Anna - Hello Poetry

Anna Jul 2013

No more.

I have
No more words for you
To pluck from
My mouth
Like
Frozen,
Sweet grapes.
No more
Taste
To entrance your
Tongue
And
Mind.

Anna Jul 2013

I'll be your dying pet.

String me up
I'll be your little
Marionette
Dancing in my last act
Of fleeting breath and
Convulsions.

Anna Jul 2013

Untitled

My mind is a flash of memory,
I laughed as the blade makes light of pretty skin
I caught bullets before they passed my teeth,
And dripped blood as cost for my silver tongue-
*Ecstasy, you torture me.

Anna Jul 2013

The gift of gallows

I could pave your way
With little lamps-
A hundred paths
Away from any known map
But I'd lead you straight into a trap.

Anna Jul 2013

Latin root- meaning 'pain from an old wound'

I think a lot
About the word 'nostalgia'
As my body becomes a sore
And my mind-
Well, it gets a little more than lost
Within the
Shadow of
Old
Wounds.

Anna Jul 2013

If I

Could I not breathe
If I were a theif
That sat upon edges
Beyond reprieve
And long lost sanity?

Anna Jul 2013

You taught me how to be a salted mask.

Have you ever made me shake
The way your iced words
Make your breath catch and cease intake?
Yes, yes.
A thousand times yes-
You made me into my own mess.