Amy Childers

Amy Childers Jan 2019

I can hear her pounding on my roof.
I can see her gloominess in the sky.
I can smell her sweet aroma throughout the wind.
I can taste her tears falling from your cheeks.

She beckoned me outside with her intoxicating song.
Her fluid movement like a ballerina in mid-flight.
Her sweet singing luring me in her luscious embrace.
I wish I could stay with her forever but the storm was almost over.

I love her jealous tempers that come in gusts.
I love her misty hair twirling in the ferocious wind.
I love her alluring aura that shines above all elements.
I love her impish laugh that is carried throughout the valley.

I am in love with the rain.

Amy Childers Jan 2019

Hypocrite

I love me a good hypocrite
One minute he is praising and the next he is talking ****.
I love me a good hypocrite
Always making promising that he can not commit.
I love me a good hypocrite
He says he loves his children but he is just a counterfeit.

If you didn’t want children then why even have them
I am sure that someone would have come along and found them
We are not your slaves so just leave us
It would have been sooner or later, there is no more to discuss
You are just a hypocrite
A small baby misfit, I am done with your skits.

I love me a good hypocrite
Always making people feel like they are the reason why you split.
I love me a good hypocrite
Always saying that we did not love you one bit.
Now you know why I always threw a fit.

You can say whatever you but that won't change me one bit.

Excuse my language... I just wanted to get this off of my chest.

Amy Childers Jan 2019

Reality

Warmth and Isolation.
The main drive in Human Nature.
As I sit in my version of Isolation
I feel the heat roll off my skin.
As I sit there I see the curtain moving.
I dare not open it.

Cold and Loneliness.
Nobody really wants to talk about it.
When people feel it that's when they shut up.
I know it’s out there, it always is.
It never goes away.
It is just something that we have to deal with.

If I open the curtain
My enchanted facade will fall apart.
But indelible the Warmth will run Cold
I will have to leave the Warmth and face the inevitable.
But that is okay.
The Warmth runs out anyway.

I can feel it.
The Warmth is going away.
Where has it gone?
Why can it not stay?
Why does it leave me when I need it the most?
But I will survive somehow.

Once I turn the Warmth off
I feel it leave my skin.
The curtain waves at me.
Beckoning for me to open.
I stand up
Forced to leave my warm Isolation.

I stand with the Cold on my skin
And I became aware of something that was not there before.

Amy Childers Jan 2019

The Selenophile

The selenophile stares solemnly at the beautiful Selene.
His long lost love hidden somewhere in that celestial body
Surrounded by darkness, dashes of the stars, and the dust of gods.
One eternity evolves effortlessly into two watching his wandering wife
In the mourning midnight blue sky.

Her ethereal skin,
Her cherubic lips,
Her sublime locks extending beyond the stars,
For all the world to see
And for all to adore.

The selenophile stares solemnly at the beautiful Luna.
His fair silvery sister hidden in that satellite,
Surrounded by loneliness, competitive stars, and cloudy skies.
One day brings an eternity effortlessly to its knees,
In the mourning heart of the kin.

Her exuberant eyes,
Her ****** lips,
Her compassionate soul dimmed by the dark,
For all the world to see
And for all to envy.

The selenophile stares solemnly at the shadowed sky.
Combing for the figure that is hidden beyond the coverage,
Engulfed in darkness, blank stars, and stained skies.
One day brings drab darkness to the land and
In the mourning heart of the people.

I hope everyone enjoys this. I did!!!

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