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 Sep 2013 Run
Just Anna
I GET IT NOW.
remember how it was treacherous to think of a person to be more than a person
I made that mistake.
I thought of myself as more than a person
a weak empty vessel
that can only function when God sends
that river to flow through you, empowering you
how silly of I to think otherwise
I see now
and I kid you not
This is the most humble I have ever been so far

Even the strength we have
is not of ours
not mine to give
not mine to take
but its by God's grace that we have

It all makes sense now
everything that had happened
it clicks
I see the connection
ohmygoodness
how blind I have been

My pride led to my fall
painful yet its an awakening I so gratefully receive
I must know my place
a mere human being.

We don't hold the ability to change people
don't you see
that argument we had about how class bonding was useless
how we tried so hard but in the end you told me
humans can't change personality
humans can't change people
only God can

I argued
and now I find that
you were right all along
why was I so freaking blind

I took matters into my own hands
and I would not now
ever.

Because I am but a mere human being
I can't force anything
because it's not in my power or right.

I can only wait for him
to use me
by his mercy and grace.

Have you ever felt that feeling
where your mind transforms
from being cloudy, dark and grey
sitting in that grey area that just grows larger and larger as time ticks

and suddenly it clears.
Like sunshine after rain
I was brought to my knees
I fell.

And I'm glad I did
because never have I been so lost and selfish
that was my lesson.
this whole week was my lesson

and I thank you Lord for that lesson
 Sep 2013 Run
Just Anna
It's treacherous to believe that a person is more than a person
I never really understood this line
till now

It really is treacherous
misleading
feeds your thoughts

that person loses her identity
she just becomes an idea.
and you my dear believe in that idea of her
so strongly you forget who she is.

don't
Because one day reality would come along
and turn the switch on to bring gravity back
leaving you waking up on the concrete floor
concussed and crying
bleeding and dying
**cheated of feeling
 Sep 2013 Run
Just Anna
Oh great
Now I can multitask
Playing the piano and rethinking
All my stupid actions

Oh how great
Daydreaming even while playing piano
Simply marvellous
What a handy talent right?

Who doesn't want it
You get to practice
And set the background music
While you replay your nostalgic film
Of how dumb your words have been
How insensitive they were
How over the top you have been

A lovely talent
For a lovely mind
 Sep 2013 Run
phantasmal
some stories deserve to be flaunted
but some storytellers prefer to keep them safe
of stories where the darkest parts
are hidden in everyone's everyday lives
yet we never seem to notice
a single word
a single touch
the barest of bare whispers
they may one day spin a complicated story
even though they'll never be told

have you ever heard the story of
how a sad girl threw her blades away?
"don't cut," he had said, "put those away"
and she had listened because she was happy
"i'll only allow you," he had smiled, "one cut"
and she'd asked him what he meant
"but only if you think i've made you sad"
he had been so confident
but of course there had to be an ending
the story ended with one cut
(a life ended with one cut)

have you ever heard the story of
the star serenading the moon?
with a hopeful heart and fiery passion it
sang songs of love
to a naive moon whose face turned to the sun—
to a moon with a captured soul

and some people do question
what purpose do stories even serve?
aren't they merely fictional tales
spun from one's deepest heart's desire?
this is one problem that we face
we believe in the lies
but refuse to face the truths
aren't our hearts so deep in denial
let me ask you, can you breathe?

with every single breath we draw
a new story is finished
it only depends on us if we want it to be known
or it'll only stay in the depths of consciousness
and no one will ever ask
we can tell stories in the form of poems
or a bedtime lullaby

but storytellers we are
because the endings lie at our fingertips
and we are the ones
who will choose which finger to point

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 Sep 2013 Run
Just Anna
If they make fun of your accent
I'll take you swimming because
we all sound the same underwater
 Sep 2013 Run
Just Anna
What made everything sink in
fall on me
like heavy bricks
crushing every breath from me

was those words you said
"That's why I always ask you to take care of yourself.
Don't take all these small things lightly. You never know
"

And it hit me
Real bad.
What if one day these things happened to her
All those countless online medical checks
what if they meant more

and tomorrow
I hope it goes well tomorrow
It must
It will
 Aug 2013 Run
The Black Beast
She felt she was a jellyfish, floating round, manipulated easily, seen through, landing where she landed and leaving when she’d leave. But occasionally she’d hurt those that got too close.

She’d sting them. She didn’t want to. And was sorry ever since, but her tentacles were made. Made with the stingers ready for anyone that got too close.

She tried to stay away from the sea but needed it to survive, so she’d drift in the same currents, the same as everyone else just kept distance, kept them safe.

Until that brave turtle came along, nearly impenetrable. So protected from danger and he lured her away from loneliness. There was a moment of convincing. He had to show her that he was strong enough and he seemed strong enough to resist her pains.

But he was too strong, too bottled up in his shell. No communicating with the inside, and it was tough for her. After a while he let down his guard and with one quick motion he slipped on her tentacle. He was hurt and left.

Now left alone to face the current with few jellyfish friends who had chosen the back path, but she needed someone close and as much as she loved her friends, they weren’t enough.

She hasn’t forgot that turtle to this day and she wished upon a twinkling coral that she may have him back. But maybe it isn’t meant to be.

Back to reality now, enough with the fish metaphors, as much as I like them. I guess I like them because they make me feel like I could be close to her. Maybe even close enough to be her turtle. One problem.

I can’t swim
I know it's a story, but it felt strong enough to put up here.
 Aug 2013 Run
maybella snow
i really need to scream
all          these
emotions out
 Aug 2013 Run
maybella snow
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 Aug 2013 Run
phantasmal
a for the anxiety that burns in my heart
b for the brutality of your words
c for the chances you never take
d for every door you kept close
e for the efforts i've wasted on you
f for the freedom we locked up in cages
g for the gardens that grow weeds
h for the hands that grasp at hope
i for the illusions of this world
j for the jars we keep our hearts in
k for the kisses you pressed to my jaw
l for the laundry you left on my floor
m for the memories that refuse to fade
n for the nostalgia that haunts my dreams
o for the onslaught of grayest rain
p for the parachutes we forgot when we jumped
q for the questions that don't have answers
r for the rebels in us who will never die
s for the satellites we resemble too much
t for the trains we could never catch up
u for the umbrellas that are broken and torn
v for the vengeance we shouldn't seek
w for the winters that never end
x for the false Xs they drew on maps
y for the years that pass like days

and

z for zilch interest, the interest you never had in me

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