Adult

A sleep so damn peaceful she doesn't even dream

anna magee (tidbit - March 6th, 2021)

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Experience the ridiculous antics of my 20-year-old self through one line of poetry written every day for an entire year!

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Love in Portland

We took a walk

through Portland lights,

He asked me why

breakups made him feel like a 

balloon pressing too close to 

a sharp ceiling

He looked at me and smiled

But he didn’t choose me.

At 3 am he wrapped his thoughts

A little too closely to the pain

So I tiptoed up stairs at dawn

And slid into his bed

To warm his body and his brain

But he didn’t choose me.

On rainy nights we jumped in puddles 

and talked about the future

in a playground down the street

He told me his dreams

And I told him mine

A shooting star crossed the sky

But he didn’t choose me.

Down the road now a little ways

In a sunny September glaze

He told me he missed me

In the bed in the attic

He cried into my body

And I felt my release

But he didn’t choose me.

He came back again

The weekend after

To drink the devil’s wine

Drunk; a laugh, a kiss

Talk of old times

He said he was sorry

But he didn’t choose me.

Now the summer sun

Is obscured behind buildings

Touching the sky

And he took me to his heart

And gave it all to me

And said if he could go back

And do it all again

He would choose me.

I fought my way into his head

Into his thoughts, into his bed

For so hard and so long

But now that the time had come

All the things inside my head

All the things he’d ever said

Built a wall between him and I

He asked me to choose him.

I chose myself.

anna magee (~ July 2016)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/love-portland

Wedding

All this wedding planning has been taking

a huge toll on my writing endeavors.

My untouched document stares at me

from its all but forgotten tab as I shift through

cakes, flowers, and dresses in tangled masses.

I hope I can find the time to return to its

blank, blinking boredom before

the big day in October

Sometimes I want to crawl into stranger's backyards and explore them for their natural wonders that remind me of my grandmother's land that was home to my greatest childhood fantasies.

anna magee

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-backyard

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Tick Season

anna magee (April 10th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/tick-season

First Book

anna magee (April 20th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/first-book

You can now buy my first poetry book on Amazon!

Stolen Chair

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