Monday Grind By A.M. Watson (@artsymagee)
Monday Grind by A.M. Watson (@artsymagee)
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People Pleaser
February 17th, 2021
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Hey guys!
I just made a Twitter account for my poetry, and I’m slowly starting to find a few of my Tumblr mutuals on there!
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2016
November 4th, 2016
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Homecoming
anna magee (~2017)
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Your face lies somewhere Beneath the crumbling dirt, Raw and consuming
anna magee
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/1-499016
Attention poetry lovers and the Reading Community! 🖤
My poetry book ✨All American Waste✨ is now available on Amazon, just in time for Poetry Month and Indie April!
This collection explores the mundanity of everyday life, the importance of mental health, and the beauty of our fragile environment. There is truly a poem for every person in this book!
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Where I’m From
March 4, 2015 - One of the first poems I’ve written!
I’m from half built tree houses
And vicious snow ball fights.
The one who gets to the sled first wins,
And the blasting of music to strangers.
I’ve seen the top of mountains
And felt the bottom of rivers.
Screaming, “MARK!” at signs, and
“Fluffy!” at strangers.
The bruise on the thigh that will never heal
And the obnoxious air that fills the place.
The crushing trees that are in it for blood
To the cat stuffed in a wooden box in the basement.
I’m from the alarms and the gummy bear stuck on the fan.
Haunted radios and jello in the fridge.
From knowing what I’m saying when I’m not saying much
To the rabbit foot key chain in the old rotten box.
I’m from the snapped and twisted,
The stubbed and burned,
Leafing and dead family tree,
That I am proud to call my own.
anna magee
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/where-i-m-from
Trepidation tickles my tired toes as I trace my tracks to my tainted woes.
anna magee (2017)
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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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