By Anne
She has a
bizarre
point of view.
An unusual
way of being.
They say she is
weird,
strange,
freakish.
She feels
unearthly.
She wishes she were
dreamlike.
One day
all of her
will be an illusion.
Editor: Makena Behnke
Vrae–A Poem
By Anne
Have you ever woken up?
Have you ever slept?
Do you know what you want?
Do you mind regret?
Would you rather forget it all?
What would you have done?
If you could, would you do it again?
Editor: Bella Bier
I live in your version of sensibility…
By Anne
My feelings are always wrong,
except for guilt which is what I deserve to feel
and the fear that must always control me:
My sadness and anger are selfish;
My happiness is a burden and a chore;
My very existence has brought hardship,
And my fault it has always been.
My job is to fix everything broken
and to hide from the world while doing it.
All people are evil inside;
To form relationships is a careless thing
–but being alone is pathetic.
My reality
fictional.
My opinions
wrong.
That which I love doing
isn’t worth doing.
At least this is what you’ve taught me.
Editor: Brennan Nick
Thinking of Love
Thinking of love? Valentine’s Day is on its way. “Anne” has some ruminations on the subject for you.
By Anne
It’s as if you’ve turned my heart into an ocean
at the same time you’ve lit it on fire.
It seems to slosh around with every motion;
I can feel its weight, its infinite depth.
There is no limit to its flow.
The fiery tongues dance inside me,
engulfing everything they see.
I feel the warmth of both comfort and anxiety.
Editor: Peter Kadel