Annieb222

#BornBattleReady

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Creedence Clearwater Revival - Run Through The Jungle YouTube video by Creedence Clearwater Revival

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if we're on the same level, us

that's cool

I went to school

on a bus

but if mayhaps

you arrived via foot parent or bike

I'd still give ye a like

unless we're shootin' craps

or ye tell me to take a hike

then

I'm on another dimension

runnin' laps

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I pulled my #dimensions thrice
but only made 1 cut
it'll sure be nice
if I don't build it fucked up
you've rebuilt yours twice
& I refabbed yer parts
lemme give ye some #magnanimous advice
before ye brag on yer smarts
put that shit in a vice
make it square, from the start

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Quill and Ink

there is no
divine intervention
nothing to save the day
slipping in
from another dimension

there is the heart
& then there's the practical
sometimes
to stay safe
we have to be tactical

we took our chances
it was the most beautiful
of romances

now there's just two people
and a set of
circumstances

Take me to another dimension
Skies a hopeful blue
Where pain is not mentioned
Love is what the world moves

Where alibis aren't needed
Truth is a commodity
Time for closeness heeded
And lies are never told to me

Yes, another dimension please
Where hope and truth doesn't tease

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In the not so distant future,it's closer than you think!

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The abyss is patient it quietly whispers to humanity in moments of exhaustion when hope feels hopeless and the future feels too far away but light is stubborn and it persists in places where logic says it should fail in the resilience of forests after fire in the return of birds after winter so when the abyss calls to me I answer with silence turning instead towards the dimension where dawn continues its ancient ritual and where the human spirit still carries the fragile courage to believe that tomorrow might be kinder perhaps one day the darkness will claim everything but now I remain in the dimension of light ©Ann Bagnall

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There are nights when the world feels too heavy for me to bear and I withdraw into my other dimension not a place of fantasy, nor a fragile illusion but my hidden interior wilderness where my body can finally breathe this is the dimension that saves me that gathers the scattered pieces of my soul here I am reminded that the world is larger than the chaos of human voices that somewhere beyond the shouting a better place survives, its’ beauty woven into forests and oceans and galaxies that the world can still be beautiful and though outside, the world continues its restless descent towards darkness here, inside my quiet dimension my light refuses to go out ©Ann Bagnall

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I exist in two different dimensions the harsh world around me and the wilderness of my mind a place where I retreat to maintain my sanity to avoid the vanity, the profanity the lack of morality and the never endless insanity alone in my own dimension the magnitude of madness that rages like wildfires across the world that is slowly becoming darker and darker hurtling towards the time when redemption will be impossible when we will all bear the wounds, the scars, the loss and the lessons still unlearned where the right voices are always unheard and the wrong voices, seem to attract unwarranted attention adding fuel to the flames of our impending destruction here in my own dimension, I try to find joy in life for the world still has much to offer the quiet moments, where silence slowly falls in the deep corners of the night the slow silent rising of the moon and the ocean of stars on a moonless night the slow rising of the dawn, when the world slowly awakens these precious interactions keep hope alive distracting from the negativity temporarily blind to the reality, that circles us like crows waiting for the moment to swoop in, and take what little is left of what should have been our reality the dark abyss awaits patiently, for me to choose a dimension but it will be waiting for many lifetimes for me to surrender to the darkness for the light will ever call to me and that is where you will find me ©Ann Bagnall

The Dark Abyss …awaits patiently Image courtesy of Adobe Stock I exist in two different dimensions the harsh world around me and the wilderness of my mind a place where I retreat to maintain my sanity to av…

#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website and text in first comment for anyone who prefers not to use the link: annieb222.com/2026/03/07/t...

Drenched in the chill of midnight a requiem is drifting in across the funereal ash of our dreams our days, like leaves fall and fade away into the abyss of silence until the spring awakens our echoes and we flourish once again our endless cycle of connection and loss do you remember? do fragments of us drift in your temporal time? or is it only dreams that awaken another need? do you not see that we have become like branches of a single tree? yet still you remain distant and out of reach until once again, my dreams call to me © Ann Bagnall

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Falling, ever falling at first drifting slowly apart into the night, into the stream into the flames the beauty and the joy, the dying and the pain falling, the flow of grace eternal threads, the elegance of endings a rising requiem, a broken heart © Ann Bagnall

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We never knew our destination and the future was unseen our hopes where always built on treacherous sands we drifted aimlessly on the ebb and flow of restless shifting tides held fast in a moment in time, minutes moved silently to hours we were anchored to the dissonant weight of emptiness and the wind carried dark harbingers of change the once fragrant petals of our memories drifted slowly out of reach into the darkening woods where we wandered aimlessly and unaware walking down the familiar perfumed paths in an attempt to rewrite our history but we did not heed the wind’s pleading whispers and we retraced our steps over and over again finally becoming weary of our wandering and tumbling together into a hall of mirrors where in the moment, we embraced the fall until deep in the shallows of despair we heard the echoes of a requiem and ever undefeated, the past prevailed again © Ann Bagnall

We Heard The Echoes …of a requiem Image: Public Domain We never knew our destination and the future was unseen our hopes where always built on treacherous sands we drifted aimlessly on the ebb and flow of restle…

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Cinderella - Shelter Me YouTube video by CinderellaVEVO

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I remember
#beastly weather
on Trinity Bay

lookin' out
a big glass window

trailer trash they say

I've seen the wind blow

shelter plumb away

the only #chrysalism practical

was in music

it's so tactical

that in its absence

u can still use it

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never had chrysalism

druther be in the storm

hauled flatbed for a company called Trism

& it don't sound like the norm

twas the ticker symbol for Tri-state Motor Transit outta Joplin

we'll go with Proctor & take the gamble

my shirts are denim not poplin

sometimes I ramble

Unshielded Chrysalism I yearn to become her, She stands calm on wet rocks Suppressing a shiver From the spume in her locks Spellbound and freebound Her eyes on the skies Deep sound all around Waves nigh to her thighs A safe life's too sterile, She lives in this atoll On rocks, rife with peril That bolster her kind soul Chrysalism found in Vulnerable intention By Fiery Sun Song FluxOfMind.ca The background of this text graphic is a vague impression of painted waves over rocks. I designed it in Canva with their software and stock images. I never use AI tools.

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rain fell on the tin roof

& #chrysalism ate me alive

I started to goof

hopin' I'd survive

unrolled all my roaches

sieved out a jar o bong ashes

fought off 7 tokoloshes

daydreamed o fishin on Tres Palacios

while smokin' a #beastly bowl

that don't stop till it cashes

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Transformation

Autumn's chill turns
into irascible winter,
Warrior until the end.
What's it like, dying?

#Chrysalism hides
the truth, your #beastly
lack of self-preservation
won't protect you from
the facts.

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Outside the sky is a torn curtain and rain hammers the glass as if it can break its way inside it triggers something that used to live inside of me but the window holds, the walls hold and I suddenly remember that safety is a place, a choice a boundary that I am allowed to keep there is a tenderness in being sheltered while the world is wildly raging this is chrysalism, the recognition that I do not have to meet every storm I have spent too long believing that pain is proof of devotion now I am unlearning the religion of suffering and learning that peace does not need to be earned through breaking and I think of all the times I stayed too long in places that damaged me I feel a fluttering, a whispering not this anymore, not the old tragedies not the familiar drowning in my sorrow chrysalism is my refusal to step back into the storm and somewhere out there in the dark a future waits for me, quiet as butterfly wings ©Ann Bagnall

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The rain throws itself against the night thunder rolls its ancient drums and I feel it in my bones as the deluge settles it feels gentle, like sorrow tonight, the darkness is my cocoon and my room becomes the chrysalis chrysalism is a sacred pause before I must be brave again deep inside me, something flutters and I think of butterflies how they emerge as themselves but also as something entirely new they surrender to the hard work of becoming to the peace that arrives on soft wings and if tomorrow, I am still not free then I will sit by my window again and let the rain remind me that even storms must pass even sorrow has a season and even the most wounded heart can eventually heal itself ©Ann Bagnall

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Outside my window I hear the rain falling and thunder raging and I know I am safe but I am encased in the darkness aching to fly away from my pain to escape from my cage like a butterfly has its' chrysalism and can finally fly free I hunger for that kind of peace and I hunger for that tranquillity to once again feel the me I used to be just one more time before my skin becomes beautifully withered and my memories begin to fade away before I no longer hear his footsteps upon the boards or worse, before I hear them when they were no longer there have you ever felt that fluttering deep inside of you? sometimes it is the harbinger of fear sometimes it is the harbinger of joy but mostly we will not know, until it happens for better or worse our butterflies know the truth and they let us know in their own time guiding us to that peace and tranquillity and protecting us from chaos and harm so I now happily surrender to the butterflies to the blue skies and the I don't know whys I spread my wings and fly away from my self-inflicted tragedies and gently land far away, in soft serenity ©Ann Bagnall

I Spread My Wings and Fly Away …from my self-inflicted tragedies Image courtesy of Adobe Stock Outside my window I hear the rain falling and thunder raging and I know I am safe but I am encased in the darkness aching to fl…

#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website below and text in first comment for those who prefer not to use the link:
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Accidentally wrote a #BornBattleReady poem.

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I'm drawin' a blank
up since B4a.m. lookin' alive
but I threw some stank
on the subject in 2005
I pulled it from my picture bank
saves me from a new pen jive
but holds the same rank
as other memories I revive

Straight To Hell YouTube video by Drivin' N' Cryin' - Topic

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as I cross the #lacuna at 4am
I see that joker Shem

he needs 6 C batteries
4 the keyboard
he keeps wi' him
I steal a mag light off a floorboard
seen Early acrost the parkin' lot, he had 2 more
we went to the graveyard
& sang Jerry Lee Lewis songs

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4 am
Shadows fly
Reflections
In a vampires eye

Werewolf howling
Full moon
In full bloom
Stuck here inside my room

Imagination overload
Moaning mummy
In a stack of clothes
Lights on for restful sleep

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