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.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Dec 2009 3:29pm
29th Dec 2009 3:29pm
Why Now?
My father was a Catholic.
Took his wine, crossed himself,
Said all the pretty Latin words
Because back then it wasn’t English
Or anything else, and he remembers
How to pray in a language he can’t speak
And remembers the days when nobody even
Pretended to understand God.
And my mother’s not much of anything:
Says there’s no God, but I was here before,
The way I blinked at the world
And went back to sleep, with no curiosity,
When I was born – I have been before
But there was no God to make that true.
And my brother is an atheist:
No...
Took his wine, crossed himself,
Said all the pretty Latin words
Because back then it wasn’t English
Or anything else, and he remembers
How to pray in a language he can’t speak
And remembers the days when nobody even
Pretended to understand God.
And my mother’s not much of anything:
Says there’s no God, but I was here before,
The way I blinked at the world
And went back to sleep, with no curiosity,
When I was born – I have been before
But there was no God to make that true.
And my brother is an atheist:
No...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2009 5:38pm
21st Dec 2009 5:38pm
Identity
And hey, maybe you’re like Jamie
With that mega-watt smile
And always flicking hair out your face
Because though you complain
You love everything all the same.
And maybe that’s you,
In the photographs with the silly faces
And a life blazing out of the paper
And burning up the world;
Maybe that’s you, who’ll never be lost
Because you’re always there
With your shiny teeth
And your sparkling eyes
And that makes you beautiful though maybe
Maybe what you are is a little less perfect
And in the dark you’re a different person.
And...
With that mega-watt smile
And always flicking hair out your face
Because though you complain
You love everything all the same.
And maybe that’s you,
In the photographs with the silly faces
And a life blazing out of the paper
And burning up the world;
Maybe that’s you, who’ll never be lost
Because you’re always there
With your shiny teeth
And your sparkling eyes
And that makes you beautiful though maybe
Maybe what you are is a little less perfect
And in the dark you’re a different person.
And...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Dec 2009 6:44pm
19th Dec 2009 6:44pm
The Present
Whispering, soft,
Along the seams of our souls,
Until we shatter and burst
Like stars in supernova
At the edges of the universe.
Shut down and
Close.
That’s how the world ends.
Someone said it before,
And was right.
There is no explosion,
Or even im.
There is nothing
But the whispers
That flutter around in the back of the mind
Until one morning they are screaming
And nobody knows how.
But I find the future a further thing to fear.
The past can whisper
But from the front there is silence.
The...
Along the seams of our souls,
Until we shatter and burst
Like stars in supernova
At the edges of the universe.
Shut down and
Close.
That’s how the world ends.
Someone said it before,
And was right.
There is no explosion,
Or even im.
There is nothing
But the whispers
That flutter around in the back of the mind
Until one morning they are screaming
And nobody knows how.
But I find the future a further thing to fear.
The past can whisper
But from the front there is silence.
The...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2009 1:36pm
13th Dec 2009 1:36pm
Endless
Here I can see the curvature of the earth.
The middle of the Pacific is a lonely place
Of sea and sky and not much else
And stretched out under the glare
On my back in a salted sea,
The world seems so much bigger
And the earth that much smaller.
The middle of the Pacific is a lonely place
Of sea and sky and not much else
And stretched out under the glare
On my back in a salted sea,
The world seems so much bigger
And the earth that much smaller.
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2009 1:32pm
13th Dec 2009 1:32pm
Rambling
Do I do it too? Do I say
What I don’t mean?
Well, I don’t mean it if I do.
There’s a lot of things I don’t know I do
And if I did I wouldn’t do them.
And here I go, I’m muddling the words,
Rambling on and you don’t get it
Because that’s something that
I do and you don’t do.
What you do is laugh
And you find me funny
Though I find me strange
And I live in this head
But maybe your point of view
Is better because you can
See the back of my head
And I only see the bits
Around the eye sockets.
That’s what you do; my...
What I don’t mean?
Well, I don’t mean it if I do.
There’s a lot of things I don’t know I do
And if I did I wouldn’t do them.
And here I go, I’m muddling the words,
Rambling on and you don’t get it
Because that’s something that
I do and you don’t do.
What you do is laugh
And you find me funny
Though I find me strange
And I live in this head
But maybe your point of view
Is better because you can
See the back of my head
And I only see the bits
Around the eye sockets.
That’s what you do; my...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2009 10:33pm
11th Dec 2009 10:33pm
She Always Won Before
In the half-light of morning
(Before the darkness fades to white
But after the escape is over)
I can still feel it.
Humming beneath my skin
And coursing through my veins,
She’s alive.
I know it’s some fantasy –
A sick belief because she isn’t a she at all,
But I hold on to the idea all the same.
How can she be anything but a woman –
Vindictive, her nails in my skin,
And hissing her own emotion in my ear
So I have to feel it too.
It’s distinct, the way it stinks
And the smell curls through my senses
Until I’m dizzy...
(Before the darkness fades to white
But after the escape is over)
I can still feel it.
Humming beneath my skin
And coursing through my veins,
She’s alive.
I know it’s some fantasy –
A sick belief because she isn’t a she at all,
But I hold on to the idea all the same.
How can she be anything but a woman –
Vindictive, her nails in my skin,
And hissing her own emotion in my ear
So I have to feel it too.
It’s distinct, the way it stinks
And the smell curls through my senses
Until I’m dizzy...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2009 3:54pm
6th Dec 2009 3:54pm
A Hundred Miles West
So it must be okay if I’m nowhere near perfect –
About a hundred miles west, maybe more,
But you don’t seem to mind
And I confess that I don’t understand.
Because I’m nothing new:
A little girl all grown up
And I didn’t see that coming
And here I am, a little bit older,
With a smile too big for my face
Mostly because I never use it.
My eyes are too many colours
And I have scars that make people uncomfortable
And that’s no metaphor there.
My hair’s too short:
I like it that way but you rolled your eyes
And said maybe I was just...
About a hundred miles west, maybe more,
But you don’t seem to mind
And I confess that I don’t understand.
Because I’m nothing new:
A little girl all grown up
And I didn’t see that coming
And here I am, a little bit older,
With a smile too big for my face
Mostly because I never use it.
My eyes are too many colours
And I have scars that make people uncomfortable
And that’s no metaphor there.
My hair’s too short:
I like it that way but you rolled your eyes
And said maybe I was just...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2009 7:41pm
5th Dec 2009 7:41pm
Soul Searching
I’ve never seen a soul that makes me smile,
Never seen a soul to make me shine
Like I have one of my own.
And I’ve heard a thousand love songs,
And a million more of romance,
But not one of the souls they speak of.
I’ve a thousand meagre souls,
Even ones to cause a pause
And move on unaffected.
I’ve seen a million souls,
Scoured the world from east to west
To the chilly north and the frozen south.
A million smiles, a million eyes,
Every shade of knowledge ever known
And still I’ve never seen a soul
To make me think of smiling....
Never seen a soul to make me shine
Like I have one of my own.
And I’ve heard a thousand love songs,
And a million more of romance,
But not one of the souls they speak of.
I’ve a thousand meagre souls,
Even ones to cause a pause
And move on unaffected.
I’ve seen a million souls,
Scoured the world from east to west
To the chilly north and the frozen south.
A million smiles, a million eyes,
Every shade of knowledge ever known
And still I’ve never seen a soul
To make me think of smiling....
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2009 10:31am
26th Nov 2009 10:31am
Faith
I do not believe in God
And people look surprised.
They ask how – my life has no purpose,
It is empty and
I cannot truly believe
In oblivion.
How sad, how tragic,
Such a loss and so on.
But I do not understand.
I am here, my life is mine,
And am I not enough?
And people look surprised.
They ask how – my life has no purpose,
It is empty and
I cannot truly believe
In oblivion.
How sad, how tragic,
Such a loss and so on.
But I do not understand.
I am here, my life is mine,
And am I not enough?
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2009 11:27am
25th Nov 2009 11:27am
Myself Moments
Give me, give me, give me a moment,
Give me a moment to myself.
Life is busy, a little bit rushed,
And I need a myself moment.
I need to step off the road,
Perch on a country drystone wall
And have a smoke, though I don’t.
I need to cliché,
To watch the world go by
And wonder where I was.
Don’t get me wrong. I cliché:
A need for speed is nice.
Ordinary days I move so fast that I cannot touch the floor
And the freedom’s in the flight.
But I cliché: once in a while,
Let me pause, and take
A minor myself moment,...
Give me a moment to myself.
Life is busy, a little bit rushed,
And I need a myself moment.
I need to step off the road,
Perch on a country drystone wall
And have a smoke, though I don’t.
I need to cliché,
To watch the world go by
And wonder where I was.
Don’t get me wrong. I cliché:
A need for speed is nice.
Ordinary days I move so fast that I cannot touch the floor
And the freedom’s in the flight.
But I cliché: once in a while,
Let me pause, and take
A minor myself moment,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Nov 2009 11:19am
25th Nov 2009 11:19am
The Imaginary Girl
I wake in the night, a flash of eyes
And the light explodes.
For a moment, you are there:
Your weight real along my side,
Your breath brushing my hair aside.
And then my fingers twitch,
My body wakes, and you are gone.
The bed is cold without you,
As it was when I imagined you were there.
I count the ceilings and realise
That I should count the cracks instead.
They would call me lovesick
Or heartbroken. They would call you
Cruel and merciless, or
Not worthy of my time and energy.
But they can't: simply because
You are not there,...
And the light explodes.
For a moment, you are there:
Your weight real along my side,
Your breath brushing my hair aside.
And then my fingers twitch,
My body wakes, and you are gone.
The bed is cold without you,
As it was when I imagined you were there.
I count the ceilings and realise
That I should count the cracks instead.
They would call me lovesick
Or heartbroken. They would call you
Cruel and merciless, or
Not worthy of my time and energy.
But they can't: simply because
You are not there,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2009 2:03am
17th Nov 2009 2:03am
The Right Decision
What if I never said it?
Could I have smiled without you?
What if I'd kept my mouth shut,
Gone on with my life and watched
From the shadows as you went on with yours?
Would that have been better,
In the end,
Because you could not have abandoned
What we never had?
Nobody told me you were the continent,
Attached to too many
To become attached to only me.
And nobody told you that I,
I was a peninsula:
Only one connection was enough for me.
And if I had never said it,
Then August would not have been
A time for tears,...
Could I have smiled without you?
What if I'd kept my mouth shut,
Gone on with my life and watched
From the shadows as you went on with yours?
Would that have been better,
In the end,
Because you could not have abandoned
What we never had?
Nobody told me you were the continent,
Attached to too many
To become attached to only me.
And nobody told you that I,
I was a peninsula:
Only one connection was enough for me.
And if I had never said it,
Then August would not have been
A time for tears,...
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