Wednesday, April 1, 2015


The whitecoats say
I am deficient
in sunshine
and iron,
the things
that brighten
and strengthen
from within.

If they only knew
all the ways
I am deficient.

My heart
has withered
into a raisin
in my chest.

There is no love,
no happiness,
no abstract feeling

Just a sad memory
of what was.

Monday, December 29, 2014

The Anneslee Poems: Use with Caution

To you,
they are sounds
you make
with your mouth.

They mean nothing.

To me,
they are pieces
of your soul
from your lips
with every breath.

They mean everything.

Is it no wonder,
you shattered
my heart
with one sentence?

The Anneslee Poems: TKO

You say
"I love you"
with your fists
like a boxer
in a prize fight.
You leave
colorful reminders
so I never forget
how much
you care.
This is my life
behind closed doors.
This is how much
you care.
I raise the white flag,
throw in the towel,
surrender my life,
give up.
My body can't handle
your kind
of love.

Friday, December 19, 2014

The Anneslee Poems: Thunder and Lightning

Wherever you are,
there I am.
We cannot be
anything less
or more
than what we are
You are the charge
in the spark
of my fire.
I am the light
in the sky
of your morning.
We burn
down the world
like stars falling.
You are my thunder,
I am your lightning.

Friday, November 7, 2014

The Anneslee Poems: Space Jump

I’ve jumped feet first
into a black hole
with you.

I hold your hand,
you hold my heart,
the world is ours.

We have no beginning
and there is no end.
We are together.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The Anneslee Poems: Break

Jack Daniels permeates the air
as you stumble into the couch,
a chair,
the counter –
anything in your way.

You throw punches,
then words,
then look to see
the damage done.

Bone to bone,
I feel my face break
down to my toes
as the flesh of your flesh
splits and tears in two
like my heart.

You bury your fists
in me –
another version of you –
until the fuel burns out.

Two bodies on the floor,
but only one
will crawl out of here.

Friday, October 10, 2014

The Anneslee Poems: Mother

They cut the cord
when they pulled
me out,
but wrapped me
in chains
and handed me
to you,
a little doll
for you
to dress up
and keep

The chains
with every breath
as you held me
against your chest
and told
the world
I was everything
you’d ever wanted.

I grew
around the chains
and became distorted,
nothing like
the daughter
you wanted
when you
dreamed up
my name
and bought
pink party dresses
that don't fit
me now.

When did you know
I was
going to be
good enough
for your love?

Was it my first breath?
Was it my first cry?
Was it my first word?
Or was it the moment
the plus sign
said I was real?

Some women
should never
have children.