Creedatelier - Blog Posts

Spring Fever

anna magee (~August 2016)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/spring-fever 

Where I’m From

March 4, 2015 - One of the first poems I’ve written!

I’m from half built tree houses

And vicious snow ball fights.

The one who gets to the sled first wins, 

And the blasting of music to strangers.

I’ve seen the top of mountains 

And felt the bottom of rivers.

Screaming, “MARK!” at signs, and

“Fluffy!” at strangers. 

The bruise on the thigh that will never heal

And the obnoxious air that fills the place.

The crushing trees that are in it for blood

To the cat stuffed in a wooden box in the basement.

I’m from the alarms and the gummy bear stuck on the fan.

Haunted radios and jello in the fridge.

From knowing what I’m saying when I’m not saying much

To the rabbit foot key chain in the old rotten box.

I’m from the snapped and twisted,

The stubbed and burned,

Leafing and dead family tree,

That I am proud to call my own.

anna magee

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/where-i-m-from

Soft, Strange

(March 4, 2021)

Stagnant kisses linger longer

High and bright on movie screens

Glassy eyes in jars, and secret scars

Blushing vibrant blues and greens

Here lies scattered static stillness

Where dullness drizzles to the bone

Dreams catch and crush lonely reality

The world of which is home sweet home

Fear flies fondly from my throat

A soft, strange sister speaks to me,

Beyond beginning and breathing, will be

Always another adverse anxiety

anna magee

A sleep so damn peaceful she doesn't even dream

anna magee (tidbit - March 6th, 2021)

Stupid You

Your clumsy hands have

Slit my passion’s throat,

Right down the jugular

A crisp straight line,

A road that leads to

My dying mind’s eye

A black hole now

No thanks to you

Or to the girl you prefer

With words like honey

Simple and sweet

So you can understand

No tricks up her sleeve,

But oh, my words confuse

Your simplistic mind

Like a child 

Too meaningful and

Full of emotion

Too raw for your

Shrinking ideologies

Open your stupid little eyes

So you can see

The world I have painted

In your shadow

anna magee (~July 2016)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/stupid-you

Lollipop suckers in the left-hand corner of something simplified

anna magee - “Spit” (September 25th, 2021)

I have nothing to lose but my wounds.

 anna magee