"anns" poems
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times babe
It's good times, yeah
She wash my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high, the help don't stare
They just walk by, they must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes for what you can't imagine, we are the xany gnashing
Caddy smashing, bratty *** he mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the **** for batting practice, adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing ****** grams with half the hand of cash you handed
Panicking, patch me up, Pappy done latch keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and mammy done had enough
Brash as **** breaching all these aqueducts; don't believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt, yup
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
But when I'm drunk I act a fool
Talking 'bout , do they sew wings on tailored suits
I'm on that ledge, she grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like 60 stories
And some don't end the way they should
My silver spoon has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
The red run the rocks in the highlands
rare as diamonds the white
the ancients fumed, a harbinger of doom
Arthurian legends, more bright
The White Stag nver' be caught
running the forests all day and all night
wonder be seen, the emblem of queens
ta a beautiful meaningful, sight
Legends and myths, they abound
tales of proportions large and not slight
touched by the scene, the wonder it means
a portent that things, be alright
Scots Gaelic:
An ruith ruadh na creagan anns a 'Ghàidhealtachd
tearc mar diamaint an geal
bha na seann daoine a 'smuaineachadh, a' toirt ionnsaigh orra
Uirsgeulan Artair, nas soilleir
The White Stag nver 'air a ghlacadh
ruith nan coilltean fad an latha agus fad na h-oidhche
iongnadh ri fhaicinn, suaicheantas nam banrighrean
tha sealladh brìghmhor brìghmhor
Sgeulachdan is uirsgeulan, tha iad gu leòr
sgeulachdan mu chuibhreannan mòra agus chan eil mòran
air a chuairteachadh leis an t-sealladh, an iongnadh a tha e a 'ciallachadh
portent a tha sin, bi gu ceart
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
I loved you at your darkest
You only loved me at my brightest
Your silent tears were an illusion
As you devoured me until depletion
A thousand curses on the hands which broke me
And a thousand curses on the ones which you see
You will never forsake me again.
Bha gaol agam ort aig an àm as dorcha
Cha robh gaol agad orm ach aig an ìre as soilleire
B 'e manadh a bh' anns an deòir sàmbach agad
Fhad 's a bha thu gam ithe gus an robh mi air falbh
Mìle mallachd air na làmhan a bhuail mi
Agus mìle mallachd air na fheadainn a chi thu
Cha trèig thu mi a-chaoidh truilleadh
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 10:37 PM UTC
I remember seeing you in my dreams.
You were walking towards me in a field,
The bottom of your sun dress brushing over queen Anns Lace and yellow wild flowers.
When you made to me you wrapped me in your arms.
I planted a kiss on your forehead.
I miss my dream.
And I miss you.
Sometimes when the sunset is stunning,
It reminds me of how much I want to watch it with you.
I miss you.
In the dead of winter.
When there's several feet of snow outside.
I sit in the kitchen,
Freshly made tea in front of me,
It's steam billowing upwards with the conviction that it matters.
The only thing missing is another cup of tea next to me and someone to sip on it with.
I miss you.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
I wish I had said this before the darkness fell
Shrouding me in doubt before secrets I could tell
But time; oh dear, time cares not for what we do
And someday maybe, time will bring me back to you.
I can only imagine what goes on behind your stare
For when I'm lost in the shadows, I can only hope you're there.
Tha mi a ’guidhe gun robh mi air seo a ràdh mus do thuit an dorchadas.
A ’còmhdach teagamh orm mus b’ urrainn dhomh mo dhìomhaireachd innse.
Ach ùine. Ò Mo chreach. Chan eil ùine a ’gabhail cùram mu na bhios sinn a’ dèanamh.
Agus is dòcha uaireigin, bheir ùine mi thugad
Chan urrainn dhomh ach smaoineachadh air na tha a ’dol air cùl do shealladh
Oir nuair a tha mi air chall anns na faileasan, chan urrainn dhomh ach a bhith an dòchas gu bheil thu ann.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 8:47 PM UTC
You catch your girl naked
She says why are you here
That's when you know
It's been five years
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
Will the moment comes when we will be together,
arm in arm, embraced as we dance until the morning?
Listening to the songs of the western ocean;
a kiss upon my cheek while on you, my sacred colors adorning.
We embrace and reflect on the first glance of each others' eyes
While the earth below us is illuminated by endless, starry skies.
I never want this moment to end; entwined by land and sea.
I will bless the very day you first glanced at me.
And if the sun fades forever, and our souls become blue,
In this world or in the next, I swear, I will never abandon you.
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An tig am mionaid nuair a bhios sinn còmhla;
gàirdean air a ghabhail a-steach agus sinn a 'dannsa gu madainn?
Ag èisteachd ri caol a 'chuain an iar;
pòg air mo ghruaidh, fhad 's a tha e ort, mo dhathan naomh a' sgeadachadh.
Bidh sinn a 'gobhail ri agus meòrachadh air a 'chiad sealladh de shùilean a chèile
tha an talamh gu h-ìosal air a shoilleireachadh le speuran gun stad.
Chan eil mi a-riamh ag iarraidh gun tig an ire seo gu crìch, air a cheangle le fearann is muir
Beannaichidh mi an dearbh latha a choimead thu orm an toiseach
Agus ma tha a 'ghrian a' dol fodha gu bràth agus ar n-anaman a' 'fas gorm
Anns an t-saoghal seo no an ath rud, tha mi a 'mionnachadh cha trèig mi thu gu bràth
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 8:39 PM UTC
I heard your call, and I immediately ran,
To hold you close, and to hold your hand.
We stand together now, by our sky-blue sea,
With no more angst, our souls forever fly free.
And when you call, I swear I will answer.
And when you sing, I’ll be your dancer.
By all the stars, our dreams will come true.
Upon your whim, I’ll be beside you.
So in this moment, make your wish, my dear,
And whisper your grace, forever, in my ear.
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Chuala mi do ghairm, agus ruith mi sa bhad,
Gus do chumail dlùth, agus do làmh a chumail.
Tha sinn a ’seasamh còmhla a-nis, ri taobh na mara speur-ghorm againn,
Leis nach eil barrachd angst ann, bidh ar n-anaman gu bràth a ’sgèith an-asgaidh.
Agus nuair a dh ’iarras tu, tha mi a’ mionnachadh gum freagair mi.
Agus nuair a bhios tu a ’seinn, bidh mi nam dannsair agad.
Leis na reultan air fad, thig ar aislingean gu buil.
Air do chuim, bidh mi ri do thaobh.
Mar sin anns an àm seo, dèan do mhiann, a ghràidh,
Agus seinn do ghràs, gu bràth, na mo chluasan
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC
My favorite day of the week is Thursdays because I go to see you and we aren't alone but I get to see U and U are always so warm and smell like fabric which is a really nice smell cos it reminds me of Jo Anns idk what I am even saying I think I have a crush on you but probably not I just like you a lot I'm not used to having friends but I do like it a lot when you hug me idk
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC