November 4th, 2016
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/2016
House Plant
A.M. Watson (aka @artsymagee)
Then one day you wake up
And realize you’re an adult
And you’re rinsing out cans to recycle
Like your father,
And you’re rubbing your aching hands
Like your mother,
And days whisk by much too fast
For your liking,
And imagination starts to decay
Like they told you would happen
And you’re stuck in a meaningless job
You were told to acquire, so you
Would have something to do for awhile
Which meant until the life was
Sufficiently beaten out of you
And your will to live was as slim
As the hair on your head, a lost cause
To the society in which you bear
Upon caving shoulders.
And before you know it,
The world keeps going
On and on without you
As you lie still in the box you spent
The last few pennies you earned on,
Not even allowed to squirm around
And tell if it was worth it.
- anna magee (March 16th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/adult
- anna magee (~2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/one-499942
2016
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-rainy-days
Your clumsy hands have
Slit my passion’s throat,
Right down the jugular
A crisp straight line,
A road that leads to
My dying mind’s eye
A black hole now
No thanks to you
Or to the girl you prefer
With words like honey
Simple and sweet
So you can understand
No tricks up her sleeve,
But oh, my words confuse
Your simplistic mind
Like a child
Too meaningful and
Full of emotion
Too raw for your
Shrinking ideologies
Open your stupid little eyes
So you can see
The world I have painted
In your shadow
anna magee (~July 2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/stupid-you
anna magee (~January 2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/snap-516176
Drizzle
Long detested by most,
The drizzle comes down
Upon the once sun soaked
Town amidst Spring Cleaning.
To me a baptism, to drench
Summer into submission,
The perfect waiting game,
As Summer can push and prod
Impatient and imperious
To make frost heaved asphalt
Sizzle and deflate, shimmer
And expel Winter treasure.
The feathered rain remains
Spring’s single defense
Against her fast-paced sibling
Dousing the region in dampness
One half expects a billow of steam
To blanket and clog terrain
Instead clouds collect cotton
Tempered trails of mist
And the cool cloth of condensation
Insists that we revitalize Winter
For one last day.
anna magee (March 24th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/drizzle
anna magee (March 23, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/harley-537765
anna magee (~2017)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/wheat-thins
anna magee (~June, 2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/jmm-d
I'm Anna Magee, a sprouting backyard poet! Welcome to my poetry archive! First poetry book: Twenty - A Line a Day, AVAILABLE NOW on Amazon! Commissions are always open for art or poetry!
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