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Addi Anderson Jan 2019
Genie in a bottle
Three wishes mine

Wish one: I wish for love, love so fierce, everyone can see it.
Wish two: I wish to be happy, a cloud nine happiness that I wish would never leave.
Wish three: I wish for success, to rise to the top.

Genie nods

Gone

Love so fierce
Everyone can see
the scars on my bleeding wrists
and the bruises on my arms

Happiness
On cloud nine
Until I have to by another drink
and drown the sorrow

Success
On the top
Yes, till I crumble
In defeat on the ground
Broken
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
You wear me like a an old T-shirt,
I should be a black dress.
Dark and silent- and image of beauty.
Midnight belonged to miracles,
The night always had an overactive imagination.
The only thing people are looking for is meaning,
I am searching for a silent room.
Then I remembered the silence depressed me.
I may have lost myself,
The person I used to be seems
So far away. The night
Went black until morning had breath.
I must learn to understand
My soul is not bound by a
Three-dimensional space, I am more.
The vision came and vanished
But the longing to see does
Not fade. Her existence made sense in the end
Home is more complex than a location.
A troubled sea still remains in my heart.
Cascading seconds, the rhythmic moments
The end is guaranteed
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
I’m surrounded by fakes;
People who think and feel,
but hide who the are underneath dirt and societies ideas.
People who try and fail
to become what they think they should be.
We wake up in the morning and cry,
For we are a disappointment.
We realize we aren’t perfect,
Yet we strive for perfection.
In this vicious cycle called life,
You envy someone,
They envy someone else,
And around it goes till we’re six feet under.
Even when we die,
We aren’t exactly sure who we are as people.
We hide behind masks,
And show our true colors to few.
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
Tears, shes seen ‘em all
She knows what its like to
Fall to hard, to have skin rip on a
Shard of glass, and blood run into rivers,
And stain roses red.

Are we to plaster painted faces
And be expedited to live?
Are we hide scars and
Not admit we are sad all the time?
Sorry this is a little darker/deeper than normal....
Addi Anderson Jan 2019
I am dirt
Useless and grey
Always under foot
A mess
Full of crap
And cracked

The breeze
Of love
Brought the seeds

But I needed you
Water, helping
Me survive
And live

And together we
Grow and learn
And watch
The painted sunsets

Until our
love blooms
into sunflowers
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
Not everyone believes in her, and
Not everyone supports her.
And she knows it. But
Her god goes with her always,
And that’s what sustains her.
How cool is it that her god,
Made oceans and mountains and Galaxies
And thought that the world needed her.
Because she was gold and dirt
And most just saw the mud on her hands,
And backed away.
But God took her and washed off
The mud, the lies, the hate.
And pulled her crown off its pedestal,
And set it gently on her head.
God whispered softly in her,
“Be in pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.
Because fire in its own way cleans away
The impurities. And if that doesn't work here I'll be.
Waiting for you.”
Addi Anderson Jan 2019
That's the funny thing about love.

You don't want to get hurt,
but you choose to be vulnerable together.
Addi Anderson Dec 2018
Mom: "You've created this love triangle between you two...."

Me: "I didn't mean to make a love triangle. I meant to draw a line. It just so happens there are other lines."
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
In summertime, our love is kind, like poppies floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it dances from my head to toes.

If skies are blue, our love is giddy — two people singing in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is calm, a refuge from the dancing rain.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like yellow petals on the iris.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is gold, shining bright like a harvest sunset.

From New Years's till Christmas our love will continue to play.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my love.
Addi Anderson Dec 2018
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
--SYLVIA PLATH
Addi Anderson Dec 2018
All my pwoblems,
who knows, maybe evwybody’s pwoblems
is due to da fact, due to da awful twuth
dat I am SPIDERMAN.

I know, I know. All da dumb jokes:
No flies on you, ha ha,
and da ones about what do I do wit all
doze extwa legs in bed. Well, dat’s funny yeah.
But you twy being
SPIDERMAN for a month or two. Go ahead.

You get doze cwazy calls fwom da
Gubbener askin you to twap some booglar who’s
only twying to wip off color T.V. sets.
Now, what do I cawre about T.V. sets?
But I pull on da suit, da stinkin suit,
wit da sucker cups on da fingers,
and get my wopes and wittle bundle of
equipment and den I go flying like cwazy
acwoss da town fwom woof top to woof top.
Till der he is. Some poor dumb color T.V. slob
and I fall on him and we westle a widdle
until I get him all woped. So big deal.

You tink when you SPIDERMAN
der’s sometin big going to happen to you.
Well, I tell you what. It don’t happen dat way.
Nuttin happens. Gubbener calls, I go.
Bwing him to powice, Gubbener calls again,
like dat over and over.

I tink I twy sometin diffunt. I tink I twy
sometin excitin like wacing cawrs. Sometin to make
my heart beat at a difwent wate.
But den you just can’t quit being sometin like
SPIDERMAN.
You SPIDERMAN for life. Fowever. I can’t even
buin my suit. It won’t buin. It’s fwame wesistent.
So maybe dat’s youwr pwoblem too, who knows.
Maybe dat’s da whole pwoblem wif evwytin.
Nobody can buin der suits, dey all fwame wesistent.
Who knows?
--JIM HALL
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
There was a time I told you,
Of all that ached inside;
The things I held so scared,
To all the world I’d hide.

But they became your weapons,
And slowly I have learnt,
The less that is said the better,
The lesser I’ll be hurt.

Of all you’ve used against me,
The worst has been my words.

There are things I’ll never tell you,
And it is sad to think it so;
The more you come to know me-
The lesser you will know.
-Lang Leav
This isn´t mine!! I just love it.
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
She was not fragile like a flower; she was fragile like a bomb

Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lighting in their souls, thunder in the hearts, and chaos in their bones

Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end

She is a combination of sensitive and savage

She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was

She is fire and ice. You’ll fear the cold, and crave the burn

She’s a tornado with pretty eyes and a heartbeat

She was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet

She was either wildly naive, or dangerously intelligent

What’s a queen without her king? Well, historically speaking, more powerful

That was her magic, she could still see the sunset, even on those darkest days

She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art isn’t supposed to look nice; it’s supposed to make you feel something.

She’s the flowers, but she’s also the rain. She’s the beauty of day, but also the nights full of pain.

She’s a tornado with pretty eyes and a heartbeat

She sees in black and white, thinks in grey, but loves in color
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
and so are you.

Razors are red,
Skin turning blue,
All of the pain,
reminds me of you.

Anger is red,
Depression is blue,
You are all red,
and I'm feeling blue.

Roses in red,
Violets in blue,
lie on my grave,
with a note just for you.

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I hope you know
I did this for you."
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
She’s like the ocean;
Mysterious, Beautiful, Wild, Free
Yet so lonely.
Each move she made was full of grace,
Even if it meant hurting you.
She’s cold to you at first,
But after a while, she gets warmer and lets you in further.

She’s like the ocean;
Like the wind, and the stars mixed together.
She taught others
How to drown and
To feel things above the sky.

She’s like the ocean;
Calm and still, rough and rigid
But in the end she is
Captivating and beautiful.
She’s built up a wall around her like a sand castle;
And when the ocean crumbles it down,
I’m afraid she’ll drown.

She’s like the ocean;
Stormy and calm
At the same time.
She was the tide;
Always drifting in and out of the lives of those who loved her,
Eternally indecisive,
Unable to discern whether she desired the solidity and safety of land,
Or the wild freedom of the ocean.
Addi Anderson Dec 2018
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
--ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
Stop telling me
How
Beautiful
I am  
Stop saying that
I’m such a
Funny girl.
Beautiful girls
Don’t stand alone
At parties
Or spend Friday
Nights alone
In their room.
Funny girls don’t
Lock themselves
Away
To
      
      C
         R
             Y
Because tears
Are words
I can’t
Say out loud
Not yet

It’s
Funny how
Memories slip
Out of
Your eyes
Like that.

And my biggest
F E A R
Is that eventually
You will
See me
The way
I see
Myself.
My question is
How do you
Run from something
Inside your head?

I’ve lost my
mind
It’s not mine
It’s theirs

See everyone has a
Chapter ind their life
They don’t read out loud

Mine is a tear-stained book,
That I can’t read,
And I don’t want to be the author
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain,
Store them in jars,
That are labeled “Pain”,
Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks,
As they write all the stories,
I'm too scared to speak,
Would you stop the with kisses,
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain,
Isn’t always my fault,
Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes,
And whisper the words,
“You’re too precious to cry”,
If I showed you teardrops,
Would you show me you own,
And learn though we’re lonely,
We’re never alone.
-e.h.
Again, not mine.
Addi Anderson Nov 2018
"Are you okay?"
they ask

I respond
as quickly
as I can
so they will not
notice the earthquakes
in my voice
or the tsunamis
in my eyes
or the drought
in my heart
--Ellen Everett
Not mine
Addi Anderson Dec 2018
I pick up
the sharp blades,
and feel the weight
of a thousand things
fall of my shoulders.

I am cutting off
every little tie
that is left between us.
Each inch is
a memory.

You always did like my hair long.
This is kind of random, sorry guys.

— The End —