An Opening Wound Begging For A Beauty Scar, Just Like Her Young Heart.

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)

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Sleep withers away

Each new day, in

Such a special way

One that makes me say

I may survive today...

No Way

anna magee (April 6, 2021)

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Paper Waltz

- anna magee (March 13th, 2015)

Another poem from high school!

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Saliva

anna magee (May 3rd, 2021)

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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

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

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Harley

anna magee (March 23, 2021)

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Chores

anna magee (March 25th, 2021)

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Fallen Tree

anna magee (April 15th, 2021)

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