Anne B

Anne B Jul 2014

Who are they killing?
These human beings running away from themselves
and away from those we love;
and away from those who leave us;
By choice we choose to love
and hate at the same time
For no love is so great it can strangle flames;
For no human being is so great he can change the world;
But it is quite so possible to bomb away,
anyway
At great heights,
we push buttons and exterminate millions
And it wasn’t our fault,
but the machine
The machine is our great deceiver and the machine
is what we feed with black gold
Black gold, at the bottom of oceans and
mixed with
blood
on battlefields

Who do they keep killing?
For their love of people, they ****
They **** reflections of their own families and friends
The cruel game of war
We love and hate
and we love to hate
and we
hate distances
but we create so much distance as if
the machine; air planes; bombs and knives
could destroy our bodies
At the end
we dread those distances
Those distances are ways to death and ways to die
We hated those distances
in the end;
we regret the moments of breath we didn’t
share
in fear of being rejected
When we run away from each other
We hate each other
And we love to play the game of
forgiveness and pain

Open up and love people
even when they are rejecting you
Because that’s just our
nature
Because war is in our nature
Because we should see the flickers of right and wrong
Because we should stop
before we start
killing one another
like small soldiers
Falling,
and never
coming back to us
Read the last lines backwards
That could be us

**07.07.14

Oh. It's two in the morning. Again.

#love #war #life #relationships #people #night #politics #am #weapons #bombs

Anne B Jul 2014

CONCEALED / BETRAYED

Friends are the best
when they stay
But friends have
timestamps
on them.
Imprinted in fine
ink.
Their love
is like watches.
Always
ticking.
Always somewhere.
Moving, chasing.

And lovers are the best
when close to your heart.
Oh, dear.
You pull them
so
close.
You can’t even breathe.
Their strangles
are lovely,
but they always hurt once their hands
let go.
And now your heart
stops
beating.

In life thus far, I’ve come to see
people.
People are strangers.
People are dying.
People exist.
People make love and
break each other.
Yes, just like that.
Carve it up
properly.

And I’m the best
alone.

**5.07.14

I'm currently watching Hanna.

#friends #loneliness

Anne B Jun 2014

colours

If I were to colour our world
I'm afraid
I would only cover it in
pain.

**25.06.14

Not so much a poem.

#short #blunt

Anne B Jun 2014

DRAPED IN SHADES OF SILVER LININGS

Sometimes, I think
I could have been that girl
At first I thought I could have been the popular, pretty, pretentious
…
I could be the centre
I walk past you and you could envy me;
I’m the one on the corner – the grey mouse

But as a grey mouse,
I think my perspectives have changed
I think I can see the faint contours of truth
Now

I was always an unusual girl
Given the circumstances;
I should have broken down
Long, long ago
If I had believed in fate -
My aspiration date was due
long, long ago

And I
could have been

I could have been the girl who stormed out of the classroom, crying
I could have been the girl aching every day; every minute
But my sickness had holidays
I could have been the girl crying herself to sleep, every night
I could have been the girl making red art on her arms
I could have been the thin girl
I could have been the girl crunched over the toilet-seat

I could be the saddest face you have ever seen
But hope is my great illusion and my illusions
are sometimes better than life

So, I created another world for myself
to live in
So, I sold my soul for this
So, I gave up everything
But I lost nothing

When the sun sets
I’m still here

When the sun goes up,
I’m still here

An apple is still an apple,
even if it’s
eaten up;
Even if it’s rotten

A human is still a human being
with one less limb
But now the human is less of a human
You see,
there’s a scale
you can’t see
Step on the scale
Step off

I’m still me –
Even now
One less dream
One more forged smile

Sometimes, I think I could have been so much more
I think I could have been whole
Maybe
If I was allowed to break down and cry
If I was allowed
to be
honest

To be that girl, a little while
Maybe I too -
Could be saved
?

**25.06.14

Oh well.

#personal #again #blunt #oc #ocpoetry #lifestory

Anne B Jun 2014

.

If you can't write when you're happy

Stay dead

Anne B Jun 2014

DARKNESS

The darkness will make you strong
I promise you
It won’t do you wrong
Then why do you sleep with the lights on?

They’ll all be gone
Once the nights are long
Darkness won’t do you wrong
Curtains are drawn
You are not asleep

Wetting your bed and then
staying up to weep
So that is life
Who knew growing up would offer such a mountain steep?
Again, again, again

Sleep
Let go of the kitchen knife
When the sun has set
all eyes are black
Now you see the night as a potential threat
Wishing for the light to come back
But wait –
Dawn break is coming
Meet your fate

Don’t you hate –
the memories, humming to a different song
A song you once tried suppress
Now you’re staring down at your life
It’s all a mess
Even so
Less
and
less

The glow
I guess,
Is not a shoe fit for your toe

Panic

Light covers everything;
Unwashed drawn curtains;
Midnight dances on the carpet;
Broken bottles;
Again, again, again
The kitchen knife;
Your broken bedside lamp;
Blood drops;
Wet cheeks;
- Everything the night covered up is brought into the light
Your wight can’t live in this sight
Can you follow?

So bright
Shut your eyes
You won’t have to fight
Daylight is not meant for your lie

"He's been dead for 48 hours," the police statement reads.

**19.06.14

I'm thinking the night is another kingdom.

I'm trying out rhyme for the first time. It feels sort of cheesy, but it flows good as well. Again: I'm sorry I tag. But I'd love some feedback.

#pain #darkness #rhyme #nights #contemporary #2014 #oc #ocpoetry

Anne B Jun 2014

WORLD WAR I

He was the shootings in Sarajevo
to my sorrow

Memories were the reasons
Self-detest, the most prominent
Self-destruction, the ultimate goal

**8.06.14

It's not that it's just heartbreak I'm suffering from now. They believe so. But I think he simply was the catalyst for what's happening right now. Meh.

#short