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 Oct 2017 Anne Webb
Emma Faith
hazy
 Oct 2017 Anne Webb
Emma Faith
you can almost smell
the rose colored clouds
almost hear the whispers
of sullen storms
slowly changing the sky
from champagne to silver,
feeble strands of gold
slicing through
the dark heavens
a crack! of thunder
breaking through the
loudening voices
and the sky falls silent.
blue blue blue
the whispers reside
dark silhouettes
of the unknown
take their places
until the break of dawn
black pink golden blue evening skies. all is as it should be.
I am a woman , I should be timid - They say
I am a human , I know no limit  - I say,

My existence is not meant for your judgment
Crushing me is not a sign of your triumphant,

My love for you has always been abundant
Why am I the one to make all the adjustments,

Look into my eyes , you'll see a twinkle
Savaging it , is so sinful,

My demand for freedom makes you reluctant
Clothed in societal norms , I have to bear its repercussion,

How are the governing laws so different for Both
What makes you so nervous of my growth,

Why do I have to fight for what is my right
Why do you enjoy my plight,


Being submissive is declared my attire
No one hears what my heart desires,

I am not the one to dance on your note
I am a volcano that erupts on my own,

I don't demand anything extraordinary
All I seek is equality,

Equality to Breathe without fear
Equality to be safe my dear!!!!!
A tribute to Equality of a woman
 Sep 2017 Anne Webb
Miss Honey
I’m gay I’m gay I’m gay I’m gay I'm gay
it kind of
spills off my tongue
when I don’t want it to
an
impulse
a
burning choke in my throat
falling out of me when I wish it would stay inside
when strangers are around
when
they really don’t need to know

it’s painted on my face
it’s written on the backs of my hands
my collarbone is burning white hot with a tell
and my eyes watering every secret of it

can they tell?
can everyone see right through me?
I’m
too scared to ask
somehow
also too scared to keep it inside

It wants out more than anything
but
she wants to be safe more than anything
I've never been good at
Being touched.

Though the fingers
Of endless suitors
Have traced incomparable
Lines of affection,
They all stroke
The same wounds.

New hands feel like
Recycled lullabies,
Humming promises
Of a new melody,
Singing a remedy for
My impassivity.

Whether words fall
Passionate or
Fearful,
Endearment lines my lips
With an expiration
Long enough to convince me,
But short enough to leave me.

Reminding me:
The disintegration of
Indifference
Remains
My prerequisite
For destruction.

So before you
Touch me with
Promises of a new
Orchestration,
I'm already marking the
Days until you leave.

Because my skin
Is tired of
Intruders hidden
Behind momentary
Infatuation.

So keep your hands to yourself.
 Jul 2017 Anne Webb
Emma Faith
you'd think i'd know better
than to stumble under his gaze
but my feet don't listen
my heart is so
so impatient
my fingers crave the touch
of his soft brown curls

you'd think i'd know better
than to stare when he walks past
my mother taught me better
but she didn't teach me
how to tame the curiosity
of my hungry mind

you'd think i'd know better
than to fall for the boy
who doesn't stumble
who doesn't stare
who knows better
than to fall for someone like me
wow i hate crushes aka what my mind thinks about on 11 hour flights...
 Jun 2017 Anne Webb
Emma Faith
dance with the constellations until your hands are covered in dust
feel the warmth of broken planets and the coldness of the earths crust
be strong like atlas and hold up the sky's weight
drink up the milky way and spin around andromeda's plate
ride the comets across the sky and around the sun
rest your tired head on the crescent moon
and while you drift off, sing a lullaby to the universe as you become one
 Jun 2017 Anne Webb
Emma Faith
and by this point
it feels
like
infinity
is just
out
of
r e a c h
 Jun 2017 Anne Webb
Emma Faith
this is it
this is happiness

starlit lakes and starlit eyes
soft fingers tangled through mine
rose petals and dewy perfume
heavy kisses beneath the moon
'good night love' 'sleep well my dear'
burning love and growing fear
shattered hearts and tearstained cheeks
missing warmth under the sheets
crooked smiles, no one can see
a crossed out heart carved in a tree

this is it
this is happiness?
i wanted to write a sonnet, wrote a sad poem instead what a surprise

love hurts, man
 Jun 2017 Anne Webb
Julia Mae
-
 Jun 2017 Anne Webb
Julia Mae
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i was alone before you found me
and i can be alone again when you leave
(i don't need anything from you)
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