Submissions by annie-lang
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Annie has been an amateur poet for roughly seven years, writing mainly on the world around her in remarkably cheerful or strange terms.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2010 1:09pm
25th Jan 2010 1:09pm
Outside
Walk with me on the rings of Saturn
And watch Neptune and Pluto war
For closeness to the burning Sun.
Catch the tail of the icy comet heading south
And skim out of the Milky Way with me:
Stay a while, and come with me.
And way out here, Earth
Is invisible and impotent:
A dream in the mind of long-gone gods.
There are no confines here:
No out, no in, no up, no down,
No right and wrong,
And nobody else to hear us laugh,
Cry, scream, live and die.
Here there is nothing,
Here is true freedom,
And here is me.
Come with me,...
And watch Neptune and Pluto war
For closeness to the burning Sun.
Catch the tail of the icy comet heading south
And skim out of the Milky Way with me:
Stay a while, and come with me.
And way out here, Earth
Is invisible and impotent:
A dream in the mind of long-gone gods.
There are no confines here:
No out, no in, no up, no down,
No right and wrong,
And nobody else to hear us laugh,
Cry, scream, live and die.
Here there is nothing,
Here is true freedom,
And here is me.
Come with me,...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2010 1:05pm
25th Jan 2010 1:05pm
You Ain't Lived Yet
And you ain’t lived yet, not til
You’ve jumped from an aeroplane
With your arms out wide
And no one at your back.
You ain’t lived yet, not til
You’ve stood with a mountain
Beneath your feet and felt
The rumble of the earth
And breathed air so damn sharp
It makes your lungs bleed
And the eagles look up at you.
You ain’t yet lived
Until you don’t damn well care:
Dressed up like a queen,
Dressed down like a tramp
Grinning in a flash
And flashing with a grin:
You ain’t lived yet, love.
Kiss the wrong boy at the...
You’ve jumped from an aeroplane
With your arms out wide
And no one at your back.
You ain’t lived yet, not til
You’ve stood with a mountain
Beneath your feet and felt
The rumble of the earth
And breathed air so damn sharp
It makes your lungs bleed
And the eagles look up at you.
You ain’t yet lived
Until you don’t damn well care:
Dressed up like a queen,
Dressed down like a tramp
Grinning in a flash
And flashing with a grin:
You ain’t lived yet, love.
Kiss the wrong boy at the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2010 2:31pm
16th Jan 2010 2:31pm
Lessons
You have to learn,
While you’re young and able
To bounce back from the wounds
And the impacts
And forget again
Because you still have time
To forget everything
And nothing at all.
You have to learn that this is real
And the world they’ve made for you
Is not.
You will learn that kissing
Can be meaningless –
You will kiss people
Whose names you don’t know
And whom you care nothing for.
Your first time will be messy,
Unromantic, gritty, painful,
Probably drunk
And you will know the fear,
However irrational,...
While you’re young and able
To bounce back from the wounds
And the impacts
And forget again
Because you still have time
To forget everything
And nothing at all.
You have to learn that this is real
And the world they’ve made for you
Is not.
You will learn that kissing
Can be meaningless –
You will kiss people
Whose names you don’t know
And whom you care nothing for.
Your first time will be messy,
Unromantic, gritty, painful,
Probably drunk
And you will know the fear,
However irrational,...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2010 2:14am
13th Jan 2010 2:14am
Their World
Maybe it’s not for everyone.
Another circle round the sun,
Another day, another one,
And you’re like the word alone:
You don’t match up.
Have you seen the other side?
I’ll give you something to laugh about:
Wake in the night,
Brutal, quick,
A flash of eyes – red and stained –
And someone laughs
And no one’s there:
In the morning you’ll find
Another grey hair.
You’re too young for that,
Too young for this,
Too young for Hell
And too old for Bliss,
And I’ll tell you something else, you know,
It gets better...
Another circle round the sun,
Another day, another one,
And you’re like the word alone:
You don’t match up.
Have you seen the other side?
I’ll give you something to laugh about:
Wake in the night,
Brutal, quick,
A flash of eyes – red and stained –
And someone laughs
And no one’s there:
In the morning you’ll find
Another grey hair.
You’re too young for that,
Too young for this,
Too young for Hell
And too old for Bliss,
And I’ll tell you something else, you know,
It gets better...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2010 2:05am
13th Jan 2010 2:05am
Maisie's Song
Your name never suited you;
Maybe it’s odd to notice that
The first time around,
But I did all the same,
And it’s still true now.
The universe was in your smile
And another world in your eyes:
You never saw things the way we did
And you always spoke of somewhere else.
As children scuffing our toes
In the sand beneath the swings,
You spoke of far-off lands
And pretty things out of your head
And we laughed and rolled our eyes
And said: it’s just Maisie.
All along, just Maisie.
You and me, we were something else
But you...
Maybe it’s odd to notice that
The first time around,
But I did all the same,
And it’s still true now.
The universe was in your smile
And another world in your eyes:
You never saw things the way we did
And you always spoke of somewhere else.
As children scuffing our toes
In the sand beneath the swings,
You spoke of far-off lands
And pretty things out of your head
And we laughed and rolled our eyes
And said: it’s just Maisie.
All along, just Maisie.
You and me, we were something else
But you...
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Jan 2010 10:40pm
10th Jan 2010 10:40pm
Verse II
Forced to face reality
That's how a lot of people work:
As long as possible, deny,
And at the end, cry.
And how do whispers tear fabric,
However metaphorical?
Impossible, it has to be,
And it had to be all the same.
The Whisperer spoke,
And the veil was torn
To let the words in,
And her eyes were opened.
Her fingers slipped,
The masked men ignored her
And in the face of the broken smile
With the bloodied teeth
And the missing lips,
She's screaming.
That's how a lot of people work:
As long as possible, deny,
And at the end, cry.
And how do whispers tear fabric,
However metaphorical?
Impossible, it has to be,
And it had to be all the same.
The Whisperer spoke,
And the veil was torn
To let the words in,
And her eyes were opened.
Her fingers slipped,
The masked men ignored her
And in the face of the broken smile
With the bloodied teeth
And the missing lips,
She's screaming.
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Jan 2010 5:57pm
9th Jan 2010 5:57pm
Verse I
It was thicker than a bridal veil
And thinner than a curtain:
But either way it hid the truth
From the false
And her mind was left to wander
And make itself up
Like a tart on a pop night
Hoping for a pull to make everything real.
And at first she doesn’t notice
And smiles at the world
And carries on dreaming
And doesn’t notice how her fingers slip
Or her feet don’t trip
And her voice don’t sound like it used to
Any more.
‘She’ll come around,
She’ll come around,
There isn’t a choice but to come around.’
And...
And thinner than a curtain:
But either way it hid the truth
From the false
And her mind was left to wander
And make itself up
Like a tart on a pop night
Hoping for a pull to make everything real.
And at first she doesn’t notice
And smiles at the world
And carries on dreaming
And doesn’t notice how her fingers slip
Or her feet don’t trip
And her voice don’t sound like it used to
Any more.
‘She’ll come around,
She’ll come around,
There isn’t a choice but to come around.’
And...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2010 6:37pm
8th Jan 2010 6:37pm
Smile
I have scars. And when people say that
They often mean a metaphor
Or it’s a prelude to a joke
About falling out of trees
And trying to be better
Than their brothers and sisters.
But it’s not like that for me:
Mine are small and neat,
Carved in stone and if that were true
Maybe it wouldn’t have made me smile;
And I did, you know, I smiled
While I saw the blood
And if you do it just right,
You see an empty groove first
And then it fills
Like a wadi in the desert
After the storms a thousand miles away.
And I suppose that’s...
They often mean a metaphor
Or it’s a prelude to a joke
About falling out of trees
And trying to be better
Than their brothers and sisters.
But it’s not like that for me:
Mine are small and neat,
Carved in stone and if that were true
Maybe it wouldn’t have made me smile;
And I did, you know, I smiled
While I saw the blood
And if you do it just right,
You see an empty groove first
And then it fills
Like a wadi in the desert
After the storms a thousand miles away.
And I suppose that’s...
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jan 2010 6:23pm
8th Jan 2010 6:23pm
A Letter Home
In twenty years, this tree will have changed.
There will names I can’t imagine now
And dates under those I can
That haven’t come to be yet.
And my name will be a lost one:
The one nobody remembers,
The daughter of a dead man
That nobody talks about these days.
And I find it kind of funny
That I was more of a shame to you
Than your brother ever was.
The man who beat his children
And you turned a blind eye;
The girl who dared to speak of love
And you turned away.
You called again. I didn’t answer
And when the number...
There will names I can’t imagine now
And dates under those I can
That haven’t come to be yet.
And my name will be a lost one:
The one nobody remembers,
The daughter of a dead man
That nobody talks about these days.
And I find it kind of funny
That I was more of a shame to you
Than your brother ever was.
The man who beat his children
And you turned a blind eye;
The girl who dared to speak of love
And you turned away.
You called again. I didn’t answer
And when the number...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2010 8:13am
5th Jan 2010 8:13am
Endings
The death was the same as the life in the end:
A messy affair over a messy landscape
In a messy world that had always been like that.
A hundred and ten pounds, and infinite space
And did that make the dead gaseous?
The blood had spread and stained
As only the horrific do.
Bled dry, bled out, and a white face
Stared at a white ceiling
Twisted in a smile.
The masks in costume shops
For Halloween, with white faces
And no eyes to speak of:
It lay there, attached to a head
And a skull, and it had been a face,
But the face was...
A messy affair over a messy landscape
In a messy world that had always been like that.
A hundred and ten pounds, and infinite space
And did that make the dead gaseous?
The blood had spread and stained
As only the horrific do.
Bled dry, bled out, and a white face
Stared at a white ceiling
Twisted in a smile.
The masks in costume shops
For Halloween, with white faces
And no eyes to speak of:
It lay there, attached to a head
And a skull, and it had been a face,
But the face was...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2010 8:08am
5th Jan 2010 8:08am
Here
Seen an inky sky split by the flash
Of lightning in the valleys of the moon?
That’s what it’s like in here:
Something strange, nonsensical,
No sense in here at all.
And the faces come and go
Lit by the lightning
In a moment of clarity
And then I forget them:
White masks in black skies –
And they’re laughing
And screaming
Like the Greek tragedies
In bloodied robes.
That’s what it’s like in here:
Something silly and searing,
And it burns along the wires.
It’s like photographs.
Scatter the photographs across the wood...
Of lightning in the valleys of the moon?
That’s what it’s like in here:
Something strange, nonsensical,
No sense in here at all.
And the faces come and go
Lit by the lightning
In a moment of clarity
And then I forget them:
White masks in black skies –
And they’re laughing
And screaming
Like the Greek tragedies
In bloodied robes.
That’s what it’s like in here:
Something silly and searing,
And it burns along the wires.
It’s like photographs.
Scatter the photographs across the wood...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2010 3:23am
4th Jan 2010 3:23am
Beautiful
And it was a beat you could bop to;
Haven’t heard one of those in a while
And nobody’s so beautiful as
Dancing under the lights and we can’t see a thing
And the sweat’s standing out
And we don’t care
And your messed up hair
And how beautiful we always were.
Coming back from the morning run
The snow was falling
And all I wore were the shorts and shirt
That made the sweat stand out
And it was cold
And oh so beautiful
In the crystal morning
Somewhere near six and maybe seven
And I stood in the fields with my arms held out...
Haven’t heard one of those in a while
And nobody’s so beautiful as
Dancing under the lights and we can’t see a thing
And the sweat’s standing out
And we don’t care
And your messed up hair
And how beautiful we always were.
Coming back from the morning run
The snow was falling
And all I wore were the shorts and shirt
That made the sweat stand out
And it was cold
And oh so beautiful
In the crystal morning
Somewhere near six and maybe seven
And I stood in the fields with my arms held out...
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