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AnnaMarie Jenema Sep 2017
Lacey Bows,
Ribbons in pastel,
Poofy dresses,
Victorian style,
This is my aesthetic,
An aspiring ******.
Garters and stockings,
Bows and floof,
Poofy in pink,
Sweet and blue,
Cuteness sourounds me.

Morning light,
Heavy eyes,
Just a dream.
Jeans & a Tee,
Patting my pillow,
I'll be back again.
AnnaMarie Jenema Sep 2017
The God who created all things whispers in my ear,
He tells me I'm loved,
That I'm more than the pain,
The God who created all things whispers in my ear,
He says I was worth saving,
And my life was meant to continue,
The God who created all things whispers in my ear,
His vioce is a melody of the tides,
The wind dancing through trees,
The God who created all things whispers in my ear,
He draws me close through nature,
At peace within his arms,
The God who created all things whispers in my ear,
He tells me that I'm loved,
And I am one with the universe.
AnnaMarie Jenema Sep 2017
Awe filling my lungs,
"The sky is so pretty,"
"But not as pretty as you."
Regret filling my lungs,
I had meant what I said,
Your beauty runs parallel to that of the sky,
Guilt filling my lungs,
But do my words scar your soul?
A feminine word such as pretty,
Defining your charming nature?
Shame filling my lungs,
I hadn't meant to hurt you,
My only wish was to tell you,
That you can be compared to the sky,
You emcampus my world.
Passion filling my lungs,
As love bubbles forth.
AnnaMarie Jenema Sep 2017
In a world so cold,
For I am alone,
The stars cannot comfort this heart,
For I am alone,
Not even their vaseness,
Filling the universe,
Brings me comfort,
For I am alone,
They all leave to their heart's content,
For I am alone,
Those who say they love me,
Fall like diamonds over a glittering sea,
Soon to vanish,
For I am alone,
Her words stinging,
As a slap to the face,
For I am alone,
His actions,
Bringing him farther and farther from home,
For I am alone,
The tears seeping down my face,
Unable to end,
For I am alone,
The past,
a wreched sword,
And I,
A corpse at its point,
For I am alone,
A puppet of misery,
And wishful of futures unknown,
For I am alone.
AnnaMarie Jenema Sep 2017
Is she here?
Maybe, we'll see.
So it's you?
Come on,
Let me see.
It's very soft.
Oh boy, ya
I have to get a drink
You have to make a desicion.
You shouldn't be crying, baby.
Don't do anything stupid ever again.
I love you, Jordi.
AnnaMarie Jenema Sep 2017
Remember it's in the second drawer
All of the sudden
You see a bright flash
from within the closet
Come on,
Let me see
Anybody want a chicken?
I'll just throw it in this window
Don't do anything stupid ever again.
AnnaMarie Jenema Sep 2017
This mighty beast,
What fur covers your back,
That these mechanisms haven't touched?
In what ways have we not polluted you?
These rusty chains lock you in this world,
Only to damage you,
Bringing strife.
Creatures of bone and decay,
In which ways will nature not take you back,
Uncoil the wires that fasten your skull,
Unmold the marrow from these pipes,
For how are we to save you,
From this nightmare?
In response to Sarah's art prize piece
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