Friday, June 27, 2014

The Anneslee Poems: Vision

You don’t see me.
You never have.

You can’t
because every time
you look at me
you can only see
what you’re not
what I’m not
what went wrong
when I was burst
into the world
two months early.

So stop looking.

The Anneslee Poems: Up in Smoke

You burned me
down to ash
and then begged me
to come back
as if there wouldn’t be any scars
or burn marks
where you lit the match.

But I just kept burning.

Nothing put me out.
I just kept burning
until the ground
absorbed the dust
that was left.

There’s not even space
for flowers
or a marker
or anything
but a shadow
of the life
you snatched
with one scratch
against the box.

There’s nothing
to show
the damage done,
and I’m not coming
no matter what.

I’ve had enough.

I’d just rather be a memory.

The Anneslee Poems: The Stories We Tell

She lies
every time
she opens
her mouth.

I lie
when I talk
about her.


just don’t speak – 

The Anneslee Poems: The Kiss

Eye to eye
I waited,
down to my bones
that my mouth
didn’t make a promise
I wasn’t ready to keep.

You lick your lips
and lean into mine,
but I hold firm.

I’m not ready
for the follow-through.

You smile
as if you’ve read my mind
and say you only want a kiss.

I let go and give in,
sinking into you,
lips covering lips
until we are one.

You cannot part
from me –
I no longer know
where I start and end.

I am yours.
I always have been.
And all I ever gave you

was just one kiss.

The Anneslee Poems: Right of Survival

Your lips upturn
as if on queue,
falling in line
with the rest of your face.

You do what you have to.

You keep the cadence going
as if the beat of your heart
depended on your feet.

Stop moving. Stop abiding.

Just stop.

The Anneslee Poems: Reflection

I see more than you think –
that look in your eyes
holds more words
than your mouth
could ever speak.

I know what you think of me.

I don’t need ESP
or psychic ability.
You give it all away
like a girl walking the streets –
undervalued, overused and needy.

Don’t bother
looking away now.
I’ve already seen
too much
to see you the way

I used to.

The Anneslee Poems: Past Present Future Past

I see her –
how she looks at you
and I know
it won’t be long.

You never could resist
pouty lips –
the way she turns them on you,
it just isn’t fair.
The way she smiles at you,
it changes the air in the room
like everything you ever wanted
is possible
because she’s by your side.

She is the sun and the moon,
the gravity holding you
down –
oppressing you –
and you don’t even know it.

Who could compete
with a girl like that?

I should know –

I used to be her.