Ann Voge: Favorites

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

John Buhler

The struggle with writing poetry,
Is that my brain is a whirlpool
Of thoughts,
Dreams,
Memories,
And ideas.
The struggle is pulling those ideas forward
Out of my imagination and writing them down.
It takes time,
It takes patience,
Sometimes my brain has a flood of ideas,
Simply to be washed away when the pen hits the paper,
But I leave the thoughts
Hanging by a thread,
Writing it down and coming back another day,
Adding bits and pieces day by day.
The struggle with writing
Is sifting through the thoughts,
Finding the perfect words
For that meaningful poem,
But I guess that’s what makes
My writing different from yours,
Its what makes my poetry mine,
Its what makes poetry,
Poetry

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

Facade

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

Days of Dawn

Facade

Why do you
hide behind
a facade of hate

why does
your makeup
hide your beauty

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

Anxiety Attacks

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

Hadley

Anxiety Attacks

Sometimes I ignore everything going on in my life because its easier
and then when I'm alone and I try and use cigarettes and TV to distract me
It doesn't work
the world gets so small I can't breath
and I curl up and cry and cry
or sometimes I get up and pace and pace and pace
and every breath I take hurts
and the knots in my stomach and throat are killing me
I have no idea what to do
I have no one to turn to
and I realize how much I have isolated myself
I can't get off my desert island
I thought I wanted solidarity
but I really wanted was safety and security
and being alone is the opposite
it just created a fearful lonely existence

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

something you wouldn't know

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

S

something you wouldn't know

visions of you haunt me.
slide under my fingertips.
smother my insatiable hunger.
honey dripping through its sift,
caught by over-zealous hands.
scorned, you only want what
settles unrecognizable thirst.
it burns your eyes,
it dries the petals on your lips.

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

Sea of Trees

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

Jennifer Weiss

Sea of Trees

I can't even focus on the keys in front of me
Figuratively
Literally
I am suffocating.
I hate the feeling of having no chains
Because eventually, even that becomes one.
I know we're supposed to say we're never alone.
...But where are they now?
I know I have to be a rock
But I am made of softer things.
And every time I am dropped...
I break.
It's just gravity, but I feel a little smaller than before
My brain tells me I am infinite.
My heart argues this.
And I can't get into it.
You would never find me
Aokigahara

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

Untitled

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

Katie Lew

Untitled

Me, my thoughts, and I. Yikes

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

girl

Mar 2014 Ann Voge

the existential romanticist

girl

i walk down the hall with armor on my face
because i have to be the soldier that cannot say anything

images reflect off of me as i greet people with smiles
but deep down i want to rip off all the fake steel that people cannot see behind

i feel myself growing weaker and weaker as people are ******* the marrow out of me
instead of their own lives, as they gain their momentum from pointing out flaws
of a girl

i am many things but psychopathic is not one of them and how dare you decide it is okay
to speak about someone like that, to create a dungeon built from your lies and hold me prisoner.

i feel like crying but you will never see because i will greet you with a smile
and talk to you about your day

**** them with kindness they say,
well i'm ready to watch this **burn