Amy Childers

Amy Childers Mar 2019

Listen.
I am going to make this loud and clear.
I will talk to her okay,
But I will not let people tell me what to do
And tell me what to do with my feelings
Because guess what!!
MY FEELINGS MAKE ME WHO I AM!!!
If you can not understand that
Then I guess you never respected me in the first place.

This is what happens when you Stand Up for something that you believe in; a harsh text with my feelings poured inside.

Amy Childers Mar 2019

Please Don't Do It

Why do you have a fascination
With Death?
It may bring you relief
But what about all of your
Mentors,
Friends,
And family

They all think you have a life worth living
So live it.
Why would you want to take your
Precious and Beautiful
Life and destroy it?

PLEASE DON'T DO IT!!!

Amy Childers Feb 2019

Painted Images

A gazebo in the deep woods
Has been standing for almost 100 years.
Forgotten by society and left to debris.

The gazebo is covered in ivy and one single rose.

What are you going to stare at;
The fallen gazebo
The crawling ivy
Or the single rose?

Please answer. I want to hear your ideas!!! Thank you!

#questioning

Amy Childers Feb 2019

Auntie May

The sun never shines
On even the best of days
Because of the house on Sixth Street
Stares at Auntie May.

She screams and cries
But no one hears
The fear her throat is trapping.
Maybe I should lend an ear.

Bumping and thumping
The house goes a rumpling.
I find it rather sparkling
But not my Auntie May.

She screams of the body behind the door
and the blood stains on the bedroom floor.
Poor Auntie May has been screaming for years
Of the monster that whispers in her ears.

Auntie May now sits in a trance.
She is as quiet as a mouse in a trap.
Poor Auntie May was sealed in her tomb.
Then I realized that the house did move.

I looked for it the next day
And found it by my Auntie Mays grave.
Curious I knocked on the door
And inside was horror galore.

Blood was on the floor like
Auntie May did say
But the body was gone
That she screamed about the other day.

On the chair by the door
I saw a figure sitting on the floor
and to my dismay, I looked at the figures face
And found it to be my old Auntie Mays.

The sun never shines
On even the best day
Because the house on Sixth Street
Scares little Olivia May.

I was challenged to write a dark poem in a Dr. Seuss style. I think I did pretty well.

Amy Childers Feb 2019

Misconceptions

I have seen many common
Misconceptions.
One of my favorites is that he believes that he
Made me the person that I am today.

This statement is clearly false
Unless I am an evil, ill-mannered, arrogant
Human being.
Luckily I am none of these.

I raised myself above the ashes to be a
Courteous, righteous, noble
Student of the universe.
So let me grow in peace
And Patience.

Amy Childers Feb 2019

...

broken hearts
broken dreams
broken plates
echoed screams...

no one can help me
not because i wont let them
but because they are not there
for me

it is okay though
i have adapted to the loneliness

Amy Childers Feb 2019

3:14 pm

"ur poems are such a
                  mood"

                                                                          "yay I guess"

                                                                          "some moods are perfect
                                                                          to write during because
                                                                          some people can find the
                                                                          truth during them."

I hope I have helped you, the reader, to see the truth. It does not matter what it
                                     is as long as you acknowledge it.

I am with Tabitha Houska. If you have not read her poems please go and do it. She is a great friend of mine and if not for her I would not be able to share my poems with you lovely people. Thank You!!!

#tabithahouska #findingthetruth