat it again like a rhyme
for the experience, life-encompassing
The art of a mountain climb
in order to lost a sense of time.
Anneke Feb 2015
Today is a good day.
I have to make it decisive
or else it will ****,
and even if I do
there is a good chance it will ****.

I envy those who
are constantly joyful and giddy
because they don't ever know
the pain that accompanies
a cloud of acid rain.

I hate myself
for having to constantly
make that decision.
I hate being so malleable
and molded by the events around me
when I pretend to be unbreakable.

I hate that others don't
get the power
to own their emotions.

Today is a good day.
Anneke Feb 2015
why even bother
Anneke Feb 2015
I want to scream
I want to beam

I want to try
I want to cry

I want to seem
I want to dream

I want to fly
I want to sigh

but I lie



because sometimes
I want to die.
Anneke Feb 2015
Thoughts riddle my head,
infest my soul,
'til insomnia can cohost.
Anneke Feb 2015
At night

The slam of a dorm door
are those of an angry brother
throwing something at the wall
or slamming the door.

The fast patter of feet
in the hallway
are those of mine
running up the stairs
to hide.

The muttered rambling voices
from outside
are those of parents arguing
until the wee hours of the night
thinking you're asleep.
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