Anika Rose

United Kingdom

Message from Writer

I hope that even if we do not understand each other's words, we can find beauty and peace within them.

Published Work

Beyond Reason

Greater Beings

Am I just a plaything for some
ethereal being on a whim?
Are there greater powers than our
souls can even comprehend? Can 
they take our breath as easily as they
bestow it? Will they?

Is Sin bound to human hearts, or might 
greater beings have wrath rumble through 
their souls?
Do we owe them all emotion? Who 
will calm our tempers when thunder reigns 
free?

Are they beings as we are?
How egotistical to think that the greatest souls must
have our features.
Why, there is Pride.
Must Sin infect our every action?
But of course, for we are human.

My Years

I’m eleven
and my hands are shaking
as I cross that road for the first time.
My throat closes up and I feel
the rapid beating of my heart.
I wish I only felt that the first time.
In my head I’m crying, screaming,
Go home. Go home. Turn around and don’t walk in.
But I walk in anyway.
Everything was okay.
I’m in my form room,
seeing so many new faces,
then something pushes me forward and there I am
in the thick of it all.
I'd never been in that place before.

I’m twelve
and defined by a character I haven’t dropped since.
I can feel my soul out there,
just beyond my reach.
I always tell the harsh truth,
and then I stop.
And I dream - god, I dreamed so much.
I thought of futures I could have, and 
places I want to go, and
the person I want to be.
I dreamed, and dreamed, and...

The Waves

Maybe the Earth could tell I was alone
when I stood by the shore.
The waves were high and mighty
leaping
closer and closer
to my toes with every crash.
The winds stole my breath
every breath
knocking it out of me
even as I stood gasping for mercy.
They were powerful.

The next time I ventured there
I wasn't alone.
Maybe they could tell.
The air was light and joyful
brushing my cheek like a
loving embrace.
The water was placid,
gentle,
heeding to the motion from my fingertips.
And there,
there was the Sun, stoic
in the sky but playful
skipping and
dancing
across the waves.
The Earth pulled my heart up to my lips,
placing a smile so easily.
They were still powerful.

My Years

I’m eleven
and my hands are shaking
as I cross that road for the first time.
My throat closes up and I feel
the rapid beating of my heart.
I wish that was the only time I’d felt like that walking into school.
In my head I’m crying and screaming,
Go home. Go home. Turn around and don’t walk in.
But I walk in anyway.
Everything was okay.
I’m in my form room,
seeing so many new faces,
then something pushes me forward and there I am
in the thick of it all.
I’ve never been in that place before.

I’m twelve
and defined by a character I haven’t dropped since.
I’m beautifully naive,
of the troubles that await.
I can feel my soul out there,
just beyond my reach.
I always tell the harsh truth,
and then I stop.
I don’t work any harder.
It’s a common misconception about me,
I was the laziest person you could have known. ...

Just Hope.

They want me to write
‘Just hope.’
Ha. Hope is not here. It is bleak and dark and I hate it.
They will know
That I’m acting of course.
Spewing joy as if it’s my life’s work.
Like I believe it. Ha.
Hope is imaginary.
Actually, no.
It’s the name of a celebrity’s child who does anything
But inspire it.
How can I write of hope when I don’t feel it.
There are no bubbles.
I am sensible and rational.
I’m sure you are too.
Hope.
Ha.

The Poppies Will Grow

There is no raging gunfire
in this war
It is silent
We are not closely packed for warmth
in this war
We are far apart
isolated 
alone.
This war drives people apart
and rallies them together.
This is a war
but afterwards the poppies will grow:
In the place of everyone who lost their life,
Who worked to save us.
In the hearts of the survivors
the poppies will grow.
The poppies
will
grow.

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

The News Goes On

My alarm goes off at seven 
And the news goes on 
She blooms in our chest once more 
Before dropping us to Hell’s pits below. 

I take a lunch break at one 
And the news goes on 
My heart is racing as I’m  
lifted,
higher 
and higher 
And then dropping to the cold Earth again. 

My work finishes at five 
And the news goes on 
I’m rising past the treetops 
higher than I’ve been before 
I can almost see - 
And then I smash into the rock below. 

At ten I’m going to bed 
And the news goes on 
I rise up 
Far past before 
Up to the sky 
She’s bringing me up further 
and there! 
I can see the horizon -
But I slip from her grasp
Falling
and
Falling
and
Falling
and the pain is paralysing
But Hope will raise me up 
again
and again
and again.
Until I can reach out and touch the horizon
Until...

I am lucky

I am lucky.
I am lucky.
I am lucky.
The mantra repeats
until I'm suffocating with the thought.
This war is
long
and people are fighting
for us, for me.
I am lucky.
Sitting in my cosy bedroom away
from it all.
I am lucky.
I have to force my mind back.
I am lucky.
To be sitting here
alive
safe
I am lucky
and I am miserable.
I'm fighting, too
not that war
but my own.
That familiar loneliness forcing its way into my lungs.
I promise I'm trying
to fight it off because
I am lucky.
But I can't help but feel -
stop!
I am lucky.
I am lucky.
I am lucky.

But I have a voice
and I can speak
and I am human
and I am allowed to be
angry
upset
sad
pleading
praying
hoping.

Knight

My tears are flowing strongly now
I can barely stop them
A gasp claws its way up and out of my throat 
Forcing me to cough and splutter.
I curl over
My heart aches under the strain

And you manifest before me.
With a thousand freckles on your nose 
And windswept hair (from where?)
And you're my knight, my knight
with shining eyes, eyes
that peer into my soul and see it all.

You can't touch me, but I'm comforted
anyway.
I'm not gasping anymore.
Until next time, mon amour.
 

Lost Souls

Where do the lost souls go?
To the stars, where light encompasses all.
Up there, the brightest of souls flood the skies with
light.
Where else may the storm in my mind quell?
But someplace where silence reigns all
and I could see nothing but Light.

And if you are lost, and your should rises towards the heavens, when can you be found? 
Will they ever be retrieved?
Will you be lost forever?

Where do the lost souls go?
Can I follow them?
When can I go?