Anne B

Anne B Jun 2014

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Would you be able to separate me from the crowd,
even in a crowd with the faces of monsters?

Thoughts.

Anne B Jun 2014

Norwegian:
”Og kjærligheten ble verdens opphav og verdens hersker; men alle dens veier er fulle av blomster og blod, blomster og blod.”

TRANSLATED BY ME:

English:
"And love turned out to be the origin of the world and its master; but all of its roads are filled with flowers and blood, flowers and blood."

I truly love this excerpt from Hamsund's 'Victoria'. This book reminds me to believe in love - even when it sounds like a horrible cliché.

#love #norwegian #hamsund #knuthamsund #norsk #1890s

Anne B Jun 2014

Reflections

I’m a writer
I **** my own joy to jolt down words
I **** heroes and I see beauty too late
I leave people just as they leave me too.

I’m a writer
I destroy the people I care about, make them leave
as I run and I miss them when their bags are packed.
But their stories still travel my world;
my pages.

So, I think I’m a writer.

I find my muse and I get afraid and
the demons inside of me force me to fill
the pages. And I do it.

Only to realise a muse might
also be someone I care about.

But I push people away.

And I give myself a lonely life;
in which I bleed and sweat for empty
words and empty stories.

**4.04.14

The muse does have emotions too, I fear. But he disappeared for me anyway.

#poetry #writing #loneliness #meta #curses

Anne B Jun 2014

Concrete Ground / Mentality

It's that bitter taste
again
it comes and goes like the seasons; the sun and the moon; the rain and the sky; the wind and the stillness.
It's windy out here,
in the cold
in the open
so fragile
I am
out here
Does it ever stop
that feeling,
I ask.
Yes,
you answer, when you are dead. You tell me.
But why does it have to hurt, I ask you again.
You smile.
No, it doesn't always hurt, I tell myself.

**6.5.12.

I wrote this as one of my first poems. I think it's one of my better ones. It's simple and honest.
[EDIT: This is published on http://everywritersresource.com/poemeveryday/concrete-ground-by-anne-h-bakke/!! Yay!]

#life #beauty #change #simplicity #psyche #mentality

Anne B Jun 2014

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You thought you could love, but darling.

You are the Arctic Ocean.

**— 3.05.14

Not a poem, in truth. Just another one of my confessions.

#love #short #cold #apathy #2014 #inability #blunt #unloving #heonanisle

Anne B Jun 2014

Two predators

Distant cars somewhere nearby
Travelling unknown places and
sleeping people in their beds.
Wet pillows. I think my roof is
leaking.
The sound of shoes on soaked
dark pavement and the smell of
damp clothes - wet hair.
This was supposed to be our moment.
And you sang.
But it kept raining.

**March 25th 2014

I'm starting to think this, in fact, WAS our moment. Walking home after a pub quiz in the rain, with winter jackets in March. You fascinated me more and more.

#love #short #rain #moments #diary

Anne B Jun 2014

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I wanted to name a poem after you.

But I'm afraid you'll destroy that too.

**May 29th 2014

Too late. I already did. I hate how I fell so hard.

#short #destroyed #meta #blunt