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Anka Oct 2023
I hope someone thought of me
When reminiscing on days long past
Of memories on crowded sidewalks
And me in their peripheral, existing quietly
Oct 2023 · 83
Those who loved you
Anka Oct 2023
A cup of tea and daisy keychains
Mark your presence in my peripheral
Oh, dirt,
Why did you take them from me?
Don’t you have enough to bury
Today, I prayed to God to let me die
And I was cursed with the knowledge that I will keep living
I’m not someone that will be missed for very long
So the pain I bear wont be moved to many
Why are you gone
And why was I ever here?
Oct 2022 · 111
Brother
Anka Oct 2022
Those hands that used to turn the pages of a Bible
now load **** into a bowl,
fingers shaking
Jan 2021 · 125
Overdue
Anka Jan 2021
All mom ever wanted
Was to see all of her kids in church
And it happened
On the day of her funeral
Jan 2021 · 134
Constellations
Anka Jan 2021
I looked at you, and I saw stardust on your cheeks,
Saturn in your eyes,
and comets falling from your fingertips.
Mar 2019 · 170
Year of Memories
Anka Mar 2019
I can’t say when it started,
me grabbing on to every precious moment
while life taunts me like a ticking clock
counting down the seconds
until my heart shatters into pieces.

It became more than a hobby or a habit,
it became an obsession.

Still as a stone,
not breathing,
I can spend hours upon hours
rewatching and remembering
what I would never let myself forget.

It’s both a blessing and a curse;
struck dumb
watching pictures and fragments dance in my mind's eye,
the only things moving are my lips that smile
and the tear that runs down my cheek.

From the vast expanse that is my mind,
new ideas and new thoughts come to light,
things I've never thought of before,
never realized.

Fragments of a shattered poem
that will be sung as a lullaby in a hundred years,
remembered by those who thought they forgot.

Yet I lay here, and remember.

The white walls tell their own stories
and are pressing in,
but the floor beneath my back is keeping me grounded,
keeping me sane.

My mind will continue to spin its tales
until I'm lost in them
from now until forever.

The end result is still the same.

No matter how long,
how hard you hold on,
there will always come a time for it to go,
whatever it is.

You will still hold on until you can't any longer,
until all you have left
is the bittersweet memories
and the pictures
left in dusty frames.
Mar 2019 · 737
Bed
Anka Mar 2019
Bed
There are many people you can lay in bed with,
But there are few who you'll want to wake up with
Mar 2019 · 969
Brother
Anka Mar 2019
Your heart isn't in your feet, but your feet affect your heart.
Feb 2019 · 147
Summer Sun
Anka Feb 2019
When you think of summer
Of those long, perfect nights
Patios and parties
Below strung fairy lights

When you think of summer
Warm air against your skin
Hands and bodies wander
Whispers full of sin

When you think of summer
There's someone by your side
Loneliness comes easy
But join me for a ride

When you think of summer
The loose, revealing clothes
The freedom we are given
When its over, who knows

When you think of summer
We spend nights counting stars
Loud laughter ringing soundly
Chasing each others cars

When you think of summer
The burning summer sun
The long 2 am car rides
An endless life of fun

When you think of summer
Feet sinking into sand
The bonfires been lighted
I'll hold you by the hand

When you think of summer
The sunset of our lives
We watch the blue waves crashing
As the summer sun dies
Feb 2019 · 423
Thinking of Orphans
Anka Feb 2019
Even the sun can't keep everyone warm at the same time.

What makes you think you can?
Dec 2018 · 159
Blue
Anka Dec 2018
I think in color-
Bright pigmented hues,
Yet I noticed lately
I'm left with dark blues

The blue of the ocean
The blue of the sky
Bruises of skin broken
Blue eyes when they cry

I waited forever-
For that and a day
When blackness took over
My life slipped away

I woke to a ceiling
So white that it hurt
I closed my eyes slowly
With my death - I'll flirt

My colors are fading
All I see is blue
When grey shades come knocking
Then I'll see them too

I feel the years passing
My time slips away
Obscuring my vision
Is tendrils of grey

I sit in silence
Cold and still as stone
On my face, a smile
From sadness is shown

I don't see in color
Least, not anymore
I hear as I ponder
A knock at my door

As I throw it open
My eyes open wide
Its a simple omen:
Time to say goodbye

I wave to the colors
Of long, long ago
With me on this journey
Only blue will go

I'm facing my fears
It clicks piece by piece
After all these years
I can feel at peace
Dec 2018 · 267
Net
Anka Dec 2018
Net
She's all soft curves
And jutting edges
Laugh full of warmth
Eyes frozen over

She's like the snow
She's beautiful
Seems so inviting
But she's so cold

She lies
She cries
Deceives
You love her

You're the fish
Her mask the net
And she's
The fisherman
Nov 2018 · 148
Until We Meet Again
Anka Nov 2018
Could you come back
And stay a little while
I want to see your face
And see you smile

I want to hug you tight
And not let you go
Just sit with my arms around you
For an hour or so

I want to tell you
All about my day
Everything that happened
Today and yesterday

I want to hold your hand in mine
To look into your eyes
I want to ask you questions
To laugh with you and cry

I want to hear your voice
And see your lips move
I want to brush your hair
Style it so you approve

I want to come back home
And see you in the kitchen
You'll greet me with a hug
And a box to put my keys in

I'll help you with the house
And you'll teach me different things
How to cut the carrots
And how to tie together strings

I will learn so much from you
And try to write it down
I know I won't remember
Everything you're saying now

I'll simply spend some time with you
It means so much to me
That you are here today
Right in front of me

I'll try to stay as long
As I possibly can
But either way I'll have to go
The next visit I'll plan

You walk me to your door
And kiss my brow goodbye
You say to me to visit soon
I promise I will try

I get into my car
You're waving to me still
I smile and wave back
Then drive slowly down the hill

Without me noticing at all
A month has passed, then two
So one sunny morning
I decide to visit you

As I'm getting ready
I get a horrid call
It's funny just how fast
Dreams can crash and fall

I'm on my way to see you
But not how it was planned
All of a sudden I'm glad
That I don't have to stand

A couple of days later
It's like nothing has changed
I walk into your house
Furniture's been rearranged

I've spent over a week here
Time keeps flying by, not slow
I'll visit you again
One more time before I go

As my feet touch the gravel
And the green grass on the ground
They carry me over
To where you're laying, safe and sound

In my hands some purple flowers
That I saw on my way here
Thought that it'd be fitting
So they can stay when I'm not near

I kneel down in the dirt
Bow my head to say hello
I tell you about my day
That seemed to be so long ago

I can remember your kind eyes
Still see your gentle smile
Your hands and skin so warm to touch
I'm still in cold denial

Tears are running down my face
And I can't make them stop
I leave my broken heart with you
My salty tears still drop

I place the flowers on your grave
My dearest mother, friend
Getting up, I walk away
Until we meet again
Nov 2018 · 1.8k
Late August Mornings
Anka Nov 2018
Late August mornings
The air is getting cold
Wake up, and pull me closer
The sun is rising slow

Slow, like a butterfly, when it lands on a blade of grass
Slow, like my eyes that open, once and then blink twice
There's no need to go faster, there's no need to rush
These late August mornings, lay still and enjoy life

Lay still and take it in; you're breathing, you're alive

Late August mornings
Feel lazy the whole day
Everything I planned to do
I might not do today

Today, life is perfect, no worries, no regrets
Today I plan to stay asleep and dream away the stress
I dream of pretty butterflies, of wind and scattered petals
These late August mornings, I get to feel alive

Sit there, and imagine, you're perfect, so is life

Late August mornings
Rays coming from the sun
Peeking through my window
Trying to wake me up

Wake me up from the perfect dreams inside my head
Wake me up so that I'll feel safe and sound again
Calm, and very happy, quiet all around
Outside I hear the crickets chirping, birds singing their sound

That moment is the reason I love this late summer month

Late August mornings
Coffee, rumpled sheets
Across the room, a pillowcase
Has landed by your feet

Feet that walked a hundred, a thousand million miles
Feet that carried you through everything you did in life
Nobody else will ever understand who you are, what you do
Nobody else will ever get what you had to go through

You stand there, please understand, you're who you need to be

Late August mornings
The breeze plays with my hair
The open window lets in light
With you, its cozy here

The way you said good morning, smiled and kissed my brow
The way you held me in your arms, I want to feel them now
Loved me unconditionally, but beauty has an end
I'm alone now, you're gone, I just have a head full of memories left

I wish you stayed for longer, but time came for you to go

Late August mornings
Like time came to a stop
I lay alone and think about
Nothing and everything

Everything I said, everything I didn't do
Nothing comes to mind of what I loved more than I, you
Not long ago, life was completely different
Changes will come and go, and you were one of them

You're gone now, and I miss you, a smile ghosts my lips

Late August mornings
It's time for me to go
Wish I could stay for longer
Sun came up long ago

Long time until I'll be able to do this all again
Long time until I'll be able to move on from this mess
But until next summer comes, I'll be here all alone
Until I close my eyes, and imagine you were never gone

Reality comes crashing, to imagine is a dream

Late August mornings
My bed is undisturbed
The sheets are straightened out
The floor has lost the pillowcase

The coffee cup is in the sink, the windows opened wide
The sun is up, the open blinds are letting in the light
Instead of lounging on the bed you can find me on the couch
Staring out the window, in my hands a cup of tea

Late August mornings...

They feel different without you; you are all I'd ever need
I lost my mom just over three months ago, which was about a month before my 16th birthday. This was the first thing I wrote about her, I wrote it on the day I turned 16.
Nov 2018 · 216
The Sun Would Set
Anka Nov 2018
Beams of light
They break the night
But silence stays
Wake me up when the sun would set

From left to right
Like birds in flight
The sun sends rays
Wake me up when the sun would set

Open eyes
They tell no lies
But your mind does
Wake me up when the sun would set

When the sky cries
They act so wise
Who's fault it was
Wake me up when the sun would set

Then darkness falls
Break down my walls
I feel at peace
Wake me up when the sun would set

The night, it calls
Through rooms and halls
My struggles cease
Wake me up when the sun would set

New day, new glow
Only time would know
But don't forget

To wake me up when the sun would set
Nov 2018 · 137
Broken
Anka Nov 2018
Crystal shards
Make up the vases
The lockets and rooms
That hold our fears
Our pain and tears
At bay

A shattered mirror
Has no reason
To exist
For it only shows the broken
And what we try
Our hardest to hide
But which we shouldn't

Picking up pieces
Putting beauty back together
It hurts
When with all of your care
The shards puncture your skin
And you still bleed
Red

Try to touch
A rose
Without thorns
In the end
It is not a rose
But an imposter
You can't have beauty without pain
There is no such thing

Jutting edges
Warn the ones less brave
To stay away
But if there are no brave
What are we left with
How do we survive

Scattered fragments
Give you nothing but pain
Put them back together
Create something beautiful
And there will be a reason
For its existence
Not just survival

Gathering all of
The lost
The shattered
Pieces and fragments
You can try
To put yourself back together
But you can only do so much
Before you get tired
And slip away
Left vulnerable
And broken

When someone brave
Is finally found
It is their decision
To either destroy you
Or put you back together
Piece by piece
But isn't it sad
When only more of us are shattered
None are whole
Anymore

Fragments are what make us
Who we are
They make up the world
Around us
To have something whole
Something perfect
You first need to have something broken
There is no other way to be fixed
For the sick needs a doctor
Not the healthy

And that is what we are
First always broken
And not once
But now we are fixed
Now we are perfect

— The End —