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Feb 2019 · 309
Dots
Amy Childers Feb 2019
I am a single dot in an infinity of
More beautiful and colorful dots.
How can I be more lovely
Than the dots surrounding me?
I am not one in a million
But one submerged in a billion
Of beautiful dots.
Feb 2019 · 140
Nightmare
Amy Childers Feb 2019
I just want to lay my head down to sleep
And dream of you and me.
We can bask in the afternoon sun
And you can be with me.

But dreams fade.
My phantom will meet its tragic end.
However she will haunt my dreams forevermore.
This nightmare will never end!
Feb 2019 · 176
The Ruined
Amy Childers Feb 2019
Why do I feel so alone?
Why is love so unattainable for someone like me?
Why can I not cry?
Why am I so desolate?

I am beginning to crumble.

I am gone.
Feb 2019 · 67
Why?
Amy Childers Feb 2019
“Why am I in pain?
Why does my heartache?
Why are my feelings buried so deep?
Who put them there?
Why can I not open the chest to my love?

Why can I not feel love anymore?
Why does everyone hurt me?
Why will they not let me in their mind?
Who are my true friends?
Why does their ignorance swell in my eyes?

Why am I not loved?
Why am I not cared for?
Why do I care about what they say?
Who began this masquerade?
Why am I still playing it?”

“Why am I so alone?”

“ Because you are not like us.”
I guess I am feeling alone.
Feb 2019 · 93
The Wild Card
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.
Feb 2019 · 76
The Mask
Amy Childers Feb 2019
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.
Feb 2019 · 62
To Whom it May Concern
Amy Childers Feb 2019
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
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.
Jan 2019 · 91
The Aviator
Amy Childers Jan 2019
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.
Jan 2019 · 332
The Bibliophile
Amy Childers Jan 2019
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.
Jan 2019 · 132
The Dendrophile
Amy Childers Jan 2019
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.
Jan 2019 · 626
The Pluviophile
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.
Jan 2019 · 517
Hypocrite
Amy Childers Jan 2019
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.
Jan 2019 · 79
Reality
Amy Childers Jan 2019
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.
Jan 2019 · 1.9k
The Selenophile
Amy Childers Jan 2019
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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