Author: Annalise Wellman
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Untitled, No. 38
Little fairy of light, Outside the cabin window, Watching my tears fall to sad songs, Blows warm air on the icy glass, Draws a heart in the fog, Then flies home, Wherever that may be. ~Annalise
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Look to the Deep
Oh, how enchanting is it to know so little, About this life we share, an inconspicuous riddle? Look to the deep And dance to Pan’s fiddle It’s not enough to dream a little Take the dive and you will see: It’s better to live free and wild With the elves in the wood Than to…
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Mille Fissures Dans Un Cœur
A lovely, little blushing petit four, One bite to find charcoal on the inside, Cronus stole from my soul and left it poor, Leaving a shell of a prospective bride. I unsheathe my dagger and leave it drawn, There are wolves in sheep skin tying up loose ends. Is it not sweet to be stalked…
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Songbird
Have this feeling, But I hold my own Songbird you’re a mystery I don’t know if I’ll ever solve. But I like your glance, Soft as down, And the way your sing In fiery waves, like your sign. My hand is out but I fear your intention, I can’t take apart my perception of you,…
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Untitled, no. 32
Otherworldly sire of destruction, Dawn the gavel upon Diana’s throat, As the match licks the grout, Smooth like silk on ebony wood, A snake’s tongue around the neck of a shrew. Lips of vermillion, eyes of insatiability: You’re after the gold in them. Phantoms on pique. Memories, the misanthropes like to say, Let the judiciary…
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The Winter Ball
Ensconced in cotton sheets On this blessed day, I set Tchaikovsky on with Pops and hums from the record grain. Staring into the winter yonder, Through the open window slats, Begging Jack Frost to come and play. As the record spins round, It summons the tree spirits to dance: They put on their icy pearls…
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Untitled no. 15
Forgive, I will. Forget, I will never. Three strikes and you’re out, Send in another batter Because you couldn’t see if it was written in neon letters And you’re not sorry, I know better. So will it happen again? Never. Because you lost something real When I cut the tether. So real that you can’t…
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The Modern Tragedy
Your actions are venom, Deadliest poison of them all. But I stay away now I’ve been warned from a far. I won’t be there for your fall Because your toxicity is potent But it’s ruining you most of all. You see, I can run away From the damage lying in your fangs. There’s only so…
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Aquae Vitae
A sweet, water breeze strides through frozen trees As it seeks, I hide until it learns where I lay in defeat Then it kisses my lips, and sucks the life out of me. With each suavium its fangs sink deeper into my being It drains my blood whilst watching each drop dance upon its tongue,…
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My Dear John Letter
Power play Games of haze It’s not my fault If I run away I’d like to stay Living in mixed moments And feelings of rage Can’t decide Between fate and hate Want revenge When it’s almost too late. Isn’t it tragic? Let’s paint the good girls bad Use them as pawns Then drive them mad.…
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