anne_shirley04

Australia

HIGH ON LIFE

Published Work

Fire

Spitting embers everywhere,
Wood under flame.
Like glowing, fiery angel's hair,
Fire is my name.

Licking wood with burning tongue,
Warming in my bower.
Though I may bring destruction
And ruin within the hour.

My children leap about the air,
Like fairies in a dance.
Here one glides, here one slides,
They jump around a prance.

They are stars, shooting up,
Swimming to their homes. 
Flame is my glorious dress,
And wood is my bones.

I often glide in and out,
Setting all alight.
I am a jewel, fierce and burning,
The child of the night.

Who I Saw in the Park

I saw Andrew by the flying fox.
He was wearing his black hoodie.
He was tall, his hands behind his back.
I saw Mrs Atkinson near the barbecue.
She was smiling, she looked kind.
I miss her.
I saw Jessica playing on the round-a-bout.
She was adorable, and I remembered when she
Sat on my lap at fireworks night
And I had to keep fixing the bow that fell out of her hair
And Andrew was looking at me
He said, "You're going to be a good mother."
All I wanted was a daughter who looked like her
Blue eyes, soft brown hair, little big smile
They all made me cry that day
And the sad thing was that
None of them were actually there.

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Jar of Us

Every house on this street is ours
All bathed in the same light
All belonging to the same street

And not even aware of it.

Every sky across the world is the same
A different colour every day
A different message in the heavens

But the same canvas and palette.

Every little light is a star
Whether it's a window with the light left on
Or a glowing starfish in the sand

They're all part of our night sky. 

Every person you pass is a person
Do you ever stop to wonder where they're going?
Do you ever watch the person beside you in a traffic jam?

Maybe they're listening to the same song.

I could stand on top of the tallest building in the world
And see every messy, beautiful person late for work
I could put them all in a jar and see every colour in one place.

My Dog

Sometimes I miss you so bad it hurts
And I love my dog
'Cause he knows.

Puppet Show

I can't get over how
The light hits your face
The perfect angles,
Complementing the
Perfect shadows
Making your face
An ethereal puppet show
I could gaze like a child
In complete rapture
At how the sun kisses your forehead
And how the shadows embrace your left cheek and neck
I could never paint
The celebration of uneven balance there
Oh, how you shine-

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Jar of Us

Every house on this street is ours
All bathed in the same light
All belonging to the same street

And not even aware of it

Every sky across the world is the same
A different colour every day
A different message in the heavens

But the same canvas and palette

Every little light is a star
Whether it's a window with the light left on
Or a glowing starfish in the sand

They're all part of our night sky

I could stand on top of the tallest building in the world
And see every messy, beautiful person late for work
I could put them all in a jar and see every colour in one place

His First

the force of the current;   he saw firelight,
a gleam                    a glimmer   brightness

The hero


     singing on her head

                 It spared her
             in his need. 



                  he never lost heart.
with his bare
hands

                  he would have to rely
                  So must a man do

        Life doesn't cost him a thought
                                 warming
                       gripped
                                   frenzy:
she rose 
           ...

A Space Where You Used to Be

I'm surrounded by an abundance of people
And so is she
but though she looks completed by the crowd
There's a space where you used to be
There's a space cut out of her back
And a space cut out of her shoulders
There's a space cut out of her hands
Out of every place you held her
I can see your outline in the space that's missing from her
Like a snow angel
She's not too hard to see
But there's a space cut out of her heart
A space where you used to be.

Stuck in the Past

I'm never really there
Never fully present
Walking around I see
Scenes replaying, the past coming to life
I'm everywhere, doing everything
I don't feel inspired
Because I know there's more to life
Than what everyone's busy with
But no one sees it except me
Only I separate the intangible from the physical
And I miss how things used to be
I miss everyone

Real Friends

Real friends don't go deep
Because

They've already been there

Calligraphy

Oh, my love who used to be my love
Why do you keep trying to be perfect?
No matter how many white layers you put on
They're never going to forget those ink stains
That have stained your chest since we
stayed up until morning, writing down
Our love, expressed in
Beautiful
Dark
sharp
Calligraphy.
They're never going to forget those ink stains
And I won't either
But I, unlike them,
Love your ink.
As it took many kisses
To mark your chest 
They're never going to forget those ink stains
And they've tried to forget
The ink stains you left

All
Over 
Me.
 

Missing You

I wish I had an aversion to you
Every day passes with you saying nothing at all
When I taste lemon and honey tea
I still see you
Walking towards me in your smart uniform
-Not a bit like you

I wish every song on the radio didn't remind me of you
You used to come near
But now you stay away
Now every word I say
Hangs like a question in the open air
-Never coming down

I wish I didn't treasure everything you say
And it drives me crazy when you don't notice me
You push me over by accident
I'm still falling
I'll never be broken on the floor but
-I'll never fly again

I wish that sad songs made me cry more than
Those fucking happy love songs, so perfect, so beautiful,
Nothing like the pain in my head now
People tell me
That you care behind your cruel smiles
-But I don't see it

I...

Missing You

I wish I had an aversion to you
Every day passes with you saying nothing at all
When I taste lemon and honey tea
I still see you
Walking towards me in your smart uniform
-Not a bit like you

i wish every song on the radio didn't remind me of you
You used to come near
But now you stay away
Now every word I say
Hangs like a question in the open air
-Never coming down

I wish I didn't treasure everything you say
And it drives me crazy when you don't notice me
You push me over by accident
I'm still falling
I'll never be broken on the floor but
-I'll never fly again

I wish that sad songs made me cry more than
Those fucking happy love songs, so perfect, so beautiful,
Nothing like the pain in my head now
People tell me
That you care behind your cruel smiles
-But I don't see it

I...

Our Eyes Are Bright

Nobody knows who I am
But if they did they would want to know who I am.
They would see all my moody colours
Dripping down my window, grey watery paint
Blending together.
They would feel the blue light streaming in
From my eyes, from the night.
my soul is an echo of what I see
the scenery shines and resounds inside me
I'm a dark shape crouching in the corner
A part of your life, a part of this room
You don't even realise how much of you I am.
We leave the lights unlit,
Because we know that our eyes are bright
Our drawings are alive.
Let someone intrude on us,
Let them feel so out of place.
We'd like that, wouldn't we?
We could gaze into our windows, our eyes,
Ignoring their presence.
We know our bodies are dark
but our eyes are bright
We are forever trapped inside our vision
We are clever
We are beautiful ...

Our World

Let's let the snow fall down,
Beloved.
Let's laugh at the rain outside,
My loyal companion.
Let's not watch the weather with grave faces,
My friend.
Instead, let's curl up on the couch and
Lose ourselves in the tv screen
And the freezing cold
Drenched
People outside can look in our window and see
Us in our world.

Gorgeous

I can't get over how
Gorgeous
You looked this morning
Wearing that white dress with the
Pink Roses.
Bringing out your classic style.
High on coffee, you said
"I had the best time last night"
And I believed you, because
Your cheeks were flushed
Your lips were pink

And your eyes were shining

Bus Stop

You deserve someone who would
Wait for you
In the rain

Feels Like Freedom

The footy's flying overhead
It looks like a diamond in the sky
The sky is pink, it's almost night
-Twilight.
As it nears the ground, we run to
Wrestle for it
Laughing and breathing hard
I look up and stretch out my hands
The wind feels like a song
The night feels like freedom.
It's getting dark
The light of the moon is the only eye
That sees us late-night fun seekers
We get in the car
And drive everywhere, singing ABBA at the top of our lungs
We drive past some bike riders
They sound wild, and I love it
I lean out the window, into the night
I give him the bird

And I hear him laughing as we drive away.

When You Cry

It is beautiful when you cry
It's a sign that your walls are breaking
The walls that were holding you back
Are crumbling
That's all that I wanted to do

Set you free

Gorgeous

I can't get over how
Gorgeous
You looked this morning
Wearing that white dress with the
Pink Roses.
Bringing out your classic style.
High on coffee, you said
"i had the best time last night"
And I believed you, because
Your cheeks were flushed
Your lips were pink

And your eyes were shining

Jorja

Long legs
Hesitant
Pixie face
Gentle brown eyes
She smiles for no reason

Her mouth is full of glitter

Small Talk

Good morning,
Good afternoon,
Good evening.
Hello,
How are you,
Goodbye.
It's a nice day,
It's so hot,
It's freezing.
Life hurts,
Small talk sucks,
But I try.

Clear as Mud

You'll run past me,
But what if I slip?
You'll go ahead
will you stop if I trip?
The air looks so cool
But I'm tasting blood
Will you care if I cry out?
Your heart's clear as mud

People

I hate people
But I love their souls
Why do we wrap our beautiful depths
With shallows?

A World of Light

We came out from our shadowy depths
Into a world of light
A place where yellow snow
Falls on the ferns below
A place where the wattle trees
Are continually caressed by a sun shower
Constantly falling to the sound of happy serenity
It was there where we, a creature of darkness
Felt out of place, like a blot of
Ink on a white canvas
But, at the same time, it was there where we
Felt at home.

I Was a Fool

I was a fool to
Lay down my heart for
Someone who didn't 
Love me back

I was a fool for
Gazing forever in adoration at
Someone who didn't 
Even see me.

Every Moment

When we will seems so far away
While we are takes forever
When we were was a second ago
Who we are changes
Every moment.

Michelle

Flowered skirt
Short brown hair
Free spirit walking
Dreamy stare

We, Like Spotlights

We, like spotlights,
Turn on when there's nothing there
We worry and picturise the future
Filling the grounds with ghostly green light

The Golden Child

I cannot take my eyes off him
The golden child
He runs to bring glory to his own
He sets them free with his side

I cannot meet his eyes at all
The golden child
They are bright, blue, and more pure than mine
With the essence of laughter

I cannot move my eyes away
The golden child
Even the sun glorifies his head 
With a halo of sunlight

He cannot know my eyes are his
The golden child
For I am hidden under pretence
The pretence that is the truth

A Ray of Sunshine

A ray of sunshine in the day is bright
But a ray of sunshine in the night
Is brighter

That Lonely Road

Take me back to that lonely road
Lined with tall trees that cast tall shadows
Where the sun peeps shyly through the branches
Shafting light onto all under

Where one again I'll hear the sound
Of the uneven chorus of warbles
The freshest way to wake up to morning
Forest birds singing the same song

Where one again I can sit there
Under the yellow wattle tree, alone
Watching the trees wave with the wind slowly
By the pure breath of the spirit

Where once again the faerie wren
Will hop, innocently by the young creek
Which bubbles my mind into dreams of peace
And continues through the moon light

Take me back to that lonely road
Lined with tall trees that cast tall shadows
Where the sun peeps shyly through the branches
Shafting light onto all under

How Are You

"How are you?" they ask
You don't tell them that you are
Broken inside
You don't tell them that you're
Struggling to see the point in life
You don't tell them that you
Hate everyone and everything because
They're so damn fake
You don't tell them the truth
After all, this is small talk
You just say, "Good thanks. How are you?" 
 

Hahaha Potato

Hahaha potato
Yes grilled cheese
Avacadi Avacado
Avacadi and Aladdin
Flying carpet and mayoiinassse 
Fire man ham
Pepper headphones in my ear
Grapes on my toes
Pen dropped in the drink bottle
Sushi in the fire
Mama stole my jam pot
Papa. stole my bread
Johnny took my butter knife 
And knocked me on the head
Lucy ate my cheeks and biccies
Don't steal bear and niches-
They're all I have left.
 

I Give a Damn Too Much

You're mad at me because you think
I don't give a damn
That's not the real problem
The real problem is...
That I give a damn too much
And it's killing me

People

I hate people
But I love their souls
Why do we wrap our beautiful depths
With shallows?

Divorce

How queer it would be to have your name taken from you
And then given back to you
Like having your life taken from you
And then given back to you
You're suddenly transported back in time
To when you were a miss 
Learning from your mistakes
And never making them again.

God's Pleasure

A child's gift is a mother's treasure;
A humble heart is God's pleasure.

Your World

I now live in your world
It was yours for most of your life
Then I came, and it was mine also
You made our partnership official
By holding my hand
And it was our world, forever
Now that you have left,
I live in your world
All alone, like an empty cd player
I wish you would come back
And make it ours again.

Clovers

The roots of the clover are purple and white
The seeds at the bottom are snuggled in tight
Between clods of earth, below the rich ground
And there, underneath, is where true luck is found

People

I hate people
But I love their souls

A Hint of Magic

I saw the flick of a rainbow
Early one stormy morning
Its colourful hues looked out of place
Like a hint of magic in the rain

A Purple Dream

This evening the sea was a purple dream
Its expanse a blanket of simple thoughts
Enveloping one into a soft blue nothing
The milky sky and sea was one
And for that small moment
I wanted to fly out among the sleep
And be part of the beautiful calm
To not think of all my pain
But simply come back to be still
Again and again
 

My Dad

I think my Dad is a bit like George Banks-
A child with broken dreams
Imprisoned within a man

Bonfire Visions

A small fiery dragon's cave
Glints with jewels and flame
The wood is glazed with golden scales
Beauty made from pain

The gems of sunlight escape
Their little pretty hell
On a whim I glance over back
Twilight under spell

Letter Writing Competition 2020

To my Guardian Angel

To my Guardian Angel, 

I live in a world full of human life, but I always feel like there is much more than just the things I can see. I have never seen you, but I am sure that you have seen me. I think you are always there, looking at me in wonder. For, while you are a celestial being from heaven, humans intrigue you. I'd love to think that you, even though you are constantly surrounded with unimaginable beauty, prefer to be among us human beings. Our mess must be something that inspires you and makes you curious. So that, to your clear eyes, we are that little thing that gives you your purpose. And what a wonderful task this must be for you, serving your Lord by caring for the object of your utmost interest.

Little soul, from what window do you peep in at me? Were you assigned to me before my birth? I wonder if...

Letter Writing Competition 2020

To my Guardian Angel

To my Guardian Angel, 

I live in a world full of human life, but I always feel like there is much more than just the things I can see. I have never seen you, but I am sure that you have seen me. I think you are always there, looking at me in wonder. For, while you are a celestial being from heaven, humans intrigue you. I'd love to think that you, even though you are constantly surrounded with unimaginable beauty, prefer to be among us human beings. Our mess must be something that inspires you and makes you curious. So that, to your clear eyes, we are that little thing that gives you your purpose. And what a wonderful task this must be for you, serving your Lord by caring for the object of your utmost interest.

Little soul, from what window do you peep in at me? Were you assigned to me before my birth? I wonder if...

Semicolon Soirée

My Personalities

Sometimes I do not feel like one person, rather, multiple; Molly is the side of me that keeps me together, keeps me working and keeps me happy-ish; Emmaline brings me to my bed every day to sob my heart out over the nothings that make my life unbearable; Paris is pink and gushy, always thinking of that certain guy; Wendy talks non-stop about ridiculous thingsmaking strange faces and bouncing all over the room; Clementine stands in a spotlight surrounded by darkness with her white face trembling in fear; Emily has Einstein's brain and lives to learn; Audrey is boss with a cup of tea always by her side, and she will NOT be put down; Matilda is a never-ceasing, bubbling pot of anger; Gipsy is artsy and crafty and full of colour and creativity; Jane is calm and zen, peace in a packet; Willow is a free spirit, as her life is always an adventure.

But with all these different...

My Comfort

My clothes are my comfort
As they cover my physical soul
So shall I then, beloved
Discard my comfort for you? 
Comfort alone can surely not compare
With the nervous passion young lovers
Fail to reign

London Lights

Old bright London lights
Remember who you were
In your reflection a candle glimmers
A watery, yellow blur

Patience

It takes patience to make something worth while
It takes patience to make something beautiful
It takes patience to make someone smile
It takes patience to live life to the full.
One who is patient can smile at their fears
And last over days, over months, over years.

Around the Corner

Tonight, the sky was holding something back from us
Something yet to come and soon will be
I could see red beneath the black and grey clouds
Like a war just about to start
Not now, but soon, just on the brink
The sky has lied to us, but the stars
Helped me to see the light still
Around the corner

An Open Book Burning

A bird far away flies 
Like an open book burning
In the fiery skies
Forgotten books free
Like spirits slowly rising
In a burning sea
Their words are written in flame
And dipped in ink of embers
Weaved with lovers' names
And the books are left open
On feathery bird backs
To be glorified by the lowly eyes of men

A Pearl in the Cauldron

The frothy clouds swirling around the moon
Look like a cauldron of dark poisons 
Almost covering
A small, glistening pearl

A Pearl in the Cauldron

The frothy clouds swirling around the moon
Look like a cauldron of dark poisons 
Almost covering
A small, glistening pearl

Look Around

On one side of the bridge, my home-hearth lies
On the other, the lights of the town
The foggy, dark mirror reflects my dreams
And the sky of twilight gazes down
Bars of light pierce the water amidst the night
The colours sing to heaven a modern sound
To see the beauty that our souls long for
One has nought but to just look around

Playwriting Competition 2020

Three Wishes

[A young man is seated on a park bench in the middle of the stage, reading a newspaper and looking rather bored. He sighs and turns over the pages slowly.]
Noah: Bad news. 
[He turns over another page] 
Noah: More bad news. 
[He turns over another page.] 
Noah: Politics! 
[He groans loudly and lies down leisurely on the bench. He props up the newspaper, then grins goofily.] 
Noah: Oooh! Comics! 
[He continues to read happily. While he is reading, three people under a sheet make the shape of a genie’s lamp and tiptoe along quietly. Noah looks up suspiciously, then looks down again. The shape moves again. Noah looks up and then looks down again. It keeps happening until the shape is in front of him. Noah looks at the shape, sighs, puts his paper down, and walks over to the shape.]
Noah: What do you pranksters think you’re doing? I can see you moving. Come out and show yourselves! ...