Poems. Selections.

all these Youths

 

just so —

 

Confused and in love

 

with our bad

 

Habits

—Anna Balint

I tease

 

the idea

 

Of you

 

just like I tease

 

knots

 

Out of my hair

 

after days of leaving it

 

unbrushed.

Anna Balint

all I had for lunch was

 

cigarettes

 

and the

 

Adrenaline you gave

 

me

 

last night.

Anna Balint

I love you

 

From

 

The bottom of

 

My

 

Heart

 

(Which) looks

 

Like

 

The bottom of my

 

Bag:

 

Dark with decrepit

 

Dust

 

Full of stray coins

 

And old

 

Crumbs

 

Of stale bread.

Anna Balint

How do I

 

Unhook you

 

From my

 

Heart— you’re hanging there

 

Like dresses caught in

 

the

 

Summer rain,

 

Heavy and stubborn,

 

Dreaming of the sun’s

 

Afterglow

Anna Balint

My heart is a ruthless magnet

 

for trouble and

 

things I do not know I

 

want.

Anna Balint

 

Skin which tasted of summer nights,

smelt of virgin air, the type

which exists only in the deep valleys of heat

 

between the months of July and August.

Your soul is salt water; salt water heals.

 

My heart heaves like the desert sands.

 

Look into the cup of water,

Think to myself —

 

The difference between love and infatuation is

hunger;

 

the desire to fight for the precious

invisible of a future sitting in the embryonic now,

to be shared, experienced (hope.)

 

Love exists differently for each one of us.

Love, the much of the little I know, is fought for.

 

Children playing with kites in the wind; is that all of us?

 

Let’s play with kites, let’s grow up in love

 

(I don’t really ever want to grow up)

Anna Balint

We are

 

Like two

 

Blue moons

 

In the summer of July

 

Our wild beating hearts

 

Galaxies apart

Anna Balint

Love is the Trojan

Horse of our

Lives.

 

Without it,

The battle

Is unsurmountable.

Anna Balint

We all have

 

Our poisons;

 

You

 

— are mine.

Anna Balint

We’ll find our

Salvation in the summer.

 

The pine tobacco

 

Smell of the forest

 

The sun on our skin — it’s

 

Warm leather.

 

It made its home

 

Atop our pores.

Anna Balint

We’ll just

 

bond over

 

Poison,

 

Won’t we?

Anna Balint

The cold ,

 

The cold

 

It grows like leaves

 

On

 

my collarbones

Anna Balint

Encumbered

 

We were encumbered by the rules society had set us,

Emancipated by our emotion,

and choked by a boundlessness of a freedom which we could never pursue.

Anna Balint

Household Chores

 

I remember

that my mother washed my baby

clothes and ironed

the creases

that appeared in the fabric

after the clothes dried

and recovered from the

tumbling 

tumbling tumbling...

endless tumbling in the

washing machine

Anna Balint

Paper Castles

 

During those days, I had small,

Tipper tapper feet,

And when I looked out the window into the gray, I was too small to imagine a world outside of that 

place.

During those days, my mother was the symbol for safety,

A tall, graceful tower,

I roamed around,

Free in my cage of toys and 

simplicity.

During those days,

I had a different taste

of perception,

A little bug lost in the beehive,

During those days where only objects swam in front

of my vision,

and the individual never seemed to make the whole,

When life,

Was just as big as a clementine.

Anna Balint

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When I died, put crystals on my skull,

pour wine on my bones, 

take me to the stars.

When I die, bury me alive,

Under silk and cotton beneath the

black sky.

When I die, stop it from raining,

for I have stopped my heart from 

bleeding.

Don't follow me,

but take me home. 

Anna Balint

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When I died, put crystals on my skull,

pour wine on my bones, 

take me to the stars.

When I die, bury me alive,

Under silk and cotton beneath the

black sky.

When I die, stop it from raining,

for I have stopped my heart from 

bleeding.

Don't follow me,

but take me home. 

Anna Balint

Pixels

 

Little pictures fill 

my mind,

like blurry pixels

Stuck in time.

Anna Balint

Dream

When I no longer dream,

and wake up in the morning again,

when I can no longer water my dead garden,

Finally,

Not be able to kiss you goodnight,

Remember what I told you;

Do not cry when you see my picture, but rejoice that it was taken.

It sits on the drawer today,

I still see your beautiful face in the reflection of the glass.

Do not miss me, 

Instead be happy you know and had me, like I had you.

Do not cry for me,

From wherever I am,

I cry for you more.

Anna Balint

War March

1.

The dim afternoon sun sits silently on our skin,

Minutes pass by as I watch him pack,

Strong arms throwing frail clothes into a suitcase.

I watch, as my daddy, with a stern face,

Slowly packs his life a way. 

5. 

After the car goes off,

We are left with our heads in a cloud

of earth-smoke.

'Daddy? Daddy?'

He is gone.

Anna Balint

Curl

You left the door open

The cold is coming in

It fiddles with my toes

and plays with my

Heartstrings.

Anna Balint

Bomb Baby

Our bodies our nothing but ghosts in the wind

Our shadows 

Simply the silhouettes of our burning desires,

And there is nothing now in this dead,

hollow place

to let us live.

We just drift,

As the slaves of consequence,

Barely alive, but somehow breathing.

Anna Balint

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