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The Poetry of Anouk Schneider

Lovely Lilies Can’t Touch the Truth


Lovely lilies touch her hair,

When

She

Is

Bleeding,

When

She

Is

Crying,

When

Her hair touches lovely lilies.


Her tears water lovely lilies,

Flooding

Droplets

Of

Guilt,

Flooding

Regretful

Past

Choices,

Flooding

Her, tears water lovely lilies.


Her fingers pollinate lovely lilies,

Gifting

Presents

Of

Peace,

Gifting

No

More

Trauma,

Gifted.

Her fingers pollinate lovely lilies.


Life can now chase the lovely lilies,

And

Old

Vengeful

Vines,

And

Old

Rampant

Roots,

And

Now the lovely lilies can chase life.


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Not So Hollow Bones


I shall become hollow bones,

Fluids

Empty,

Notions

Gone,

Fluids

revealing

pride,

Emotions

broken,

Fluids.

Hollow bones, I shall become.


The hollow bones warn me not to speak

I’m

only

Small

Sand,

I’m

A

Wandering

Warrior,

I’m

Not to speak, I warn the hollow bones.


And now am I a hollow bone forever?

Perhaps

I’ll

Break,

Or

Perhaps

I’ll

Grow,

Although

Perhaps

I am a hollow bone, now and forever. 3/28/2023


Anouk Schneider is a writer and filmmaker at Duke Ellington School of the Arts, known for its prestigious art programs. Schneider has been writing stories since the moment she understood how, and spent the first years of her life in Paris, surrounded by art and culture. She has been recognized within her art department for a comedy film entitled, “Lost in A Ruff Day” presented in the school film festival, “Awakening."






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