annanicholepoirierhogle's writings

There is a herd of honeybees,

    pollinating the grove of irises, 

    off the back porch.

Buzzing, and mumbling about their chores

The brilliant lion mane of the garden bleeds into the grass,

And I find myself dusting ash off my feet.

I feel so dense, like a fog,

And you can hold me up,

   So I don't fall into a vapor.

And somehow I find you exist in every passing thought,

In every breath of wind,

Like a figure draped in black,

Or the blot of ink on my fingertip.

   The burning sun has caught me in he web.

-ANPH

Thank you for your interest in my writing. I love poetry, and if others love my poetry, all the better! I will definitely submit a piece.

I've been throwing cigarettes out every window,

They were burning holes in my chest,

but I need the smoke to veil my eyes;

If I could see, I would go blind.

Deer in the night, watching my headlights go by;

The forest encroaching my thoughts,

They mean to take my peace,

in the rot and decay of growth.

I will go into the night,

   it is where I belong,

   meshed in the shadows

   and breathing out stars.

I can still feel your touch,

   pulling at the ends of my hair-

This is where I vanish.

-ANPH

driving through clouds, 

I realize I'm off the ground;

and when I crash down to the earth,

I will see all the stars that promised something better;

smug little faces,

I was sleeping, eyes shut

  don't wake me.

Then the sound of breaking glass,

As I ran from the house.

My breaths were short,

  don't hate me.

I had to pull open my chest

let the bones fly where they may.

Brother, don't swallow the bullets-

  I had to pick the buck shot out from the shattered glass,

Hatchet in hand, you meant to turn out the lights,

But the sun was burning too hot,

I couldn't let the cold creep in,

   don't leave me.

They said you had it in your mouth,

That you meant what you said,

but you can't ask me to do that

to walk away and hear the thunder take you.

So I ran down the road

and I raised the alarm,

And when I came back,

and saw the shattered gun case,

and the pellets littering the living room floor,

I could see that the storm had hit,

But it was past now,

And you may be saved yet,

I kept you from Death's dark hands,

I mean to keep you longer if I could.

don't go.

-ANPH

I've been chasing rabbits down bunny holes,

It seems.

Or it's deer by the rock wall,

Watching me fumble with the ever tangled threads.

Going down, it's turning dark and dank,

Earthy scents, moving things

in the earth,

crawling over me in the

throws of breathing.

I find it hard to catch

mine,

So with the living earth

I am smothered into

oblivion.

-ANPH

The lights are all blurring,

taking the darkness out of the night-

But the headlights are blinding,

and I need the dark

       to rest my head.

I grow weary of human sounds,

They are all the same

    groaning, begging-

    ripping at my flesh

    like it's my fault the

    world is burning.

But the noises increase

  when I shut my eyes

  nightmares of chains and

  forever closed doors.

Trapped in my head, I wait for daylight

And the comfort of my ignorance.

-ANPH

Thunderstorms for a week;

The lightning comes down, forking

like the road ahead.

The rain comes down in sheets,

like the white ones soaked

on the clothes line.

If I wrap myself in one,

Can I surrender to the universe?

It's got plans and fate on it's side,

All I got is a down-on-his-luck burning branch,

to light my way in the wind and rain.

I haven't got a chance,

to survive the chaos

tumbling down.

-ANPH

Wildflowers in the tall grass,

Little dots of red, and yellow- The sun is high,

   floating on heated air currents,

   sending out radiation; to burn

   up the cosmos.

The needle on the record player skips,

dances across the spinning black earth;

We know what it's like to lie down

and feel the wrath of our burning

yellow star on our cheeks,

We know what it's like to

look up and see the stars dusting

the night sky like a powered donut-

This is the edge of the world,

open and dry like a desert,

We are all just vultures picking at bones.

-ANPH

I've only got three ways to go;

  down the dusty road,

  beneath the willow tree,

  and the hard fall for you.

I will make the clouds dark and grey,

and they will follow you in your sleep.

I don't meant to pry, but the

deadlocks are in my way to your bedroom,

and the pale underside of each leaf

is warning of a storm.

Let me in; you have to say the words,

then I can take the overcast sky

and replace it with the vanishing landscape

of a railroad heading west.

I can carry your secrets, and your

sadness, I can bear what you cannot.

We will hold it all up,

   do not despair-

I've got you cradled to my underside.

-ANPH

The thunder rolling in,

like marbles across the kitchen floor.

The day made it's slow march

across my blurred perspective,

German boots stamping, the

buttercup petals falling, cascading

down to stone me with their heavy scent.

The storm's coming,

       taste it on the wind

Gently brush my hair away from my

temples. The finger of your hand

came from the fog surrounding my eyes,

And you held me in the summer's heat.

Under your blue gaze.

You whispered in my ear, hot

and breathy;

       'I will hold you down,

       until you see the night stars in my eyes' 

-ANPH

The cigarette stuck to my fingers

in the hot humid air-

I can pull back the layers,

in the atmosphere,

delicate as blue colored tissue paper.

When I move, as if through a veil,

I hear the crackle as they crush

under my gentle breath.

There is no wind, 

-just the sun and clear topped dome

holding me in perpetual summer.

A fat queen bee,

is making a home outside my door,

and when I shout at her,

she continues chewing wood,

And when I tell her she's going to die,

she does the same, chomping louder at my threat.

It seems her and I

can do nothing to stave off the

heat, except chew our wood

and think of rain.

-ANPH

It's the deep resonating sounds

of each hoofbeat, like the crash

of a midsummer party-

   it thumped in my chest, and

spilled out my lips.

   I could feel the world rock back

and forth, cradling me in a valley of

dark midnight dreams and wind.

It's so desolate, keepers breathing down my neck,

they got keys and window shades to keep me in.

Don't say where I need to be,

     the night is mine,

     I can see the evening sky turn;

     the sun's eye from my burnt neck.

     It's blistered from all the watching-

but the heavy silence quiets me,

the pressure on my eyelids doubles,

   and I escape to a plane where

I can roam free of prying eyes,

and that is where I can stop shaking

    the night terrors won't anchor here.

-ANPH

Petals in the road, stuck like wrong-season

snowflakes-

      petals on my shoes, the high heels'

      the ones I wore out to dinner.

The almost-full moon lights a gloomy path,

down twisting, dark roads, I watch it

move in the sky.

Every breath of wind, plastering my pulled-out

hair, the strands looking gold in the night.

The sounds from my stereo, set the

pace for the woodland drive,

    the mountain keeps us nestled in the

    crook of her elbow.

Once over that crest and down,

I can creep in through the glass door,

And listen to the owl

chastising me from out my window.

The eyes are dead,

     They fell open and dull,

I fell into bed,

the rural setting in place.

-ANPH

little elf in the wood

bright orange dot in a world of green

delicate foot pads,

     the way the body swings out and back

at each step

it moves across my path

in it's twisting, jaunting dance

just a little elf

swarming over my feet

in waves of squirming, writhing 

       crawling things

little elf in the wood

-ANPH

The bluebells in the undergrowth,

line the pathways of my dreams,

turning moonlight into stardust.

There is music in the trees,

melodies in the tall grasses,

singing me to my slumber.

The stars all winking,

blinking out a morse code;

telegraph in the night.

It seems all the world is alive,

whispering in the dead of night,

secrets of dark places,

     in my head, where sunlight does not reach.

Forget-me-nots, causing loss of memory,

the drug I need to escape you.

Soot in the woods, threat of flames

and burning-

But if I bathe my cracked feet

in the cool waters of that dreamplace,

I won't have to keep chasing you.

-ANPH

I've got 40,000+ words written for my novel. Not done yet.