"anya" poems
I love ma besties,
Anya nd Vorne,
They make me laugh nd smile
They are beautiful and great,
They are like my sisters and
We don't let Anything or Anyone get in our way of our friendship
We will be besties till the End,
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
Anya sings words I would
rather she have not spoken
and decimates what little remained
between us all.
He looks to me and I
pointblank-sawnoffshotgun refuse
to meet sight of sapphire sky eyes
now too singing along
to her song.
My mother always said
you were two sides of the same paper
and you will both slice me the same.
But scissors always win;
laceration's chorus croons to all.
Origami smiles
so carefully cultivated as
I kindle our final swansong,
a celebration in flames -
simultaneous ignition of
friends to lovers
and that irrevocable rendering; razing
lovers to ash.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Mi az ördög történt, gondoltam ott
és akkor; felderengett előttem egy tengerpart,
amit már nem látogatunk meg, de te
csak tovább ontod magadból a bullshitet
egy írógép lélekölő kattogásának ritmusára
a sajnálatodat egy piros kupaknak látom
hófehér homokszemek rengetegében, jézusom,
mennyire lassan telik az idő így a huszonnegyedik órában
hát nincsen benned semmi kétség? atyaég,
de utálom jó ideje ezt a szobát,
csak ne lenne ilyen szűk a komfortzóna
a te szavaid visszhangozza a koponyám csendje
s én a döbbenettől felnevetek: emlékszel még?!
nincsen ennek semmi értelme, milyen jó anya lennék,
mondod; az olasz riviérán hunyorogtam volna a messzeségbe,
ha nem dobod el magadtól a lehetőségét
istenem, te-nem, te nem tűntél ilyennek ezelőtt
- és mi lenne igaz azután, hogy még te is, aki
kötelet fontál velem a távolságból, te
elengeded a végét és nézed, ahogy zuhanok
megmentettelek volna önmagadtól is, ha hagyod
ránk nehezedni a boldogság súlyát, akartad?
valaha is, vagy nem is, de bevallhatod, hogy találtál mást
felveszlek a földről és recéid számolom
szénné égett valóságok között ficánkoló remény,
amit a beléd vetett hitem táplált, mióta
egy kurva nagy találkozásból születtünk újra
milyen üresen tátong a tér a fátyol mögött
lassan csordogál medrében a néma odaadás,
ahogy távozni készülsz még utoljára, kedvesen
szólsz hozzám, ne veszítsük el egymást, kataklizmám
voltál s leszel az örökkévalóságig, hisz tudod, de én
már csak a vállad fölé képzelem óvatosan
nem fáraszt többé a gondolat, hogy te is el -
hagysz, amint a nap felbukkan sivár léted
általam felvirágoztatott hajnalán.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
Three siblings;
They are three of the best things in my life,
I write this as they play outside, I’m on my fall break and I haven’t seen them but two times this year (Including now)
I look to his little hand wrapped around my finger,
He’s only three,
He’s a brunette with blue eyes,
His laugh brightens my day,
He can’t say my name, whenever he sees me, no matter if I was only gone 5 minutes..
He outstretches his arms and yells “Anya, I missed you!!”
He’s curious of the world.
He’s oblivious to the world’s wretched wonders around him,
He wants to analyze everything like we do,
He will only be like this for a short time..
I look at him, as he dribbles the soccer ball,
He’s five,
He’s a a brunette with blue eyes
His encouragement keeps me going,
He always asks me “Why can’t you be here everyday with us”?”
He thinks he is grown,
As if he could take on the entire world..
I look over to her; my only sister, she absorbed in poetry
She’s nine,
She’s a brunette with blue eyes,
Her smile eases the pain,
She’s so intelligent for her age; I see so much in store for her
She says “When I grow up, I want to be like you!”
She always talks about growing up…
She’s ready to break free
I’m the oldest sister,
I’m fifteen,
I’m blonde with green eyes,
Even being different from these three; age, looks, lifestyle.. For once I don't feel outcasted
My voice is recognized by them anywhere,
I vow every time they are near that I will protect them,
I always promise these kids “You’ll see me again...” I say as I walk to the car with packed bags
I always thought about leaving everything behind…
But these kids, are three reasons I’m still here.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Slouched atop the bookshelf resting his fluffy head
against much loved Rudyard Kipling's finest.
He watched the day to day stories of King Anthony
'The child ruler of the world' and his beloved younger sister Anya.
Avoiding arguments downstairs in the dying segments of daylight,
the boy's reassurance to Anya showcased rare moments of humanity
not seen by Little Weissel's beaded eyes since occupied Holland.
Amongst his stuffing was still memories of his first best friend,
in which many a day was spent quietly hiding away,
listening to the sound of boots roaming around the house.
King Anthony reached his hand out in full view of the aged bear's face
and plucked him from his perch.
As warm as the bear felt to him, he felt to this plush relic, whose eyes
would dilate in the melt of such moment if only they could.
From his arms passing down to her trembling ones;
she was looking for solace in the wake of mother and father's quaking
voices in the kitchen.
For Little Weissel it seemed like 'what was old is new again'
and now after spells after neglect he was experiencing a second
lease of life.
As the war downstairs fizzled out into quiet evening, King Anthony and Anya were locked together, both tenants of sleep with
Little Weissel just as lovingly clung to as the first moment he'd been clutched.
Maybe in the new harsh terrain, the scabby mass of the little bear
could once again feel the need to be needed as any good plaything deserves to be.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
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noun
a very large expanse of sea, in particular, each of the main areas into which the sea is divided geographically.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
Something about her
Shines without even trying
And everyone sees.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
anya is the best shes better than the rest she puts me to the test and never wants to rest we come to school we never want to fool we love to dance we never grance we hate to fight or we might break the most inportant thing in our lives being friends luv uew maree xoxo mwah!!! ;)
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 4:50 PM UTC
*"I'm half-assing this,
which, to me, is a sign
that I don't care enough.
So now, if you'll excuse me."*
With that, she walked out of the room and turned the corner.
The five of us sat around the table in sheer disbelief, laughing.
*"Miss! Wait.
Your level of honesty is quite commendable,"*
said his Honor between breaths.
*"You're more honest with us than I am with myself.
You're hired."*
I wasn't sure how serious he was.
I don't think any of us were, even him.
A moment later, she came back around the archway and stood under the keystone with her arms crossed. A nice effect, one might comment.
"Nice effect," said I.
There was a glare. I know that glare..
*"When do I start?"
"When will you care to?"*
There were several seconds of silence.
*"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship, your Honor."
"I hope you're right. For both our sakes."*
Without skipping a beat, she retorted that
*"hope is a sign of vulnerability, your Honor."
"Vulnerability can be a sign of courage, young one,"*
came our familiar voice of wisdom, equally on tempo.
"Yeah!" Said I.
A smirk cracked the veil of her face.
Where have I seen that face..
*"I care to begin right now."
"It pleases the counsel to hear that, miss.."
"Anya. That's all you get.
Now, let me see to the spectacle.."*
She walked back out the room, turning the other corner.
My heart grew heavier the instant it clicked.
I knew I knew that face. ***** be crazy.
*"Oh, ******** I told myself. "It's her!"
"I know!" I replied.
"This oughtta be good."
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
I'm nostalgic for a time that's not yet over,
The low hum glow of my phone,
Playing a new,
Chill band I found on Youtube at 3am.
Car ride,
With music blasting my eardrums,
While the shadows of trees cast on my face,
And warm air caresses my cheeks.
My hand on the wheel,
Of my mothers subaru,
Driving through school parking lots.
Lying on the grass,
Looking at the lake,
The sun sets,
And I experience a calm like no other.
"Hi!" I wave,
Another party,
New faces,
Music,
Friends.
More drives,
More music,
I pray this never ends
Cool day,
Sitting in this dressing room
Girls attack me with fits of laughter,
Begging for jokes,
For stories.
Asking me for anything,
To make them feel valued.
"My dad is horrible"
"My parents are divorced"
"I heard Anya cuts herself"
I give them advice,
Pretend that I'm wise,
Even though I'm trying to figure it all out myself.
Dark,
Stars,
Chill,
Night.
Sitting on swings,
Talking to you,
About our entire lives.
I'm nostalgic,
For a time thats not yet over.
But I'll be so devasted when it is.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
obim,
the most beautiful thing about loving you
are the things i learn about love;
how it can be synonym for wings
and how loving the right woman
was a metaphor for flying, higher
than all the hurdles that used to be a blockade
igosirim na ihu n’anya bu ije
you taught me that love was a journey
and one with purpose
so that it explained a reason
for holding on to life
when difficulties scatter all over
like question marks on a blank sheet
the love we shared became the answer
that explained the destination
at the end of the obscure roads that life was
obim, loving you made me into a philosopher
that searched for optimism
in the unlikeliest of places which turned out
to be the most beautiful
because everything becomes beautiful around you
and when we are out together at night,
I see the face of hope, redressed
in the twinkle stars far up in the sky
when we walk around the parks in the evening,
I perceive music in the chirping of crickets
when we hold hands as we walked together
and you press mine, I feel myself melting into you
it is not that the problems of life go away
sometimes, they come knocking on my door
dressed in their intimidating doses
then I remember, it is you who shares this path with me
and that love is a synonym for wings
and loving you, a metaphor for flying past hurdles
so I fasten my seatbelts and fly
obim, loving you is a safe journey through these rough roads.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC
******* triggered
kinda funny
how it's always
the same thing
substance
food
things i should need
do need
should want
do want
don't want
at least
the biggest part
doesn't want them
the biggest part
how odd
that that's what it has become
that that's how i've ended up
consumed
by ana
no more
anya
no more
fat
thanks
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
I am that little destroy toy.
Anya Anyway.
I am a little annoy boy.
Stuck in heavy discomfort all day.
When you scroll down, do you like anything?
When you get down, you do miss something?
Anyway.
Fighting, rushing.
Tightening feeling.
Do you want to be seen?
To be happy?
Cause you're learning so much more in the dark night scene!
Now you're ******
Destroy toy.
Filthy.
Rotten.
Skum.
Absolutely ******
I am a little destroy toy.
Anya anyway.
You are a little annoy boy.
Underneath you are so miserable everyday.
When you come up with this nonsense to cover your misery.
I'd like to cover it with mistery.
But I'm angry too often.
And you're kind.
So never mind.
Anyway...
Let's learn in the dark night scene.
And come completely clean, what is it that you really mean?
I am that little destroy toy.
Anya Anyway.
I am a little annoy boy.
Stuck in heavy discomfort all day.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 7:47 AM UTC
All the pieces
Of myself
I never quite
Understood,
Indescribable
To those who've never seen
The colors of a night
Never long enough.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC
night seeps
through the window
dispelled by cracks in the pane
where she sleeps
nestled within my hearts hollow
love weeps
beneath the door
along the stained wood
where she keeps
her heart beneath the floor
it beats
unburdened by two
lives, she lives in mine
and completes
love beyond what is you
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC