Anne Webb: Favorites

Oct 2018 Anne Webb

Death by Decoy

I can't tell directly
What's not meant to be
I can't ask you to feel
Something you learned to conceal
One can only speak in metaphors
About their dented, key less doors

When life puts you in a challenging test
I can only provide you a life vest
As the storm hits you with sheer force,
Don't give up, recall your hope's source

Please endure for a little more
And wait for when you can swim back ashore

To those who feel like their life is in constant battle with an endless storm, I'm sure you'll win the fight if you endure and stay strong.

#depression #survive #endure

Oct 2018 Anne Webb

My Family Isn't Broken

Oct 2018 Anne Webb

Death by Decoy

My Family Isn't Broken

A busy, coffee-smelling Sunday morning
With noisy banters while cooking and dining
Natural gatherings with our parents
A time to fix the little cracks and bents

But alas, my father is under the soil
While mother uses her time to toil
And I am left in my own devices
Do try to imagine how everyday is

And oh, please try to remember albeit
I am not a sad child at all, at least not yet
For I always reason, not in deceit,
That my family isn't broken, just incomplete

#family

Oct 2018 Anne Webb

Gulf

Oct 2018 Anne Webb

Death by Decoy

Gulf

So I;

I move in the same pace as the river.
I flow along with it as I keep a shiver;
Ignoring all the rocks that come my way,
so never will I be in one place to stay.

Yet you;

You struggle against the fast moving water.
You flow against it with a sturdy little quiver;
Using the rocks as so to keep you at bay,
then breathe a sigh of contentment and stay.

#gulf #disparity #river #you #and #i

Sep 2018 Anne Webb

Please listen

Sep 2018 Anne Webb

Semicolon

Please listen

Hey mom-dad, listen.
Hit me, hate me, throw me out,
But don't shut me up.

My dear mom, my dear dad,
Please listen to me talk.
You're the place where I can unveil myself and be true to who I am.
You're the place where I can pour my heart out and expect to be heard.
You're the place I want to spend my life talking and being heard.
Please don't tell me to shut up
Because I talk too much,
Because no one likes what I speak,
Because I talk *******,
Because no one would listen to me,
Because I need to stay silent sometimes,
Because nobody likes the stories I have to tell,
Please don't tell me to shut up,
Just because that's what I need to do.
Listen to me.
Please.

#parents #please #listen #talk #shut #up #express #sad #haiku #semicolon

Sep 2018 Anne Webb

Blessed are the damned.

Sep 2018 Anne Webb

thepoeticwit

Blessed are the ******.

"**** it"
no
I refuted

I said,
"Bless it"

The world is enough a hell to be ******
Why curse it further?

a mini-work

#blessed #****** #sad #happy

Aug 2018 Anne Webb

i touched your soul

Aug 2018 Anne Webb

Isabelle

i touched your soul

i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again

Jun 2018 Anne Webb

gray

Jun 2018 Anne Webb

ali

gray

i've run out of poetry,
and now all i'm left with
is gray.

gray surroundings,
gray people.
i'm lost in a world
that's lost in itself.

i can't find the words
to even say what i'm feeling,
because all i see is confusion
staring right back at me.

i'm in a room full of mirrors,
my own reflection
not appearing
because i've lost myself
in the depths of my thoughts.

someone,
please find me,
someone, anyone,
i'm gasping for air
that's not even there.

no one understands,
yet you're all here to listen.

there's only one problem.

i can't find the words-
i've run out of poetry.

my solution to having writer's block but also desperately needing to write at the same time

#gray #confusion #emotions #poetry

Jun 2018 Anne Webb

Pain II

Jun 2018 Anne Webb

Barker

Pain II

I see you standing there
I can see the pain masked by a smile
I can see how broken you are

I want to help you
I want to make you feel wanted
I want to make you happy

But I don't know how
I don't know what to do
I don't know how to act

I wish I could help you
I want to help you
I can help you

I've been through this
I know how this works
I know how I got through this

Maybe I can heal those scars on your wrist
I just want you to open up
I need you to open up

I know that it is hard
I understand what this means
I might not understand completely

I can try to understand
I will understand
I just need you to trust me

Please
Let Me
Help You

Don't
Shut Me
Out

(c)ibarker

For the one who has my heart

#pain #help #i #wish #trust #scars

May 2018 Anne Webb

11.4.2018

May 2018 Anne Webb

Wind Lass

11.4.2018

I dealt death today.

I know it’s a part of the job.
I know I’ve seen it too many times to count.
But today,
I felt it.

I left the room long after their family did.
There was no where I could go
To escape their

Roaring grief.

They were long gone.
And I was left with their precious baby.
I curled his arms and legs up
Closed his eyes
Wrapped him up gently.
With love and respect
Here he’ll sleep forever.

And oh,
They are so thankful,
That it was me
That I understood
That I was so careful
That I spent the time with them.

And you’re not supposed to take it with you.
You’re supposed to leave it
When they walk out the door
With one less goodbye.

But I took it with me today.

The way they felt before
The way they felt after
The long quiet goodbyes
The man in a suit on his knees weeping
The mother and son making a cocoon
Sheltering their dying baby.
The solemn face of the woman who plays god.
The green death.
The last breath.
The heaving of the living as he gave his last.
The waiting.
Slower rhythm.
Quieter.
‘He’s gone now’.

I watched the clock
The same way I had
An hour before
Waiting for death.

Soon as I could
I fled out the door
Ran into the street
Tried to outrun it

Instead I ran to you
I dialled your number
With shaking hands

I know I’m not supposed to
But all I wanted was you
Your voice

Ringing out
Thankfully
I wept alone.

Today I dealt death
And I found I am not strong enough
To sustain this
Alone
Or for long.

I found I still consider you my haven
Deep down
But that you are not my haven anymore
Or should be.

I listened to the silence
After the call rang out
And decided

What will I do when I hit the last straw? What becomes of me and my useless brain? This was too much today. I wish I didn’t want you. I’ve made an obsession out of you.

#macoeur #death