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Like phases of the moon, I change the way I see the world. Sometimes it's too much yellow, all bright and beautiful and like the scenes from a ballroom.
And sometimes it's a tired white. With no life left in me to fight. I can feel the sighs of the earth. We share our tears, and I feel safe in her arms.
Every now and then it's green. Fresh and alive, looking like a newly bloomed daffodil. It brings back memories of past summers. A carefree world with a golden undertone.
I also see red sometimes. Like the scream of a banshee and the pain in their eyes. It reminds me of my first heartbreak. Drunk and hurting with heavy eyes, but a heavier heart.
But today all I see is grey. Like the monotonous susurration of the rain, it's killing me slowly, burying me alive. Seeping into me like I am a sponge.
This is why I hate gloomy rainy days.
It feels like I am half dead, but half alive.
I don't know where to belong.
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The sky keeps pouring outside.
But all that my eyes see are worlds within each drop.
Each one looks so transparent and fragile.
And as they race each other against my window,
I silently cheer for the one that's slow.
Because I know how it feels to be last.
And because I know there's still a chance.
Who knows, maybe when the night becomes alight,
I'll stop seeing the world in blue.
Maybe when the stars come out and paint the sky,
the colours in my head will mix and blend.
And when they do so, I'll wait by the seashore.
Brush in my hand and music on my lips.
Holding my breath, in the fading sunlight.
Susurrations of my heart grows louder,
as I watch the sky being adorned in a soft pink.
© Moonyloonywitch
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
They loved to smile.
They always smiled.
Smiled here, smiled there.
But it was empty.
Devoid of a soul, devoid of a life.
Hollow on the inside, full on the outside.
Their smile was bright, it was infectious
Their laugh was like wind chimes, the ones that made you feel lighter.
Their eyes were as clear as a cloudless sky, as perfect as a diamond.
But it was all hollow on the inside.
Within them lay cobwebs.
Within them laid something deep and dark that never once showed its ugly face.
It tightened its coils around their neck day by day.
But despite it all
They smiled.
Their smile was bright and fun, quickly soothed any child’s cries.
Their smile charmed those they walked past,
Enamored those they met.
It even made others jealous.
‘How could they be so happy?’
‘Why must they flaunt their happiness around?’
But no one ever thought they were overcompensating to hide what was true.
No one noticed the coils trying to drown them.
No one noticed their smile start to fade. No one noticed their presence begin to lessen and lessen.
No one noticed
Until their smile
Disappeared.
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oh i love writing melancholy stuff so much.
Innocence.
Crayons scattered on the floor around a bright-eyed being
who doesn’t seem to have a worry about where they place their feet.
Running up and down hallways giggling, attempting to escape being caught.
Chasing butterflies through the grass, bare feet jumping over roots jutting out from the ground.
You’re told the words ‘Savor your childhood’ without knowing what it means.
What does it mean?They never explained, they simply smiled and said, ‘You’ll see, everyone does’.
It never made sense when it mattered. Why didn’t it?Why couldn’t you have understood?
Why did you wish so often, telling yourself you couldn’t wait to grow up.
Everyone says that.
Then suddenly everyone is scrambling to turn back the clock.
What happened?
You tell your parents that you’re big and can be ‘like the grownups’ but then suddenly
You wish that they would hold you like a little kid again.
What happened to their gentle smiles as they kneeled down to tie your bright-colored shoes that flashed with light when you stepped so you’d spend your time stomping wherever you could just to see that flash of color.
They didn’t make them in your size anymore.
What happened to free time after school? Now you’re chained to endless amounts of paper.
Digital paper.
You’re constantly told ‘You spend too much time on your phone’. Too many screens.
It’s not like no one tried to make that not happen. We spend our entire lives on a screen.
Our education now depends on a screen.
Everything seems to depend on a screen no wonder we start to also.
What happened to counting fake plastic pennies and the colorful cubes to use for math? Now it’s a page put up on a screen that you’re told to write down. Needing help seems like a chore.
Why ask?Everyone will stare at you. Avoid attention. What happened?
‘Never be afraid to ask questions.’
But what if those people made you afraid in the first place.
As a child you were convinced that you knew. You knew because you could ask.
As a teenager.
You pretend to know because the only thing you do know is that you know nothing.
Not knowing is weakness.
It’s not endearing.
Innocence wasn’t explained as a child.
Angels were innocent.
Someone who didn’t do something bad was innocent.
But you never know the true meaning of innocence until it's ripped away from your hands and you watch life take it away from you when you aren’t ready to think about it being gone.
That’s what growing up is.
The loss of innocence.
~~~~~ i don't have a lot of experience with writing poems so apologies if it has poor quality. i'm open to constructive criticism but please do be nice i'm only 14 lol. writing is a passion of mine and i do plan to make more posts involving poetry or other.