House Plant

Two house plants by a window in a warmly lit corner with a translucent black box over the image. Within the box is a poem titled House Plant by A.M. Watson, aka Artsy Magee:

One glance outside my window
Blesses my eyes with seas of green,
Of trees, and grass, and bushes
Waving at me, hoping to be seen

These magnificent, flourishing beings
Dancing together in the breeze
Hold not a single care in the world
Each doing exactly how they please

The world outside looks energized
So warm, welcoming and clean
But I chose to stay safe inside
Where no one can talk to me

No matter the day or weather
I stay safely behind a screen
Chalking all of my canceled plans 
up to my social anxiety

But I realized something today
Something that will make you beam
IT’S OKAY TO BE A HOUSEPLANT
And hide away from the evergreens

It’s okay to be yourself, even when
It’s hard to make others pleased
Not everyone has to live their lives
As if on the cover of a magazine

@artsymagee

House Plant

A.M. Watson (aka @artsymagee)

Artsy Magee
Artsy Magee
Unique handmade crafts, created with passion and care.

More Posts from Artsymagee and Others

4 years ago
Seasonal Depression

Seasonal Depression

- anna magee (March 11th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/seasonal-depression


Tags
2 years ago
In the background (image by Julian Paolo Dayag (Unsplash)), sun beams down onto deep brown soil with bright green seedling just beginning to pop out. Within a transparent black box over the background is the poem 'The Fall' by A.M. Watson (@artsymagee):

The Fall

Does a seed
Twisting, whirling, tumbling
Away from provenance 
Feel lost and unsure
As if
It has hit rock bottom?
Or does it know
When it
Tumbles, crashes, sticks
Into thick sputtering dirt
That it has only
Just started to
Grow?

The Fall

A.M. Watson (aka @artsymagee)

The Fall — Anna Magee-Watson
Buy Me a Coffee
 Does a seedTwisting, whirling, tumblingAway from provenance Feel lost and unsureAs ifIt has hit rock bottom?Or does it kn

Tags
4 years ago

Soft, Strange

(March 4, 2021)

Stagnant kisses linger longer

High and bright on movie screens

Glassy eyes in jars, and secret scars

Blushing vibrant blues and greens

Here lies scattered static stillness

Where dullness drizzles to the bone

Dreams catch and crush lonely reality

The world of which is home sweet home

Fear flies fondly from my throat

A soft, strange sister speaks to me,

Beyond beginning and breathing, will be

Always another adverse anxiety

anna magee


Tags
4 years ago

NPR

Good news is like a good symphony

Close your eyes and listen for hours

The ups and downs of various voices

Monotone or melodic they chime away

Knowledge falling from a fountain

A source unseen and wearily trusted

But it comes so easily from the teeth

That tumble and fall and catch again

A dancer re-footing from a stumble

And off they run from point to point

To one I give a hum and nod

A chorus of opinions from the radio

And on and on the chatter runs

- anna magee (January 7th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/npr


Tags
4 years ago
Anna Magee is Making Art & Writing Poetry
I'm Anna Magee, a sprouting backyard artist trying to get my art and poetry off the ground and into the world! By supporting me you're not only buying ME a coffee,...

Hey guys! I hope this post finds you all safe, warm, and healthy! 

If any of my wonderful followers are feeling a little extra generous today, here is a link to my Buy Me A Coffee account, where not only can you support me and make my entire week, but you can also submit commissions on my artwork or poetry! 

Don’t have enough in the bank to buy yourself a coffee, let alone a stranger? I completely understand, you and me both, kid! Give this post a reblog, it’s free! (and almost the same thing!)

Whether you donate or reblog, I can’t thank you enough! People like you are the reason the world keeps spinning! 


Tags
4 years ago

Lollipop suckers in the left-hand corner of something simplified

anna magee - “Spit” (September 25th, 2021)


Tags
10 months ago
Picture of a Fourth of July sparkler held in someone's hand. The poem to the right of the sparkler is titled, "Independence Day" by A.M. Watson (@artsymagee). 

The poem:

Yet another American holiday that has been
Boiled down until the alcohol has evaporated
Leaving nothing in the pot but white residue
We don’t have a clue how it affects the Indigenous
As we cram the porcelain slop down their throats
In an attempt to bleach them and uproot them.
Red, white and blue scream into whiteish, blue faces
Filling them up like noxious balloons, set to
Pop off on anyone who doesn’t agree with you.
We celebrate freedom from a country we have
Easily become the mirror image of, giving us
Nothing to celebrate but hypocrisy, and honestly,
A massively corpulent American lie.

Photo by: Danil Aksenov

Independence Day by A.M. Watson (@artsymagee)

Let me tell you how I really feel about my least favorite holiday...

Find this poem and many more in my new poetry book ✨All American Waste✨ Get your copy here, and become part of the club!🖤


Tags
  • scatteredthoughts2
    scatteredthoughts2 liked this · 2 years ago
  • warxpunkxmonk
    warxpunkxmonk liked this · 2 years ago
  • artsymagee
    artsymagee reblogged this · 2 years ago
artsymagee - ARTSY | MAGEE
ARTSY | MAGEE

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! 

80 posts

Explore Tumblr Blog
Search Through Tumblr Tags