YOUTHLESS, USELESS

Anna Olivia Böke, 2017   fake bittersweetness, sleepless killing snakes with honey angels with a loaded gun pulling the trigger with a split tongue   they twist his guts, it’s corrupt he’s lost spit on the national trust he’s the national garden defence   he’s youthless, useless heart and mind unaligned a life behind behind bars […]

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CHEAP THRILL(ER)

by Anna Olivia Böke, October 2017   You’re the salt on a pretzel thirst quenching, unasked for  Stop asking for more!   Your categorial imperative, your ranting unhinged You just make me cringe Your pseudo-intellectual passive making me shiver I can’t escape the question: Cheap thrill or thriller?   As Helter Skelter as it began […]

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NOTE TO SELF // Oh Anna

by Anna Olivia Böke, 2016   I wish I was an easy girl easy as a normal word wish I had an easy mind silent, still, in sanity   It’s a bitter normal world loud, insanely as can be   _________________________________   Oh Anna, don’t get bitter when the words are un-eased and shimmering untamed, […]

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THE CITY

by Anna Olivia Böke, 2016   I am so tired of this city, can’t leave He is holding me so tight   I’m reminded I hate this city, can’t leave held back, can’t jump a flight always maybe might   I know I need to leave this city don’t belong, need to run don’t know […]

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FESTGEZAUBERT

by Anna Olivia Böke, 2014-2017   When contentedness got a hold of me and reached its’ final level supernova flashed my face with a smile impossible to hold this is the final revel   red wine flood surging my shirt I ran when it was wrong stood when it was all gone so I took […]

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MINDFLICKER

by Anna Olivia Böke, 2016   something electrifies my brain lumps in throats, pulsating veins sweat and tears love, hope, doubt, fear I just won’t be happy here   It’s all too much mind in a rush lightning, thunder, sun again Is there ever meant to be an end?   I hope I’m just too […]

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THE GREAT ESCAPE (+PLAYLIST)

No, Not The Festival For a very, very long time now I‘ve treasured the thought and desire to leave a place whole-heartedly. Leave my hometown, sitting in a train or better the back of a car, looking out the window with that certain daydreaming-glance in one eye and crying with the other. Leaving a place […]

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