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Jan 2020 · 279
Bailey
anne collins Jan 2020
Waiting
For you on wires I’m walking
Tightrope and your throat is
Dropping
You’re arbitrarily clocking
Seconds between hearts
Throbbing
Arrive sweetly we’re embracing
Ace of spades in my pocket
Promising
I won’t die tonight im tracing
The lines of your face and
Waiting
Dec 2019 · 175
Dawsey
anne collins Dec 2019
No, a heart isn’t locked when the sleeve is on display

And the moon still shines when the wolves are at bay

And you never wondered once why my smile might fade

As your words turned to swords with my neck to the blade

Yes, the stars, they still twinkle above the blinding city lights

And your dashes to dances always become flashes to fights

And I’m still picking daisies in the heart of the park

As you shiver from summer, your eyes in the dark

Maybe, the nails in the coffin were ashes on dust

And the coffin itself was just air against rust

And there was naught to bury for there was never an us

As we wonder as atheists in whom we should trust

No, a dream isn’t free if you wish it to be

And hope is not a valid form of American currency

And we both wasted wonders on kisses and clashes

As moments expired and locks changed in latches

It was you, sweet thing, that caught my eye
In the blink of a wink my throat went dry
Before I knew how or why
We were too enthralled to laugh or cry

And then it was I who smiled at you
You said I made the winter new
Eyes of green and cheeks a rosy hue
All was well because one became two

And then the day became dusk and bottoms up
A cheers for heaven, hell and lust
Sep 2014 · 590
Takashi
anne collins Sep 2014
A sugar crush, a stroke of luck
I'll be in Tennessee when you vowed to give love up
And you'll find in all due languid time
That roses are red and so is wine
And I'll hold your hand as you hold mine
A dawn, a spring, a summers eve
Blossom so blue even in between
The skies of dusk and other's lawns & grasses far too green
What life, what joy, a simple task
All my heart needs is to make yours laugh
And I hate these words- cliche and undisturbed
There's no romantic pain you see in thrills and breeze
It's not like we don't believe in hope
It's that it always demands such note
yes, yes my dear we hear your fear
The gods have no interested in
The doubts and dreams of souls who sin
who glean nothing from what they've sought
You're free you see if you'd like to be but if you're brave there is a battle to be fought
What fields and rivers we cross to discover
The lands of promise and the eager gaze of another
I'm sorry I'll need one more cigarette
To inspire me to recove and not to forget
Hearts are potentially true and romance has not been slain yet

-takashi
Sep 2014 · 599
Aaron
anne collins Sep 2014
I dreamt of you last night
confusing left and north from south and right
And it dawned on me then as this summer ends
Perhaps. It was all a game of house and pretend

But no -I know the valor of
Sacrificing your sacred defenses in the name of love
And you were the knight I knew you to be
A gift of bar crawls, museum miles and memory

Those sheets,those walls, that room we held captive
All in the name of romance as our captain
That ship you fled- a deserter or sorts
But there will be no Calvary or death by sword

I know you remain a face in plastic frame
A scar on my knee and a free wandering name
You swear you're still here
But this word falls deaf on one ear
Quite a bold assumption to swear
Not knowing the if night sky is clear

Walk briskly my sweet there is only defeat
In the crosses we bear & the poison we reap
I sit in tragic new affection drowned in nostalgic recollection
By the corner where you vowed that in love there is no protection

In herald square you'll find me there
Still musing our despair and contemplating the burden we share
Of all the tidings of love and no kiss to spare

I'm right where you left me but I've travelled so far
I'm no longer the waif you kissed love drunk by the  bar
I'm no longer a wish - so ignore my star

Breathe lightly, good sir it would do you well
To remember that earth is both heaven and hell
And the only things you know are the stories others tell

You intellect is both vast in it's expanse
And short in it's relevance

It wasn't either of us who broke such a vow
The honor of love should never have been allowed
To a girl with such ideals and a man on the clouds

But it's sweet in it's way - you still saved the day
That night in Madison square when my soul ran away
But to save a heart in a park just to throw it away?
What kindness is this? It's only a delay

When you cried sitting on my bedside
Assuring me that  our love had both lived and died
You don't know what I had compromised
To break and to wait as our harmony committed suicide

So take it now and wear it proud
You found your love in a violent crowd
And adored her once  in sidewalks and sun
Now she writes poetry wondering whom has won
This race to be the people we took oaths to become

It's all all-right- a swift flight
From Florida to the northern fight
In all those words we exchanged and misheard
I do recall we both feared this world
Of petty change and unsaved gain
A treacherous sea with no hope to tame
iPods and screaming along the 6 train
No doubt the results of pubs, psychology and *******

So I'll conclude this pain, this rant, this reign
We created infamy but never fame
And all the ashes
Baby,
They look the same

It's sad even still that our happiness took Ill
And none of our efforts, our hopes or our will
Could reassign the crystal ball to something more beautiful

Goodbyes are slow and forever vague
I won't say it was all in vain
Only that Cupid
should be ashamed
Aug 2014 · 529
Drake
anne collins Aug 2014
Spring's suggested sentimentality was cruel to you and lost on me
In black hospital beds and unlock doors
trading hallmark cards and rain soaked words

To brokers and lovers of lifetimes past
ionized coins and abandoned churches of ash

I was lost and found and blind except for what I could see
Darkness blankets over apathy

The ocean's mirth was kind to some
but also acidic to it's sun
it erodes you understand- the flesh and the sand
How beautiful that sport called demise can achieve
Such vicious assaults on halcyon seas

I'm not adrift in your departure, I don't request your gaze any longer
What an anomaly to requited memory
That gold is not golden and air is not free

Goodbye, goodbye, farewell, my doll
The world continues to spin afterall
Aug 2014 · 627
Wyatt
anne collins Aug 2014
Envelopes and elevator music can explain
Why we clutch our horror and flee our name
A watchtower and alarm clock sang their lament
Across the concrete we rejoice and the paradise we repent
And as we signed
we denounced allies
In favor of the forbidden
what artificial blood and absinthe love
could deduce the lies we've hidden?


Mistletoe in the greenery of late july
and honor's punch drunk alibi
Reinvent the wheel that streets had broken
but its all another poker deal
a bet from the same token
Why do we abhor the delight to adore
what is written across the table?
If we read it as love we read it as a fable
and who still gives a **** about Cain and Abel?

Forgive my verse I tend to curse and my pentameter could benefit from consistency
But pardon your barometer I never intended to study calculus or chemistry
The commodity of obscenity and the gardens of Versailles
It's not a question then of who or when but rather a matter of how and why?
We buy and slash with words and cash all of those we enable
Why not, my love, give whiskey and drugs it's honestly more stable

The aftertaste of lust and lace
Grim fairy tales and telephone sales
The absence of the rhythm
That transforms mere words to singing
but format this or format that that isn't a life worth living
The morning connives with sidewalks and vines
while dark eyes sit and stare we are but wine and air
What is this routine we have fought to acquire?
No sweet perfume can sweeten the flame of fire

so kiss you reflection and hold close to the glass or the mirror
Objects that appear far away
they may in fact be nearer
Jul 2013 · 1.1k
Shane (unrequited & ignited)
anne collins Jul 2013
Small talk & eye contact- this ignites veins in a heart
Unaware of invasion
You spin innocent arts as our reckless lips will part
Like oceans and blossoms

Whirling street signs we gaze as night air embraces our daze
Broken small syllables
You whittle us jewels that raise our eyes to the phrase
Love is still broken

You're a sip of a kiss
A well with only one wish
Unrequited and despised
Unclaimed but allied
Slap me your affection
And make love in a hurry
Kiss me with hate if you worry
Leave me your embrace
Forced but not untrue
Waste this tired fairy tale
Abandon me in love with you
Mar 2013 · 1.4k
Caleb
anne collins Mar 2013
The lost causes never remember
moonlight matters
it's tapping at your window
Sounds of baby peddles and November

The looming causes fail to comprehend
loneliness lingers
It's ebbing at your elbows
The best of beer bottles and dead ends

The loose causes refuse to acknowledge
Ignorance ignites
It's gnawing as it follows
Daily articles and unrefined polish

The least causes lose sight in the daybreak
blossoms bittering
It will fade as hearts hollow
Graveyard backyards and bone aches

The lone causes acquiesce to uncertainty
pages punctured
It is freeing as it swallows
Sunsets red and abrupt against afternoon purity

The loaned causes shatter against the bribery
Coins cascading
It is a vision as she wallows
Lipstick Luscious and cultivating calvary

The last causes shall never translate
Sculptures scalloped
it is swallowing in shallows
Hoarded hearts and breakup dates
Mar 2013 · 1.4k
Greyson
anne collins Mar 2013
**** sonnets
she screamed, half awake,, raspy broken chords
**** mistletoe
He responded, barely breathing, words are a chore

**** surrender
She moaned, lonely against the canvas of silver and gold
**** alarm clocks
He smirked, craving the fabric and minutes to unfold

**** ghosts
She whispered to the abrupt emptiness of 4 in the morning
**** stairwells
He mumbled to the steps that tripped without warning

**** forever
she breathed, breathless against the waves of waterfalls
**** sidewalks
He admitted as he wandered aimlessly appalled

**** flowers
she scowled at the precipice of tomorrow
**** candles
He gritted at the concept of unrequited sorrow

**** Thursday
she exclaimed at the notion of fresh beer blossom gardens
**** July
He exhaled against the women who dressed without pardon

**** Twitter
she tweeted three nights deprived of sleep
**** Xanax
he stumbled five Klonopin deep

**** stars
she wished with a mouth of cigarettes and strangers
**** memories
he insisted accompanied by potions and danger

*******
She would have laughed against the midnight canvas
**** me
He would have crafted versus the twilight lanterns
Mar 2013 · 1.5k
Klein
anne collins Mar 2013
Half formed shallow glances across the dawn
Breaking in crisp spring
a hunter means harm
(say it back)

Precious slanted words in crushed song
Landing slowly, raindrops cling
The sidewalk is long
(breath we lack)

Slaughtered bouquet petals in Central Park
Burning acidic in the winter light
Our sun is victim to the dark
(Gilded armor cracks)

Aimless gallivanting learns to command the heart
Inspired: the reckless wilderness can ignite
villains and matchsticks to spark
(Absence means love lacks)

and if all letters are to crash like hailstorms
why write and feel and fill
the blank parchments with potential eardrums
whose souls we make anxious- ill?

and still
the alive will die or ****
Feb 2013 · 908
J. W.
anne collins Feb 2013
Donate no more syllables
to love's spell unbound spells
the tides will  strips wishes from the well
and mute the cries of wedding bells
and air will be wind and hearts are sea shells
All is lost in our embrace tomorrow tells
Inarticulate cruelty is the true nature of joy and revels
and the hundred empty spiral stairwells
and the thousand rusted harps of angels
the million erased farewells...
Feb 2013 · 1.1k
Pascal
anne collins Feb 2013
Scribbles and wine glasses lessen the barrage
of acid mist plastered against our glass facade
Subway stops and molecules would tear soul in few
Ripped ******* and mimosas remind me forcibly of you
Stand 4 and sodium
the swinging of the pendulum
Wishes and ***** dishes
Lost in New York City
The romeos say I'm so pretty
all is a dishonor
as time travels us farther
**** sonnets.
Feb 2013 · 1.4k
Leo
anne collins Feb 2013
Leo
You are the candle that ignites rebellious against the dusk
Defiantly noble as one cursed by pride must
You are the smoke floating in the waves of evening's cold
Less honest than your sentiment is bold

You are the weary diary entries of bleeding wrists
but what is a blank canvas without a risk?
You are a dive bar so neon and ever glowing proud
But what is a gathering without a crowd?

You are a monument solidly marked and stern
But what is lesson when no one learns?

You are a canon brutal in force but ever afraid
But what is a symphony never played?
You are scar scabbing and lifetimes past dead
But what is a confession never said?
Feb 2013 · 1.1k
Vincent
anne collins Feb 2013
In the flooding nicotine did we unwind
Counting the whispers not the time?

In sullied quilts and bed frames did we undress
tracing the the breaths not the unrest?

In speakeasy  highballs and martinis did we consume
the inebriation of the second not the room?

In castle corridors and letters did we begin to grasp?
we can re-tox but not relapse?
Feb 2013 · 992
Marty
anne collins Feb 2013
Hello coastline
Hello winter
Hello solitary moonlit drive
I'll be enchanting blank pages with poetry
as you waste away city-side
Tragic and lamenting but fading as I moan
You are my empty ***** liter as I glide
I'm the dawn breaking through your curtains as you roam

Goodbye afternoons
Goodbye white lies
Good bye little lace ivory dress
I'll be slashing through the semblance of symmetry
as you ask the bartender for yet another splash
You'll be beautiful on the pavement and novels of mystery
as my overdrive desires and loneliness inevitably crash

Hello bloodstreams and ****** Marys
Goodbye falsified kindness and sorrow
Hello sparrows and destiny's bone marrow
Goodbye Hudson views and embraces on the ferry
Hello empty skylines and generalizations
Goodbye comforters and pillows side revelations

You were so crimson in your shining armor
You were so elegant as love's fine soldier
I was so isolated in the stone and glass of the tower
The lake sparkled like a diamond in our final hour

Goodbye romeo,
hello sad song's flow
goodbye april
hello unfaithful.
Jan 2013 · 1.6k
Jesse
anne collins Jan 2013
Tuesday’s star lights have been fading
And Fridays have been brutally narcotisized
Monday midnight is reduced to break down lanes
And Sunday suffers from self hate
Wednesday’s tragic dawn is hard up for alibis
And Saturday lacked the capacity to drink the rain
Thirsty Thursday is such a waste of such a pretty face.
Jan 2013 · 1.1k
Corey
anne collins Jan 2013
There was sweetness far too savage
In the sweat of your embrace
A window reflection all too simplified
For the flesh we bite just to taste

There was piquancy in saccharin tea
Spiked within promises we chase
A line confined within passion’s poison
Cursively articulated in voided space

There was a wholesome serenity in anticipation
Diluted with the sins that desires trace
A confessional ridden with dishonesty and hellfire
Fueled with the shadows in the sunlight’s wake

Passion will be as
Passion does
We will **** each other
Like the other does
And all will be
What never was
Jan 2013 · 726
William
anne collins Jan 2013
If your gilded hands touch another woman
Despite the cursed curves of the dark Romeos whom I devour
My disgrace will be blood and ribbon
Despite the sanctum I’ve discovered as a grave and guard tower
I suppose
While no one knows
All is mirth and jest
But you know
When the kingdom comes and goes
No ghosts remain at rest
**** sonnets.
Jan 2013 · 1.0k
Devon
anne collins Jan 2013
I awoke to that **** ebony canvas of the early hours
Vomiting clichés
Your scent still lingers on the indent you left upon the pillow case
Sweetheart, keep you ******* flowers
The past was pancakes and melodies in the brighter days of adoration
Screaming lullabies
Your syllables echo restlessly in my reckless hours
The future is lonely brunch tables and bar stool exchanges of love’s nuances
Delegating responsibilities
I wandered the avenues we used to adore honoring myself a ghostly power
Our shadows shiver in the abandonment of promises
Slashing daisies
We would chain smoke at a bus stop adorned in designer winter coats
We were above the concept of invocations and starlight
******* wisdom
Tired feet never reached the peaceful landing of the eastern coast
Letters splitting and spilling over supplication and maybes
Accosting rivers
Jan 2013 · 2.6k
Marshall Evans
anne collins Jan 2013
Neon Stella Artois lights and sly hellos
It commenced as we were flew spinning
Ticket stubs and ink -stains
Oh, as our love flirted we both were seeking
Brooklyn Subway stops and ***** clothes
We perched by the equator but only when beginning
Backwards flasks and *******
Then winter solstice was challenged by spring’s springing
Strands of soft pearls and wishing wells
We shivered the anxious touch of a faux July summer’s evening
Empty bar stools and firelight
It was still bitterly February but with the mockery of songbirds floating
Two Thirty Seven A.M. and sea shells
How can the world deceive us in this fashion: fools, we accept ever-knowing
Buttered bread and hindsight
Dawn will crash with frostbite and these daisies will pay the price of their beauty’s sinning
Wine before noon and payphone bills
Wind will eviscerate this moment for once you have touched the sun the ice is more than suffocating
Dry heaving and ribbons
We were only waiting then at the heart of a train station for the stretches of shadows to lengthen
First drags of cigarettes and blue diet pills
The glitter within the dew drops stolen from our tired eyes when our first summer was stolen
Cheap motels and kitchens
We could barely exchange syllables, our melodies quarreling, our blood had thinned
Calendar pages and black lace *******
The euthanasia of the spring would have hung us too if we had breathed it in
The Last calls and lollipops
One can repose more gently in the absence of color than in the theft of sin
Bitten manicured hands and autumn leaves
We used to sleep in a room with wonders, windows, and blankets within
Midnight whispers and rooftops
It was the only place that could soften the swords in all this ruin
****** wrappers and painting supplies
Today is cruel, it cannot be summer if the world doesn’t spin
Happy hour cocktails and goodbyes
Jan 2013 · 891
Andres
anne collins Jan 2013
I drank my poison quietly in the recesses of reality
Spinning ever spiritedly
Into
The solemn silence of my sanctuary

We spent the night dissolved in words: the hours were only rain drops
Pounding ever persistently
Against
The rip tide of the clock’s cruel countdown

I braved the path of honesty and the road of mischief in my turn
Vacillating ever vividly
Between
The intersection of fragile concepts defining good and evil
Jan 2013 · 1.1k
Fabian
anne collins Jan 2013
Keep you cigarettes and your bike rides and your middle shelf whiskey
But keep it all to under covers
Hide it up in your designer pillow case
Before you hurt someone else

Oh keep your nightmares and melodies that resonate all through the dark
Keep your silence and your wonder
Wrap it up silk and ribbon laced
Before you break someone’s heart

Keep your stars and fresh laundry, keep your ***** bathroom sink
Keep your bright eyes and your mystery
Encase it inside your hard drive
Because you’re kiss is tattoo ink

Keep your smirks and your ashes, keep your whispers, and your linens and skin
Keep your hallowed muddied hallways, and your misty charcoal eyes
But lock your coveted front door
Let no one within or inside

Keep your photographs and heirlooms, keep your laughter to yourself
Keep your banter and your video games
In safe or in a dungeon
Just make sure they ruin no one’s health

Keep your Prozac and your cauldron, keep your fingertips at bay
Keep your snores and your embrace
Somewhere that’s simple and alone
Or you’ll ****** another Juliet this way

Keep your promises of grandeur, and your sidewalks full of lust
Keep your fire escapes and lonely places
Out of reach
Or all who touch will turn to dust

Keep your valor keep your pseudo-wisdom, put it with your white t-shirts
Keep your childhood and weaponry
Underground safe and sound
Before someone else gets hurt

Keep your lips and teeth and syllables; keep your bookcase safe and strong
Keep your nothingness, keep your beauty
Hide it all behind a mask
Or another lover will have to sing this song
Jan 2013 · 657
Liam
anne collins Jan 2013
It was vicious in the shadows, no dream catchers to polish your shine
It was lonely in the corners of love
It’s beautiful when we combine
I know it’s been months now, but your face is still enough

The tears have ceased to flow wearing your badge of honor
The sleepless nights are stripped with other knights
The days are now sanded and softer
There’s a street bar named desire and its sign is glowing bright

But I’d turn my future inside out to be in your arms if you inquired
I’d burn my fortress to the ground
I’d watch while it expired
For without you, it’s always lost not found
anne collins Jan 2013
Why do you always know what to say
And never when to say it?
Why do you always reassure
When nothing is amiss?

Why do you always pave my way
When my path is perfect
Miles of clear pasture
But never when I’m lost in the abyss?

Why do you always warm my blood in the sun
When my skin is golden bronze
And leave me to freeze on new years eve
When the world is winter?

Why do you protect me from the kind hearts of loved ones
And never from  others who wish me harm?
Shielded from the wind but not the rain I believe
That burn you ignite is bitter
Jan 2013 · 628
Henri
anne collins Jan 2013
****** those are who forsake the kingdom for the throne
And ****** are the weak
To be overthrown

Blessed those are who practice, preach, and caress
The doctrine of the strong
If strength they possess

Drowning are those who live above the power of the tides
Cycles are for no one to escape
Truth shall always rise

Already deceased are those who believe their mirth shall not diminish
All will tell you this
Sin greets you not with attack, but a kiss
Jan 2013 · 1.1k
T.J.
anne collins Jan 2013
I wish for you at 9 pm when the bars begin to swell
My voice is hoarse from the cigarettes and wishing at the well
I find you there at midnight by the metro station and Liberty Bell
My legs are strong from sprinting from Bethlehem to hell

I taste you in the morning when you have not come to keep
My lips so sore from kissing company in my sleep
I leave you in the afternoon when you wander but do not seek
My heart is breathless from chasing you down these empty streets

You touch me in the sunrise as daylight falls across this room
Your lips are weak from biting in the cover of the moon
You betray me in the evening, for the evening begins too soon
Your hands are wrecked from calculating the days until we are doomed

You adore me in the city’s spring your smile open wide
Your arms are stretched out beckoning across the horizon and skyline
You waste your honesty as autumn sullies the joy of the 8th avenue line
Your eyes are heavy with insomnia as surely as this pain is mine

I called for you in the dark hours of the early morning that echoed endlessly
My cheeks were flushed in blush and the anxiousness of eternity
I met you at the boulder behind the stone wall where we once shared insanity
My lungs could breathe little but smoke and uncertainty

You met your Juliet that month somewhere in the chill and dark
Your mind was at ease from pursuit if only life was such a simple arc
You drifted upon the waves of confusion for a time while we made each other art
Your stomach hurt from the flowers you ate in the Eden of the park

I awoke you from your slumber to all that exists in the break of war
My ears were picking up radio waves from the allies at the shore
I took you back to the pillow you craved, though it was a different chore
My veins were amplified by ******* and love is such a bore

I waited for you in August, spread across your linen sheets
Our eyes are locked on the calendar counting the days to our defeat
I betrayed my post in October too offender now to do ought but retreat
Our whispers never ventured past the barricade we built in our release

We vanished as January bathed the world in frost and splendor
Our songs were over played and our words lacked the potency of forever
We wrote letters unsent in scribbled ink that would always remain returned to the sender
Our handwriting had been illegible since September

We spared one another the grace of good-byes and false promises
Our teeth were sharpened for fresh bars and unknown kisses
We would wander sometimes through the haunts where we used to feel delicious
Our memories aching with the scent of a memory that will never miss us
Jan 2013 · 2.1k
Sullivan
anne collins Jan 2013
I was nothing but a teacup in your fingertips
Sliding and slipping, shattering
I was nothing but snowflake in your abyss
Floating, flying, faltering

I was little but a shamrock in your field
Invisible, irresistible, inspiring
I was little but a knight’s wooden shield
Dangling, desperate, dying

You only ever were a word in an epic poem
Useless, universal, unifying,
You were only ever a lyric unsung and unknown
Waltzing, wandering, wavering

You became the tragic figure in the snow globe
Imperfect, ironic, isolating
You became the space that filled the empty wardrobe
Tired, tedious, trespassing

I was as small as pretty as a conquest
Coy, cuffed, charming
I was as small as a name in a black book’s list
Smudged, smeared, sparkling

I was as innocent as your favorite horror films
Vicious, veiled, vying
I was as deadly as your favorite poison
Cyanide, clarity, corroding

I was as lost as a vintage world map
Outdated, ostracized, offending
I was as furious as an Olympian’s final lap
Ephemeral, evermore, evading

I was as uncertain as a Polaroid candid
Gray, golden, growing
I was as adrift as an airplane with no landing
Turning, trying, tumbling

You were as lonesome as the plains of Montana
Wide, whistling, waiting
You were as lifeless as the eye of the camera
Fixed, fruitless, fleeting

We were as doomed as the ides of March
Lamenting, looming, leering
We were as fated as the planks of the cross
Destined, dripping, drowning

We were as simple as the heart of a fairy tale’s journey
Cruel, careful, converting
We were as heroic as the martyr of tomorrow’s yesterday
Unburied, Unknown, undoing

We are as fickle as the triumphant burn of inebriation
Sweet, sinful, smoldering
We are as distant as the chasm between here and the purpose of our creation
Bruised, buried, borrowing

We are as shameful as the last cigarette
Anxious, alone, ailing
We have been as deceitful as long as our secret’s rest
Silver, swallow, savoring

We could have been as inexplicably grand as royal gems
Imposing, imploring, imploding
We could have been as scarred as our nightly Amen
Begging, bleeding, belaboring

We were almost ivory and innocent
Fearful, favorable, frittering
We were almost hell-bound and Satan-sent
Satin, silk, slaughtering

We are unwritten words and syllables on blank pages
Neat, nuanced, needing
We are unseen images on unpainted canvas without aging
Perfect, peaceful, pirouetting

We are as final as the stroke of white paint against the night
Rebellious, rivaling, riveting
We were as concrete as the glittering sidewalks in city moonlight
Gilded, glowing, gone
Jan 2013 · 983
Tommy
anne collins Jan 2013
The blur of the subway reflection inspired me to
Inspired me to, to believe in
The crimson blood that flowed within you
You and your hollow valentines card veins

The bite of the winter wisps of wind asked me to
Asked me to, to remember if
Your embrace was the dagger sugar coated blue
The first icicles to fall in January’s pain

The drip and dance of the winter medication forced me to
Forced me to, to make love against
The memories that held me close within the heart’s decadent hue
I never asked for his real name

The salt and citrus that embraced the tequila motivated me to
Motivated me to, to waste tears upon
Your deep violet royalty and my role as the ingenue
I only wished to offer you a red paper crane

The pallor of my skin introduced me to
Introduced me to, to the truth
And nothing but the truth, so help me God, I cooed
Drive me somewhere beautiful, a place I cannot blame

The final echo of your weary voice released me to
Released me to, to an apocalyptic city
The street was reduced to a cemetery so I choose the avenue
The four horsemen galloped in the sanctuary of the bus lane

The loneliness of restless half-hearted dreaming lead me to
Lead me to, to a crystal forgotten river
It stretched through the city and the city’s shoes
Winding in and out like a vagrant gone insane

A switching staircase indebted me to
Indebted me, to the essence of humanity
It explained all is made so that it can be broken through
No river shall ever flow without rain

The bright of the afternoon convinced me to
Convinced me to, to stand before the mirror
Bright eyes and shaking lips sparkled wet with diamond dew
She blamed cupid’s arrow for it was surely improperly aimed

A lover, half asleep and half in dreams, insisted me to
Insisted me to, to scream until I collapse
It was the only sound I could honestly make to begin anew
He promised without shame

The blare of the harsh siren in the night awoke me to
Awoke me to, to a dream I once believed
The vivid coloration and forms were an artistic witch’s brew
I’ve been to love, so I’ve been to war and I shall never be the same
Jan 2013 · 695
Angelo
anne collins Jan 2013
I needed you dearly once, the chasm of your chest
Inhaling against Eden, north, south, east, west
I loved you once nearly, the frown of your eyes in June
Narrowing against the heart of the harvest love in the twisted moon

I sense the scent of your body by the seaside
I wrote you a goodbye that you ignored to resume where you reside
I left a flower by the bed we used to occupy in affection
I wish I wasn’t aware I’ll remain the petal that came undone

And now I write postcards in my mind from my new window pane
And you walk along our streets as thought I never had a name
We crossed off a future but burned the past
The evening was aware the night would never outlast
The burn of the new dawn
Jan 2013 · 1.1k
Paddy
anne collins Jan 2013
Oh to be young and un-requited
Oh to be young and especially invited
All the room smelled of smoke and longing
All the world maintained it’s indifference to the dawning
Of my newly opened eyes

Pale skin against equal pallor
Cowardice foiled with equivalent valor
Crimson scars on ivory parchment
Lost icebergs, lost Titanics
Of newly vacated oceans

Reckless touches result in wrecked armor
Desperate clutches on a soldier’s shoulders
Ruins of empires strewn among our streets
Seven dead businessmen electrocuted for greed
Of the homes that they built with coins

Pages burned in the flames of indifference
All that is slaughtered for love is heaven sent
A ghost twisting through memories
Haunting the April showers and the November breeze
Of the summer of our lives
Jan 2013 · 970
Tyler
anne collins Jan 2013
You wished to erase the chalkboard misery
That belongs to those who suffer from the plague of infatuation
I vanished inside the finest of city wineries
I did not die, I’m the moonshine that has evaporated

You walk on the road thus far taken
I watch you leave from coast to lighthouse
Your direction reveals our adoration forsaken
But I’m just lipstick, a vision, and an unbuttoned blouse

Against the ocean salt
Against the sand of time
Against the Victorian waltz
Against all prose or rhyme
I am just a beat your heart once jumped
Across the equator line
You are nothing more than a hero lost
With the emptiness of a lover’s crime
Jan 2013 · 751
Harrison
anne collins Jan 2013
I locked you away in my mother’s locket
A prison where memories corrode into herbal poisons
Nothing without forgiveness can we forget?
A prison where deadly sins dissolve into sevens

I have forsaken the daylight’s calm
And forged deep within the restlessness of our veins
I have uncovered blank parchment
Invisible ink only visible in the year’s first rain
I will remember the curves of your form
But I shall forgive the curves of your fame
Jan 2013 · 715
Jack
anne collins Jan 2013
Heartbeats falter in the ever present glow of
The moonlight that touches
The heartbeat in the glitter of the snow
I  faded, waiting in the heart of our park
The lake was breathless
Silence in the ever present dark
Frost-covered winter daises

I wrote a poem for you that you wished not to read
I crossed seas for you that your dark irises wished not to see
I wept water you would be happy to drain
If only for the promise of
My autumn was finished with its agony of rain
Your heart was empty enough
Desiring only a confident touch
I know so little of love

— The End —