Submissions by anna_grin (grin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction don’t say i didn’t warn you
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2021 7:37pm
19th Jan 2021 7:37pm
weddings & funerals
we gather, and we sing. i am not there.
i am a comfort to my mother, who has lost her father
but i am not there.
the king is dead; long live the king
his boxing gloves atop his polished coffin
his fields stretch out a-yonder
his castle’s sliding doors.
in his iambs and his rhymes
god’s will be done.
in his children’s grieven voices
his legacy will come.
they line the street in lieu of
dancing for his spirit as they ought-
condolences fill pages of a memoir ...
i am a comfort to my mother, who has lost her father
but i am not there.
the king is dead; long live the king
his boxing gloves atop his polished coffin
his fields stretch out a-yonder
his castle’s sliding doors.
in his iambs and his rhymes
god’s will be done.
in his children’s grieven voices
his legacy will come.
they line the street in lieu of
dancing for his spirit as they ought-
condolences fill pages of a memoir ...
#grief
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ANGER POEM
Published
15th Jan 2021 11:20pm
15th Jan 2021 11:20pm
fiddle de dee
i’ve a mind to starve myself to death on your doorstep, but i’ll need three square meals a day to do it. what use is it to protest with a closed mouth? yet it must be shut against the bile that rises. and should you force my mouth to open you may find i will heartily, retchingly consume you to your fingernails, in objection that anyone else should be subject to the taste. however, i find myself unhungry, having eaten well. i have eaten well in preparation to starve myself to death on your doorstep
#satirical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2021 1:56pm
13th Jan 2021 1:56pm
teratoma
ah
witch-knot of flesh and hair and teeth
inflamed with furious spite
biting down on my ovaries, spitting bile
into my inside body
-
finally extracted
skinlump aggravator where have you gone
i wanted to take you home,
my child
my stem cell marvel
appendix:
that grumbling man of medicine
also removed from me
better absent
witch-knot of flesh and hair and teeth
inflamed with furious spite
biting down on my ovaries, spitting bile
into my inside body
-
finally extracted
skinlump aggravator where have you gone
i wanted to take you home,
my child
my stem cell marvel
appendix:
that grumbling man of medicine
also removed from me
better absent
#illness
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2021 11:22pm
3rd Jan 2021 11:22pm
vibe check
get on the bus to our city
(you know it already)
ask around for the local crackheads
see if anyone knows anna grin
if you make it past that
bring your words and your weapons right up to my door
knock three times
fuck around and find out part ii:
find out exactly what game it is
meet my friends
facefirst
in their fists
kiss my shoe
your split mouth bleeding
be lucky to scramble up from the dirt
and never insult me again
(you know it already)
ask around for the local crackheads
see if anyone knows anna grin
if you make it past that
bring your words and your weapons right up to my door
knock three times
fuck around and find out part ii:
find out exactly what game it is
meet my friends
facefirst
in their fists
kiss my shoe
your split mouth bleeding
be lucky to scramble up from the dirt
and never insult me again
#anger
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2020 3:53pm
23rd Dec 2020 3:53pm
im afraid you’ll persuade me to come over and i can’t come over right now
so i never message you first
hand in my overgrown pubic hair
one time we talked about underwear
how if she wears a matching set then you didn’t surprise her;
she planned for sex
every time I’ve seen you lately I’ve been wearing a new clean matching bra and pants
every time I’ve seen you lately I’ve taken them off
am i too old to be weak with passion
or am i losing my imagination
it frightens me the scarcity with which i fuck
but it’s only so little because it can’t be you
and if it can’t be you i am sure to be disappointed...
hand in my overgrown pubic hair
one time we talked about underwear
how if she wears a matching set then you didn’t surprise her;
she planned for sex
every time I’ve seen you lately I’ve been wearing a new clean matching bra and pants
every time I’ve seen you lately I’ve taken them off
am i too old to be weak with passion
or am i losing my imagination
it frightens me the scarcity with which i fuck
but it’s only so little because it can’t be you
and if it can’t be you i am sure to be disappointed...
#loneliness
#sex
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2020 11:13am
23rd Dec 2020 11:13am
this last solstice
the cloud cover was thick
sunset in pink and yellow
on top of the hill facing south west
my mother my sister and i
crone / maiden / and child
we drank prosecco
celebrated my birth
cursed the atmosphere
two planets passing by
like celestial bus drivers
giving each other a nod and a wink
every 800 odd years
an auspicious event
when my bones
began humming
i was reminded of
being high with you
whenever we conjunct
the light is blinding
sunset in pink and yellow
on top of the hill facing south west
my mother my sister and i
crone / maiden / and child
we drank prosecco
celebrated my birth
cursed the atmosphere
two planets passing by
like celestial bus drivers
giving each other a nod and a wink
every 800 odd years
an auspicious event
when my bones
began humming
i was reminded of
being high with you
whenever we conjunct
the light is blinding
#love
#spiritual
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Dec 2020 11:31pm
18th Dec 2020 11:31pm
i’ll fight you forever
because you kissed your way into my spine
you locked me out and told me
it was my fault for going outside
you told me to figure it out
and treated me like a child
i let you see me lose control
get sick
be high
on you
and you didn’t wanna take care of me
because that job was supposed to be
all mine
i figured that out
i can be better than this
and i was ready
but you had to hang me
out to dry
you locked me out and told me
it was my fault for going outside
you told me to figure it out
and treated me like a child
i let you see me lose control
get sick
be high
on you
and you didn’t wanna take care of me
because that job was supposed to be
all mine
i figured that out
i can be better than this
and i was ready
but you had to hang me
out to dry
#relationships
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Dec 2020 11:27pm
18th Dec 2020 11:27pm
songbirds
under the patio
blackbirds go out every day to find worms
i wanted to fly and i will
but first i must go underground
and hide deep
and come up for air
and go to sleep
and love again
and get an abortion
and slow down my heart
and finally come to terms
with the fact i was never wrong
not about what matters
not about you
you let me think i was marla
you let me think i was
forgot the mans name
sliiide
blackbirds go out every day to find worms
i wanted to fly and i will
but first i must go underground
and hide deep
and come up for air
and go to sleep
and love again
and get an abortion
and slow down my heart
and finally come to terms
with the fact i was never wrong
not about what matters
not about you
you let me think i was marla
you let me think i was
forgot the mans name
sliiide
#SelfDiscovery
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Nov 2020 1:43am
12th Nov 2020 1:43am
seeing my cpn on friday (tomorrow)
night. 1:20.
maybe if i get this down, it will go away.
maybe not.
keeping a tight leash on an instinct
before it gets loose and tears a big chunk outta something.
i hope i get some sleep.
gotta find coherence
conciseness.
can’t let this dog run
unchecked.
undiagnosed.
difficult to describe
except in riddles
something
is starting to scream.
please gods stop the ban sidhe
before it rips my face off
please doctor believe me
this is no fairy tale
...
maybe if i get this down, it will go away.
maybe not.
keeping a tight leash on an instinct
before it gets loose and tears a big chunk outta something.
i hope i get some sleep.
gotta find coherence
conciseness.
can’t let this dog run
unchecked.
undiagnosed.
difficult to describe
except in riddles
something
is starting to scream.
please gods stop the ban sidhe
before it rips my face off
please doctor believe me
this is no fairy tale
...
#MentalHealth
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Nov 2020 7:32pm
6th Nov 2020 7:32pm
the wrong anna
snort snort little piggy
if it makes you feel like a wolf
chase chase his tail
i planned how i would kill you
how i would make it look
sniffle sniffle bitch
im the anna you wish you were
if it makes you feel like a wolf
chase chase his tail
i planned how i would kill you
how i would make it look
sniffle sniffle bitch
im the anna you wish you were
#betrayal
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2020 12:32pm
19th Jun 2020 12:32pm
subject vs. host (crimsin / anna)
I want to lick your cerebellum
the rasp of my rough cilla'd tongue
leaving its blood beaded scratch
get into all the nooks and crannies
then eat our mental thoughts spread on toast
delicious
and get high on them
even better
does that make me manic or a maniac?
the dsm will have to make space for us.
in this new category of slime and filth we will
writhe and reproduce
in the new hallway of hell we have our rooms
next each other
i know its you cos i can hear you screaming
i wont tell them your name no ...
the rasp of my rough cilla'd tongue
leaving its blood beaded scratch
get into all the nooks and crannies
then eat our mental thoughts spread on toast
delicious
and get high on them
even better
does that make me manic or a maniac?
the dsm will have to make space for us.
in this new category of slime and filth we will
writhe and reproduce
in the new hallway of hell we have our rooms
next each other
i know its you cos i can hear you screaming
i wont tell them your name no ...
#MentalHealth
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2020 9:27pm
18th Jun 2020 9:27pm
lasagne
i told you
don't cook the pasta first
salt
but don't put oil in the water
let the top crisp: golden
cheese is where its at
but you made lasagne for me
and here
now
all i want is for you to make me
lasagne again and
i can tell you
everything you did
right
don't cook the pasta first
salt
but don't put oil in the water
let the top crisp: golden
cheese is where its at
but you made lasagne for me
and here
now
all i want is for you to make me
lasagne again and
i can tell you
everything you did
right
#love
#grief
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