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annrkive · 1 year
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National Poetry Library, London
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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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annrkive · 1 year
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dear January,
your sunsets are incredible,
even if it seems cold
they're all about what I'm looking for.
like the colour of his eyes in my dreams
when he looks at me I feel that warmth
and I smile like a little girl
because of the strange things in my chest
sounds great, like a fairy tale.
but my reality is that he doesn't exist
a boy with awesome dimples
i wish him to know that I'm in love with
the paintings that he sends up into the sky
it created a connection between our hearts.
to nj
— anna pierce, sunsets
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annrkive · 1 year
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there are two books I've read while writing my thesis. i think people should read these books and understand the meaning of feminism. i quite admire girls and women. there's a quote, in the book that I remember.
EVERY girl has a UNIQUE and POWERFUL STORY TO TELL.
please tell us your story.
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annrkive · 1 year
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This Christmas brought me a miracle. Thank you ❤️
Merry Christmas my dears 🎅 🎄 ❤️
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annrkive · 1 year
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Merry Christmas my dears 🎅 🎄 ❤️
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annrkive · 1 year
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More than Enough
today was the last time
before my memories faded
i've worn blue more than enough
now, my heart is like a clough
even though I may be lost, I can
go on living as well as I can
the last lines I'll write 'bout you
the last archive of my true
maybe love.
maybe not.
sometimes lost through thoughts
walking the woods, running up the hills
as the words caves in
i got the feeling to heal
Me. Myself.
— anna pierce
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annrkive · 1 year
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autumn through my eyes
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annrkive · 2 years
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A Gentle Reminder by Bianca Sparacino
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annrkive · 2 years
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Like all poets, I write poetry about the things that consume my soul entirely
The sorrow in shed tears becoming salt in the sea
The bittersweet caress of the winter breeze like the voice of a friend bidding farewell
The unfading white fire of the stars burning in your eyes.
October 10th
A. M.
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annrkive · 2 years
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Kind of my favourite spot for working at the moment / always
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annrkive · 2 years
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you're gonna figure it, like you always do!
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Poetry Inspiration Playlist
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annrkive · 2 years
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— nature view, Italy
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annrkive · 2 years
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the dark forest has woken up 
my body burns at the stake 
birds are singing with notes 
a beautiful ballad of sadness 
— my Sun is going to set 
Anna Pierce
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annrkive · 2 years
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Lust for Life
I recently became interested in Vincent van Gogh. You could say at the beginning of this year. When I was in a bookshop, a portrait of him was looking at me from the counter. The book Lust for Life, which I couldn't buy at the time.
At home, I thought for a long time about the look on the cover that was staring back at me, turning me inside out. The cover depicted his famous self-portrait. I can say that I fell in love with art long before that, and also because of him. I noticed his paintings back on the internet, on various sites like Pinterest. Starry Night and Sunflowers fell in love with me the most, and that's when I started visiting galleries.
Today, however, I finished the book on Vincent's life and was left deeply impressed. He strikes me as a genius who went through all the trouble. I was madly warmed by his relationship with his brother Theo. And the last pages made me cry. No one understood him during his lifetime, but after him, he left an unreal legacy to the whole world. His vision into art. I can now say that Vincent is my favorite artist. I've also come to understand a lot because of him. His passion for painting has made me want to paint, even though I'm not excellent at it. My lines turn out crooked even when I do them with a ruler. However, I can love art differently. Someday I will open my own gallery. If I were to meet Vincent one day, I would certainly say to him, "I admire you Vincent, the whole world admires you. You've come a long way and done a great job.
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annrkive · 2 years
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Reflection
she's tired as hell
and can't hide it well
anymore.
her feelings are similar
as lines filled with sore
left by the artist
a reflection.
behind the darkest
without windblown
without affection
to life.
an exhausted genius wanders
unable to fly, looks around
he's cutting the canvas with a knife
they aren't feeling pain
no one.
the artist died before
the world accepted it.
and now she's alone.
it hurts much more
than ever.
-the artist dies twice.
Anna Pierce
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