Amy Childers

Amy Childers Feb 2019

Why do I let the wrong people in?
Why do I push the right people out?
Why is love so intoxicating and cruel?
Why do I fall for it every time?
Why do I never call your bluff?

That wild card is hard to swallow.
Your cuts don't show me a chance for your tomorrow.
I have seen your manipulation before
The question is should I not ignore
If I do who knows what is in-store.

Your love is toxic
Your heart is impure
You manipulate my brain
I am on the brink of becoming insane.
Maybe it is time to call your bluff.

I have now come undone.

Amy Childers Feb 2019

The Mask

I don’t like to put on the mask
It hides who I truly am
It hides my wounds
It hides my scars
Or at least that's what I thought.

Without it they snicker
They jeer
They laugh
They sneer
They think their actions are invisible.

With it on they whisper
Fake compliments
Fake love
Fake people
They all learned to hide and observe.

I guess with the mask on or off
They are all the same.
So why do I always hear the whispers?
And why do I care?
They are all the same.

I guess it is best to live with the mask on
Then they are oblivious to my pain.

Amy Childers Feb 2019

To Whom it May Concern

To whom it may concern,
You do not know me and I don’t know you.
You will probably have no effect on my life.
We will never meet by chance
Or fate.
That stuff is just pure imagination.

To whom it may concern,
I will never experience love at first sight.
I will never be saved from the tower.
No prince will sweep me off my feet and carry me away
To a castle and make me queen.
That stuff is just pure fairy tales.

To whom it may concern.
I will never look deep into your eyes and see a future.
I will never be dazzled by your smile and your laughter.
I will never be charmed by your good looks.
I will never be held in your warm embrace.
That stuff is just pure hopes.

To whom it may concern,
No one will be mine
And I will never be someones.
So let's just go our separate paths
And never think of each other again.
That stuff is just pure reality.

Amy Childers Jan 2019

I can not control my feelings right now.

Shattered hearts
Bruised souls
Bleeding knuckles
My mind is a battlefield
And soldiers are yelling
¨ Open fire!!¨

You deserve better
You never need to change
You are who you are
You are beautiful
Just the way you are
You are not the one to blame.

I can not control my feelings right now
I want to scream
I want to be the judge
I want to be the jury
I want to be the guard to his cell
I want to be the last face he sees before he goes to hell.

I can not control my feelings right now
So he better watch out cause here I come.

Amy Childers Jan 2019

The Aviator

Can you be my aviator
And fly me away from reality?
We can live among the stars
And forget our responsibilities.
We can forget about our past and
Look to the stars for our future.

In the sky, we can look down
And see the lives of people
Who does not know that they are
Being controlled by their social standards.
They don’t know what it is like to be
Free.

Free to be a bird
Not an ant that has to obey the queen.
Free to be my own albatross
Not a bee that goes straight to the hive.
Free to be my own god
Not a gazelle that is constantly being preyed by the lions.

In the sky, we can look down
And see the lives of people
Who does not know about the
Whispers of authority and ignorance.
They don’t know what it is like to be
Free.

Can you be my aviator
And fly me away from these burdens?
We can live in the clouds and we can be
Truly Free.

Amy Childers Jan 2019

The Bibliophile

You were once clean
Like all creation.
Beautiful and unfamiliar,
Full of possibilities and ambitions.
Just waiting to create your own story.
Your imagination is your only limit.

But I did not fall in love with you
Because of your cleanliness
Or because of your image.
I did not fall in love with you
Because you were new
Or because it was fated.

I fell in love with you because
Of your contemporary ideas.
I fell in love with you because
Of your imperfections.
I fell in love with you because
Of your ancient scars.

I fell in love with you because
You made me laugh when I wanted to cry.
I fell in love with you because
You beckoned me to come into your mind.
I fell in love with you because
You consumed everything that I ever was.

You didn’t care about my past.
You didn’t care about my feelings.
You didn’t care about my looks.
You cared about your selfish ambitions.
You cared about seeing the world.
You cared about changing me.

You altered my being and my story.
So thank you.

If you have not seen a pattern with my poems? Read the others and you will see it.

Amy Childers Jan 2019

The Dendrophile

Do you remember when I strolled past you
On that lazy summer day?
You laid on the bench
Across from mine
In that park that no one cares about.

I went over and sat by you
On that blissful nostalgic day.
The next day you were still there
In the same place as always
Looking beautiful as ever.

I grabbed you from that bench and
I took you home in my pocket
And gave you a new home.
I watched you grow throughout the years
I fell in love with you and buried my tears.

Things around us are changing my dear
The old is out and the new is in.
I am afraid that the machines are going to take you away.
This place is going to be gone by tomorrow
For something that gives no sentimental value.

Just know that I love you.
I wish I could bring you with me
But your roots are too deep.
If people had seen our tragic love
Then maybe you wouldn’t be destroyed.

Do you remember when I strolled past you,
On that lazy summer day?
I think that was the biggest mistake that I ever made.