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What lights my flame like poetry?

A kindling to my fire,
an inspiration to my blaze,
poetry blew me away...

P is for perfection.
O is for opportunities.
E is for excellent.
T is for textures.
R is for rare.
Y is for you.

Poetry is perfect just the way it is. It can bring opportunities to all who write its formats. Its an excellent way to express yourself. Also its full of textures. It can be rare if written well. Its personal, sincere and true to you.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
 Jun 2018 Elizabethanne
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So long, love,
say gnite honey,
I'll go pull a stump,
so here I am, the field
of night all around me,
crazy, sad and lonely,
what love there was,
like a bee on a rose
buried in the year book
of past attics, you never lost
my shadow because I
never had one beside you,
though you did lose a ring
once, or twice,
you were like a woman
holding mirrors
over the spring, there
are screws
in the window sill
never sunken to hold
a pane, you don't listen
for me in the rain
anymore, you lie yourself
back into the one
you think you love, cruelty,
cruelty, cruelty, that's all
you've ever known, my love.
and as you spit venom at me,
i was looking for the nearest exit.
an exit that took me peacefully and painfully away.
an exit that sounded beautiful like the rain before That day.
an exit that i would never come back from.
hearing and feeling your footsteps fed my anxiety and all i could do was wait,
wait for you blowup against me.
you spit sweet venom that you knew would make me want to run,
you spit sweet venom that you knew would make me feel powerless,
helpless,
wrong,
unworthy.
but darling,
you'll never see me again after tonight.
no, no,
because I am backpacking the sky and meeting up with Him.
i will become a star in the sky but i won't shine for you.
you'll hear my voice and see my face in trees and on butterflies.
but walking here on this soil you burnt,
you will see me no more.
god and i heard you slamming doors and hitting walls.
i was made paralyzed with fear and worry of what's next to come.
i am only -- and the only "future" i see is looking down at my family and friends from the sky,
sitting on a cloud,
shining at night,
making it rain from my sadness of not being there anymore and the sadness woven into my existence.
i, moon, am not supposed to be happy.
everyone has proven that to me.
everyone has beat me, "loved" me, pushed me to the edge.
but i understand now,
yes,
i know now that i am not supposed to be here.
-- years of my life and all i got was signs that this was a
mistake.
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