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 Mar 2021 Anecandu
I pick up my pen and paper
Trying to knead my words like a baker
My mind feels like strobing lights
Can’t even remember what I wanted to write
 Mar 2021 Anecandu
 Mar 2021 Anecandu
I looked up at the eye of heaven
And was gifted with some happy rays of shine
Radiant beauty she is

I smile as I witness her blazing glory
She exists with perennial power
Vast and vermilion

Don’t look into her eyes
For her splendor is too ethereal
Fierce as a warrior, a halo surrounds her

Her sweltering touch on my skin
Cancerous and deadly
But she is colossally exquisite
 Mar 2021 Anecandu
 Mar 2021 Anecandu
The clamor is way too heavy
I need to elope to my quiet place
Where everything is constant and serene
I’d lie to myself until
My world starts to spin
And I’m forced to face
My absolute reality
 Dec 2020 Anecandu
i got distracted
by your laugh

so, if there was a sign
at the border,
i missed it

all i know
is now i’m in a place
called love

and all the houses
look like you
 Feb 2020 Anecandu
Devon Webb
Pointy shoulder blade
- yours - digging into my cheek
Comfortable pain.

Now you hold my hand
Fingers threaded between mine
Hold it forever.

Interlocking limbs
You draw me in closer still:
Don't ever let go.

Fingertips tracing
(Please excuse my sweaty back)
Painting words on skin.

Your lips against mine
Tongues searching for an answer
How it came to this.

Though we won't complain
Laugh it off in the morning -
Just please don't forget.
Something I wrote a while ago, all in haikus
 Jan 2020 Anecandu
“You fit like the sun to my moon,”
  you say, eyes twinkling like stars.
I know why my soul has
Always been drawn to the night sky.
 Nov 2019 Anecandu
I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon
The night brings comfort to those who need it most
 Jun 2019 Anecandu
Kora Sani
i anchor
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
 Jun 2019 Anecandu
 Jun 2019 Anecandu
You asked me who I want to be, so here’s my answer:


I want to walk above the ground
I want to give my thank you speech
And wear the crown

I want to open my voice
I want to tell them exactly how I feel
And not give a **** about their ideals

I want room to grow from a fraction to a whole
I want my world to revolve around ME
And be able act fierce and carefree

I want to be the woman that intrigues strangers
I want to bravely approach them with friendly banter
And have spontaneous encounters that brings on laughter

I want to be someone more like me
Inspired by someone from this site, when he asked me "Who do you want to be"
Thank You :-)
 Jun 2019 Anecandu
She's she
 Jun 2019 Anecandu
of course
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