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Anna Josephine Aug 2020
There are a few people you will meet in life that live on your wavelength.
Your thoughts and feelings intertwined.
Inspiration pours from them and they give you life.
Treasure those beings, they're little life tokens.
Perpetual rewards for the paths you've chosen.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
There used to be romance in everything we did.
Atleast I thought so...
Now all I see is two people sharing the same memories,
Separately.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
Little girls are taught a lesson
To just say "no" when they feel threatened.
Your private parts are your own
No one will touch if you say "no".
Little boys are taught to watch pretty girls without their tops.
Girls are yours to touch and play
This is what boys call love today.
We need to educate girls and boys on ****** health equally! We can begin to put an end to child *******, ****, ****** abuse and *** trafficking if we begin to Educate our children equally and carefully. Let's fight for some decency in society. This poem is stereotyping males and females. I realise not all girls and boys are brought up this way but it also highlights the sickening reality that many children are not sufficiently educated in safe equal ****** health. For many children by the time they are taught the "say no" lesson it's already to late and they are left feeling as if they did something wrong. Children and adults are not always able to just "say no". Politics is never that simple. Let's protect our children and spread positive ****** health education messages for those who need it most.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
Wood dry and crackling, fireworks for two.
Flames amber auburn, Heating up the room.
Mugs of tea and old books, Reading on the floor.
Blankets thrown over our knees, Our sleepy fire roars.
Snuggled up and toasty, Our dog now sound asleep.
Sunday afternoons like this are my favourite kind of dream.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
What a terrible situation you are in.
Blood hot, boiling under your skin.
Eyes not met and smiles not shared.
Little footsteps are everywhere.
Daunting doors and crowded spaces.
Filled with demons are these places.
Heart now racing tick, tick, tick!
Brain on fire get out quick!
Shaky hands and heavy breaths.
Back to safety it's time to rest.
Anna Josephine Aug 2020
I'd read your hand written letters a thousand times more.
Your notebook style mind was open for me to explore.
You drew my feelings like rivers and saw where they frayed.
I never loved you but I wish that you had stayed.
All my mistakes tore the little book bindings you made.
You where the only one compatible with my un compatible brain.
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