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A M May 2014
alone and scared
you didn't turn away
i clung to you

the fear left
i had you,
i had you.

then it changed.
your head started to turn

i tried to hold your gaze
but it was returned
with a scowl

alone once more
but this time different

my companion-
memories

i remembered your smile
i remembered your glare
i remembered your embrace
i remembered your shadow
i remembered my security
i remembered my pain

what did i do?
A M May 2014
mysteries intricately laced within

layers
blanket me
and pulsing heartbeats
resonate in rhythm with my soul

i can hear the sound of my keyboard tapping
or pencil upon paper
or the wind rustling leaves on trees
but i can hear music.

it washes over me
creeps into my crevices
seeps into my skin
and infuses my heart

i can't help but feel

my heart
either
weeps or
laughs or
smiles
along with
the rhythm

my body slips into movement
i have no control
the music has a hold over me

i learned that sound waves carry energy and information

isn't that the truth.
A M May 2014
i was in *******.

the insides of walls were all i could see
day in and day out
re
lent
less.

the persisting darkness and pain seemed as though it would never end

but alas, here I am.

Free.

Free to breath,
Free to smile,
Free to live.

As Abraham Lincoln emancipated the slaves,
O, College Board,
the time has finally come for you to set me free.
APUSH
Don't take this seriously, I was put up to this by a friend :)
A M Apr 2014
you can't control
your outside


peel back a layer
and there you will find
who you are
A M Mar 2014
My fingers are tentative

They hover above the keyboard
for far too long,
constantly straying back to that
****** key,
delete.

Nothing comes out right.

Tap, tap, tap
my fingers tap the counter
my pinky taps < delete >

I'm desperate for the right words
but today they evade me.
A M Mar 2014
"Let's party!"

Gleaming pearls,
Swirling skirts,
Tinkles of laughter
and shouts of joy.

Feet move fast
Words fly freely
Everyone here
is having a good time!

Ornately decorated,
Empty inside.
This is inspired by the 1920's. I wanted to write about the extravagant parties and lifestyle of the Gatsby era, but how everyone was fundamentally unhappy. It's funny how these things never change.
A M Mar 2014
Why are we all so sad?
Smiles used to grace our faces
as easily as we breathe air

but now it seems as though even that is hard.

Everyone is...
broken.

This world wears you down
the darkness blankets us
it creeps in
dimming our light

Smiles are rare stars

Admire their beauty

Try
Try
Try
To add to the night sky
With a smile of your own

We can form a constellation.
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