Amanda In Scarlet

Amanda In Scarlet Feb 2014

I don't want to write about the cold, the wind,
The rain or these January doldrums.
England at this time of year is desperate and depressing,
And I'm longing for warm breezes, nighttime teases
A pregnant, chuckling moon at midnight. August dances,
Wild advances, stolen, secret, hungry glances.
Magic, confusion, summer scents
BBQ, Samsara, Bacardi and Cava,
And the kind of flowers that try to impregnate you with their scent;
Smell me! they plead, then kiss as I burst, spilling my pollen,
Blessing the union of your hungry, eager mouths.
January is barren but August is ripe, heady, ready,
Moist and pulsing, life is in the air,
Flee the doldrums, take me there.

Amanda In Scarlet Jan 2014

Things in Jars (Crying for Release)

Things are getting harder
And I cannot carry on
Burdened with these butterflies
That just won't die.
I am a specimen in a jar
Observed by a curious self.
I flutter to the top, to an airhole,
One delicious gasp,
And then I fall back, waiting
For the strength to rise again.
Forgive me,
I am new to myself and only want release
Perhaps I need to be restrained,
To ever find some peace.

Amanda In Scarlet Jan 2014

**** Love Poems

Gotta stop writing
**** love poems
For a complete ****
Who will never read them.

Gotta stop writing
Crap fantasies
About a complete ****
Who will never fulfil them.

Gotta stop writing
Sick eulogies
For a dead friendship
That will never hear them.

Gotta stop writing
**** love poems
Before they become
All that I can write.

Amanda In Scarlet Jan 2014

Hanging Onto Something

I still have your Prince CD.
You'll never get it back,
Because it's all I have, now.
I'd rather have your hallelujah smile,
Your eyes that make my tummy jump inside.
I'd rather hear your voice,
Your laugh,
Than any of the songs
But
I still have your Prince CD.
I don't think you will ask for it back,
And even if you did,
You wouldn't get it.
You just don't get it.
You never did.

Amanda In Scarlet Jan 2014

Seeing Things (haiku)

Scalpel to the eye
Will slice away my blindness
At least - some of it.

Waiting for eye surgery
All temazepam'd up but still terrified
Wish me luck!

Amanda In Scarlet Jan 2014

Honey Bee (Haiku)

Little honey bee
Nectar is waiting for you
Come sip this sweetness.

Amanda In Scarlet Jan 2014

Me...?

Two thirds of my wardrobe is pillarbox red
As are my lips, and the thoughts in my head.
I know I look confident, colourful, charismatic
And a part of me is all these things, but
I wrestle with sadness, I struggle with the blues.

I make more sense on a page, than face to face
And am more coherent drunk, than sober.
I love to dance, and sing, and play
A hedonist… But I have a heart
And when I give it away…

I can’t get enough of words. I can’t get enough of anything.
I drink haikus thirstily, I gorge myself on stanzas, rhyme-feasts,
Consumed with lust
of all kinds, but especially for poetry
Keep feeding me, please.

Secretly, I don’t think people like me,
I am just too much.
And it bothers me more than I care to admit, here
Because I crave adoration, and attention
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I try to live a succulent life
Full of joy and laughter and loving.
I try to be true, to myself, and here, to you
I am proud of myself.
I do the very best I can.

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This was a very hard challenge!!! http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-challenge-ye-friendly-fellows/