Anastasia Anderson

Anastasia Anderson Sep 2015

All the butterflies are
Gone,
And I'm left here alone, by myself to move
On,
I've been feeling less magical
Less up, and I'm feeling radical
Every breath feels slow
Searching for this thing that I will never know,
I want to feel something
less,
Or maybe just nothing
Tell me, what do you do with yourself
When no one wants anything to do with you?
How am I supposed to feel
When I feel like I've got everything to lose?

Anastasia Anderson Sep 2015

Autumn Skies

Lips and fingertips
Brushing together
Between the autumn trees
So easy it is, to fall in love under this rainbow of
leaves

Sep 2015

Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Phalaxy

Magical cauldron apomixes connoisseur
Cephalic phantasmagoria entity obliquitous
Mystical conjurous conjugal entrepreneur
Fantasia fantastication phantasm obsequious
Amorously arduous ardent raconteur
Ephemeral translucent opulence ubiquitous
Vanity sanctimonium temerities saboteur
Intrepid verve’s intriguingly iniquitous
Sorcerous sabbatical apothegms chauffeur
Endemic veracities fortuitous elicitous

Futurity fatidics fornication kithe
Ephemeral metaphor semantics flaunts
Empirical emulation scenarios blithe
Subjunctive subliminal nostalgias haunts
Agile articulation acuities lithe
Analogizing corroborative prolificacy daunts
Alacritous tactile manipulations writhe
Numinous syntactical paradigm *****
Emanate imminent perdition tithe
Orotund jaded seal ordinand jaunts

Overt convection coercions chiaroscuro tempestuous
Apex crux axis ****** matrix torrid
Manifest objectified enamorous interstice lecherous
Spurt binge spree ***** protuberance squalid

endearingly engendering amore

Anastasia Anderson Sep 2015

Blossom

Pretty little flower
all soft and bright
smooth curved petals flowing so lightly
perfect little bud safe when closed at night
but such a delicate daisy isn't good at fighting
and when the great big storm rolled in
this soft little flower didn't have a strong enough stem
her roots were torn out, and her leaves all fell
sending this tiger lily right down to hell

Anastasia Anderson Sep 2015

Scream At Me

I don't want to take your ******* anymore
I'm done being criticized and thrown against the floor
Stop SCREAMING
stop SCREAMING
The voices in my head are from your imagination
There's nothing wrong with me
You caused this agrivation
Telling everyone that oh, she's just sick
And I'm perfectly fine
And done with your ****
You keep saying that I'll be okay
But I've learned not to listen to everything you say
You just like the attention
Of having a ****** up daughter
Saying I'm too fat
To consume anything but water
At restaurants...
How am I supposed to feel
I don't know what feelings are real
All I know is that if the voices are really there
Their telling me to dispose of
All that feels unfair

Im just going to take a second and apologize for my language in some of my more angry poems. I apologize if they offend anyone, but I have made this place my area to vent my feelings, sometimes they can get a bit exsessive. I'm sorry.