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4 years ago

Adult

Then one day you wake up

And realize you’re an adult

And you’re rinsing out cans to recycle

Like your father, 

And you’re rubbing your aching hands

Like your mother,

And days whisk by much too fast

For your liking,

And imagination starts to decay

Like they told you would happen

And you’re stuck in a meaningless job

You were told to acquire, so you

Would have something to do for awhile

Which meant until the life was

Sufficiently beaten out of you 

And your will to live was as slim

As the hair on your head, a lost cause

To the society in which you bear

Upon caving shoulders. 

And before you know it,

The world keeps going 

On and on without you

As you lie still in the box you spent

The last few pennies you earned on,

Not even allowed to squirm around

And tell if it was worth it.

- anna magee (March 16th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/adult


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4 years ago

Voice

A mastered voice is not unlike

A well tuned, polished instrument

That can captivate the mind

As well as the world

And yet,

My mouth falls open

And out tumbles a nasally

Screech that I feel I should

Apologize for, should I?

Words trip and stutter their way

Through tense teeth

Out into the world

To be heard, judged

And stranded forever

In the cold air

Keeping you waiting as I gag

On my own thought

Steam billows from hot ears

As I regain my verbal footing

And tentatively try again,

Cheeks burning alive

My trepid tongue

My own worst enemy.

- anna magee (March 12th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/voice-497017


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4 years ago
Seasonal Depression

Seasonal Depression

- anna magee (March 11th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/seasonal-depression


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4 years ago

An opening wound Begging for a beauty scar, Just like her young heart.

anna magee

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/2-499019


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4 years ago
The Perfect Sweater

The Perfect Sweater

- anna magee (January 25th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/the-perfect-sweater


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4 years ago

Your face lies somewhere Beneath the crumbling dirt, Raw and consuming

anna magee

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/1-499016


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4 years ago

String Arms, Strong Arms

String arms, strong arms

won’t let you go

Preventing your tea fingers

from crafting love

out of bitter water

Shredded throats speak softly

of my love

But these string arms,

these strong arms

the ones that won’t let you go

grumble loudly against your skin

as if to say,

I won’t let you go again

anna magee (~August 2017)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/string-arms-strong-arms


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4 years ago

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


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4 years ago

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


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4 years ago

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


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4 years ago
Stuffed Animal Massacre

Stuffed Animal Massacre

February 25, 2021

Here and there one can find

Little puffy streams that spill through the carpet

An indication of seams split, an unknown victim,

Soft piles of proof, a give away

Leading velvet trails twisting toward the culprit

Who is sitting almost expectantly by the window

With a face

Of audacity, or guilt, perhaps both

Beaming from puppy eyes

A single string still dangling from quivering lips

As if to engrave the point

- anna magee

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/stuffed-animal-massacre


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4 years ago

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


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4 years ago

Lollipop suckers in the left-hand corner of something simplified

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


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4 years ago

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


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