Let me tell you how I really feel about my least favorite holiday...
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- anna magee (January 25th, 2021)
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Last night
The wind
Took my chair
Much to my
Displeasure
But the chair
Didn’t care
As it floated
Away, miles
From the stoop
From which
It had come
Snatched and
Stolen by
Nature, and
Flung down
The street
An adventure
For plastic
And bolts
anna magee (February 27th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/stolen-chair
I hear sweet lullabies in your laugh
even when you find it too rough, too loud.
I still believe your eyes shine brighter than the sun
even when you're on the verge of breaking down.
I still know that flowers grow from your skin
and that life exists from within
even when you pick them out like they're a sin.
I still see summer in your smile
and hear spring in your sigh
even when you think it's dead season in your life.
I still love you for you
even when you don't love yourself too.
anna magee (~2013)
anna magee (August, 2017)
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Thank you to everyone who stuck with me through my long hiatus from this account! Life happened, as it does, and my focus was taken away from writing and creating for quite a while!
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The sobering silence of waking without you is deafening, but I'd rather be deaf.
anna magee
anna magee (~January 2016)
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anna magee (May 3rd, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/saliva
anna magee (April 20th, 2021)
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February 25, 2021
Here and there one can find
Little puffy streams that spill through the carpet
An indication of seams split, an unknown victim,
Soft piles of proof, a give away
Leading velvet trails twisting toward the culprit
Who is sitting almost expectantly by the window
With a face
Of audacity, or guilt, perhaps both
Beaming from puppy eyes
A single string still dangling from quivering lips
As if to engrave the point
- anna magee
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/stuffed-animal-massacre
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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