Anastassia.S : Writing

The Experimental Treatment of Reality

The Experimental Treatment of Reality

A Poem by Anastassia.S


There was a time when I leftTowards the railing, a woodenWhite railing that was guarding the beachAbove the rocks, long away from the oceanYet the wat..
*Tragic picture

*Tragic picture

A Poem by Anastassia.S


Of course life doesn’t seem so tragic in one still picture But overtime all kinds of disease accumulate to show The state one has been making ..
Flat is the *Man

Flat is the *Man

A Poem by Anastassia.S


Flat is the man who has responsibility’s for others especially his own, flat is the man who neither wants nor doesn’t have flat is the ..
She's shiny! we think...

She's shiny! we think...

A Poem by Anastassia.S


white tar, stains her lips her china doll face polishes all thoughts. she’s shiny! we think that’s all she is shiny. we feel her roun..
Sun, lovers and Capricorn beast

Sun, lovers and Capricorn beast

A Poem by Anastassia.S


Sun, lovers and Capricorn beast stuboorn for an intensity I can never seem to grasp work and art don't mesh in concusive terms with each other th..
Nothing Can Be Said About You

Nothing Can Be Said About You

A Poem by Anastassia.S


Its a strange sound producedwhen nothing can be said about youyou contradict everything known about youall I am sure is my memories, and right nownot ..
I Wish I Could Play The Piano

I Wish I Could Play The Piano

A Poem by Anastassia.S


I wish i could play the pianoright now....but everyone in my house is sleepingI also cannot write piano.smear a philadelfipha sound witchand open a bo..
His* Disbelief* in* me.

His* Disbelief* in* me.

A Poem by Anastassia.S


UNTIL the morning he asked me to go making me, making me, making me up he went on and on about disbelief and there left a deep red thorn why..
Celestial* Longing* For* Nothingness

Celestial* Longing* For* Nothingness

A Poem by Anastassia.S


the morning…the world went away the air breathed trees not the other way around sound came and went without ears to praise it's tunes my b..
Through* Yourself * And *Out

Through* Yourself * And *Out

A Poem by Anastassia.S


First Title That Is Longer Than The Actual Poem.....itself ;)

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