anne_shirley04

Australia

Christian
Enneagram 4
INFP
Chocaholic
Dreamer
Hopeless Romantic
Musician
Poet
Writer
Tea Drinker
Lonely
Reader
Weird (Aren't we all?)

Published Work

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! ...