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Sincerely, Anonymous 2/23/21

Welcome to Sincerely, Anonymous! I'm glad that you chose to take a few moments out of your day to join me in reading some of the amazing pieces that were submitted to me this week.


Sincerely, Anonymous is an anonymous, submission-based publication promoting the ability to heal through unnamed works of writing. By removing names, a pressure and judgement free environment is created for anyone who wishes to express their emotions in a creative and safe manner. To contribute to this publication, visit https://www.hannahkothari.com/sincerely-anonymous.



Enjoy!



Piano Man


As he carefully caresses the keys

Rhythms rip through the air

Sounds sing in the space

For he presses the wood with care


He closes his eyes to the world

Only feeling whats beneath him

All he feels is silence

The lights begin to dim


The auditorium is articulated

To eventuate the chimes

Curves in the room around him

Answer his sounds with rhymes


Those who watch the man

Have eyes drenched in tears

For the melodies coming from his hands

Have quelled all their fears


The instrument sings as he intertwines

His hands into the keys

Harmonies heaped from his heart

Put even screaming babies to ease

The audience stares in awe

As his song begins to pan

This will never be his last melody

For he is the piano man


- Sincerely, Anonymous


 

My beautiful friend.


Hi to your kind soul.

The one that is hurting.

More than I could ever know.


I remember when your hair.

Was healthy and long.

I remember when your voice was able.

To break perfectly into song.


I remember when you had true morals.

When you strived for good.

But then the drugs hit.

You felt misunderstood.


They entered your body.

And altered your brain.

You increased dosages.

As more and more numbed the pain.


He dazzled you.

With his big ole smile.

He said come with me.

I’ll make you happy for awhile.


But what you failed to realize.

Is the devil hides away.

And makes you think.

He will be the hero to your day.


Your hair has turned weak.

And brittle and cold.

Your skin has dimmed in color.

You look torn and old.


Your smile has faded.

Into a frown.

All your friends are leaving.

Because you’re going down.


He’s intertwined himself into you.

Interlaced into your being.

The addiction spread like wildfire.

That’s what everyone has been seeing.


You turn to him when you’re lonely.

Sad or weak.

He’s your only friend now.

Your days have turned bleak.


I want to stay.

But your love has turned fake.

I can’t stand to be near someone.

Who isn’t dying by mistake.


But please don’t die on me.

My beautiful friend.

I know you’re somewhere in there.

Please come back to me again.


- Sincerely, Anonymous


 

You were good once


I remember your smile.

Your kindness radiating off your skin.

I remember a person.

Whom I will never see again.


I cared for you more

Than you could ever know.

I grew up with you everyday.

I have the memories to show.


I watched you fade.

From good to broken.

Your skin turned fake.

Your kind words became unspoken.


Your appearance turned.

From beautiful to terrifying.

I watched as all the good parts of you.

Were slowly dying.


I know you can’t see.

The monster you’ve become.

Your mind is blocked.

And you’ve become numb.


I know my friend is in there.

Locked away.

In a cage full of thorns.

Unable to see day.


I wish I could fix you.

But I can’t help someone.

Who doesn’t understand.

That they’ve become no one.


- Sincerely, Anonymous


 

why can't i hate you

how could you leave so soon

while my heart bled through?

you were everything to me

but never deserved to be.


why can't i hate you?

the memories burn too

i wish i was your everything

but you never cared for my well being


i've lost all hope for us.

i even protected your trust.

what is there to do now,

without you, i feel like a clown.


why can't i hate you?

your lies, i'm starting to see through.

i wish i could say i don't love you anymore,

my heart and should begin to pour.


i miss our sleepless nights,

the days when we never had those fights.

i miss the love we had,

i sit here now, just sad.


- sincerely, anonymous


 

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