#artsymagee

I hear sweet lullabies in your laugh

even when you find it too rough, too loud.

I still believe your eyes shine brighter than the sun

even when you're on the verge of breaking down.

I still know that flowers grow from your skin

and that life exists from within

even when you pick them out like they're a sin.

I still see summer in your smile

and hear spring in your sigh

even when you think it's dead season in your life.

I still love you for you

even when you don't love yourself too.

Silence

anna magee (March 1st, 2021)

It was 5:30 pm and you were laughing as the

Breeze was knocking my hair all around me

The smell of the beach stuck under

Our noses

I glanced at you and could help

But to smile

That's when I knew

I could glance at you for

The rest of my life

Each new day, in

Such a special way

One that makes me say

I may survive today...

No Way

We took a walk

through Portland lights,

He asked me why

breakups made him feel like a 

balloon pressing too close to 

a sharp ceiling

He looked at me and smiled

But he didn’t choose me.

Snowflakes

anna magee (February 13, 2021)

OUT

anna magee (April 22nd, 2021)

March 4, 2015 - One of the first poems I’ve written!

I’m from half built tree houses

And vicious snow ball fights.

The one who gets to the sled first wins, 

And the blasting of music to strangers.

I’ve seen the top of mountains 

And felt the bottom of rivers.

Screaming, “MARK!” at signs, and

“Fluffy!” at strangers. 

The bruise on the thigh that will never heal

And the obnoxious air that fills the place.

The crushing trees that are in it for blood

To the cat stuffed in a wooden box in the basement.

I’m from the alarms and the gummy bear stuck on the fan.

Haunted radios and jello in the fridge.

From knowing what I’m saying when I’m not saying much

To the rabbit foot key chain in the old rotten box.

I’m from the snapped and twisted,

The stubbed and burned,

Leafing and dead family tree,

That I am proud to call my own.

anna magee