ams
Most of this poetry is based around emotion and moments of growth and realization. / / I find inspiration not only through my own daily conundrum, but through the events-both high and low-of my close friends. / / I write to create order and sense of confusing situations. / / Enjoy & please leave any suggestions or comments. / / -Ams
In a fetal position, I sit
buzzed cut, scarlet carpet
under me
propped up against iron bars, digging into my back
Stained glass memories cast colored shadows on the floor and bodies of those surrounding me
My head rest against the mahogany railing,
tea candles rest on the floor
casting watercolors of still life portraits through my tears
hallow silence
echoing against stone arches
Warmth
arms graze arms
surrounding me
never has anything felt to right
never have
I felt so blessed
to have those whom sit beside me
all is at peace within the silence
I look up and remember
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
BEEP,BEEP!
PA-SHUU!
UUUURK!
Urban cacophony
conducting a
eulogy
reminiscing of the burgeon
bucolic country
::silence::
a precursor to an ubiquitous end
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 1:32 PM UTC
Absconding from nebulous qualms
of your own chicanery
I am here now to disabuse the anomalies
of the ingenuous
irascible thoughts that relegate
your capricious effrontery of your
disparate soul.
Magnanimously,
I would return such a favor,
however audacious....
yet with such a unique situation,
aberration is truth.
To censure such thoughts,
I leave now with a voracious eloquence and you...
alone, forever.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 6:40 PM UTC
I never thought this could happen except on 20/20,
but it happened,
it happened to me.
You did this.
*******
Go to hell
You stole my voice,
you stole my humanity.
I want you in prison till
my *****
sag
all the way
to my
toes.
You stole my sense of security,
my sense of safety.
You did this to me.
Because of you,
I'm scared to be by myself in public.
What if I see you?
What if you see me?
What then?
Will you run and hide?
Will I scream?
Wait.
I can't.
You stole my voice.
Yeah, I will "get over it" with time.
I've gotten over things before.
But you changed me,
you stole a chunk of my soul
with your
camera,
and
I want it back.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
Worry wakes me at 2am
refusing to let me go to bed
"Come, let's talk" he says to me,
**"about all of life's possibilities;
of life, of death, of what happens after
of fate, of choices, of happily-ever-afters
of sickness, of danger-and even kidnappers,
of careers, of regrets, of blessings and bets
of family, of neighbors, of lovers, of friends.
Come! Let's chat, inside your head.
We have all night, so take your time.
Let's also make a grocery list-don't forget the wine!"**
I hate when Worry wakes me at 2am
but I must be polite, so I just smile and nod my head
I listen to all that Worry tells me
but he makes himself comfortable and dwells deep inside me
he visits for days and sometimes weeks
yet when he leaves, he escapes without a peep
Dear Worry, please next time
just knock at the door
give me some time, so I may implore!
Yet, tonight we remain friends
viewing the world through your concave lens
as you rest yourself inside my head
dear Worry, it is time for bed.
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
He yells at his neighbors
and sometimes my friends
his hygiene is horrible
his breath smells like flem
when I ask him to come over, it turns into a huge affair,
cause he just sits in his lazy-boy chair and stares off into the air
he refuses to cuddle with me on the couch
but suddenly, when in bed, he is not such a grouch
his domestic habits do not exist
if they did, I would not be so ******
but for some reason
I still love him
I have no idea why
that little rat-
terrier, pug mix
**** dog of mine
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 9:59 PM UTC
Monotonous memories
attached to strings
float into the sky
like butterfly wings
Hold on tight
all you want
still they drift away
like eternal hiccups
In between the ears
they rest
dust gathered under
an oriental carpet and old oak chest
Search all you want
to recall their details
but the timbre
is all you remember
May 29, 2010
May 29, 2010 at 10:15 PM UTC
I grab your arm
in warm embrace
the smile of love
drawn on your face
In my hand
I feel its near
Your fragile frame
sinking endears
Static heartbeats
heavy breaths
hold my hand
you need some rest
Don't worry
it will be OK
Heaven's steps
not far away
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 11:17 PM UTC
Heed my 'vice Cindrella
take your shoe and run, get out of here
follow the stars off to Never-land
don't let your silly dreams disappear
Where did it come from, why is it here?
Stop it. Rewind it. Fast forward one more year. (x2)
Those 'ventures fade away, with each passing day
of stories long ago
take my hand, hold on tight,
let the music take your for a ride
Where did it come from, why is it here?
Stop it. Rewind it. Fast forward one more year.(x2)
40 days and nights may pass without a sight
but still I know you love me so
lost in this ocean, amidst the commotion
drifting from your sight
In your love and mercy rest my endless worries
amidst this chaotic mess
reach out, grab me, don't reprimand me
keep me in the light
Where did it come from, why is it here?
Stop it. Rewind it. Fast forward one more year. (x2)
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 10:56 AM UTC
Pop
goes the cork
Glug
goes the bottle
Swish
goes the wine
Clink
goes the glasses
Laughter
goes the girls
Pop goes the cork
Glug goes the bottle
Swish goes the wine
Clink goes the glasses
Cheers! goes the memories
Pop goes the cork
Glug goes the bottle
Swish goes the wine
Clink goes the glasses
Love goes the friends
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 9:42 PM UTC