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anina-poetry · 6 months
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In an alternate universe
you’re pink
I’m red
we are what add colours
to a sunset
In an alternate universe
The wind is blowing thru my hair
and you are tucking
it behind my ear
You hold my face with both hands
and we just stare at each other
You don’t say a word
Because you don’t need to
you reside in me
in my blood
In that universe,
I am not scared to trust
And you’re
from a Jane Austen’s Novel
written just for me
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anina-poetry · 7 months
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your name inside
my mouth like a cyanide
ready to explode
your name still my temple my home
your name leaves my lips
like a prayer
unanswered
-excerpts from book I’ll never write
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anina-poetry · 11 months
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When I got to know loneliness is the disease that tortures everyone, I wanted to eliminate it.
See I want to save everyone but I don't even know how to save myself.
I want to be loved so bad that I overlook all the red flags.
So I give and give and give. Like pouring water in a desert, it is never enough.
You can’t make a home out of wreckage, so don’t even try. You want to love what’s broken but it ends up cutting you into a thousand pieces
From Anina
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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How can I despise darkness 
when it had led me
again and again to myself?
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh (25 September, 1888)
[text ID: I have a terrible clarity of mind at times, when nature is so lovely these days, and then I’m no longer aware of myself and the painting comes to me as if in a dream.]
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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i wanted to tell you that you are the definition of light to me even though you call yourself the darkness. that if i am the thunderstorm then you are the lightening that sets the whole forest on fire. instead i just stared at you hoping that my eyes would convey what my lips tremble to confess
~ excerpt from a book I'll never write
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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August is the saddest month
perhaps because it's my birth month.
sometimes i think, i was born sad.
it always rains on my birthday
like the sky is having a funeral.
i am so familiar with loss
that i measure
everything against its scale.
How many more days
do i have left on this earth?
How much more can i lose of myself
without it turning into
some kind of murder?
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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this pressing longing is almost a religion how is it that i miss you when i never even had you
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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your wounds
are of same shape as mine
maybe that's why
we are drawn to each other
like moth to flame
that flies to its death.
my Jaan
you're my epilogue;
my death
.
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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if depression is a flooded room and you're perpetually drowning
then anxiety is like tsunami which comes unannounced and carries you with it
— Anina
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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the page is empty just like me. usually I fill it with tears. but I think I dried out the oceans within me. what to call this ache when I don't know it's origin? if poetry is my medicine, what will I do when words leave me?
— Anina
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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you say you don't know
what to call this feeling
that you have for me
it's too haunting
to call it love
but too tender
to call it anything else
- from book I am writing
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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i thought i could just bury
my pain, place lilac petals
on it's grave
& it will all be fine
but pain demands
to be felt
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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you put your hand over the flame
just to feel something warm
you haven't felt anything
for a long while now
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.
After Laure Eden
this is what happens
when love is
held back
as a reward
you'll never feel worthy of love.
my teeth are coated with blood
tearing open the scars
which your claw-like fingers
carved out of me.
isn't blood synonyms
with love?
as long as i am bleeding
i am alive, right?
-Anina
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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eventually leaves lose their shine,
wildflowers die scorched by sunlight
& sunsets fade into the night
nothing really stays
even forever lasts
only for few days
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anina-poetry · 2 years
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you are not perfect
but you always demand perfection from me.
nothing i do is good enough for you,
punishing me even for the slightest mistake.
my shoulders are hunched
from all the times i kept myself small
trying to escape your wrath.
i still flinch every time i hear your voice.
what you gave us
was the bare minimum
still you gloat
like i had asked for this existence
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