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Jan 2015 Amanda

safe

Jan 2015 Amanda

Liv

safe

I am hungry
and no longer safe
the feeling lingers
in the stomach
the habit is in the heart
wanting more than anything
just to be loved
the inhale and exhale
is never enough
i'm holding my breath
i'm simply selfishness
hollow-rib-cage-rattling
desire

i wonder if you're hungry
for what I crave
dangerous love that feels out of place

Jan 2015 Amanda

pens

Jan 2015 Amanda

Liv

pens

a walking poem,
that's what you are
complete with your eyes
that form sentences
beneath my skin
your words crawl through my spine
and lie on my wrist
i think you're forgetting
i'm good at this.
i can see your metaphors
when your bones stay still
and i can feel your similes,
as deep as the ocean
all i've got to do is swim
the water's never clear
and it's never very warm
but i'd swim across the sea
just so we could be free
if words are your vice
then write me an ending
our love was **always worth defending

my writing blows im really upset about this, but nevertheless, keep going.

Jan 2015 Amanda

learning how to fly

Jan 2015 Amanda

Liv

learning how to fly

you spent your whole life
wishing you were a butterfly
when you're simply a caterpillar
who has a lot of growing up to do

Dec 2014 Amanda

Prayers for Pakistan

Dec 2014 Amanda

Angela Moreno

Prayers for Pakistan

Today one hundred forty eight were buried.
One of them was my son.
All fear of God from hearts departed,
Another war has just begun.
My heart is shattered in a million pieces
More countless than the stars.
My arms forever reaching but never truly grasping
My precious child now gone so far.
I still hear my son's sweetest voice
As sleep escapes from me,
"Mama, Papa, look what I have made!
I want you to come and see!"
But I turn and, alas, there is no one there
Just a room with a bed now empty.
Thoughts of leaving here, this torturous world
To join my son now tempt me.
Our children's lives were precious.
They had futures, they had dreams.
But now our children are sleeping, dead.
All hope is lost, or so it seems.
Today one hundred forty eight were buried.
One of them was my son.
But with God as my witness, his death will not be in vain.
A silent war has just begun.

Dedicated to the grieving families of Pakistan.
Violence is not the answer!!
PRAY FOR PEACE IN THE MIDDLE EAST

Dec 2014 Amanda

Spite

Dec 2014 Amanda

aphrodite

Spite

we are sometimes lucky enough to know people who illuminate our skies like the northern lights

we appreciate them even when we don't show it
and love them even with our fists slammed into the wall.

we do not have to be broken hearted.
we are so conditioned to believe that it is the people who love us that will hurt us most,
which in turn,
distorts our meaning of love into pain.

they say the only way to reverse this idea is to forgive, but
forgiveness is a tricky thing
and if we don't learn when to use it for others and when to use it for ourselves,
we will end up alone.

but people like me aren't afraid of being alone.

and you should know,
that i don't spare the lives of those who hurt me.
and even if you lay breathing tonight,
by morning,
you'll wish you were dead.

Kind of the opposite of the poem I wrote yesterday...
Thought I'd make a contrast and felt like posting something.
Hope you're all having a good night.
**

#love #pain #lust #hurt #apx #forgiveness #loneliness #revenge

Dec 2014 Amanda

a few years ago

Dec 2014 Amanda

Liv

a few years ago

im numb to the way
my heart spins around
you
i forgot the feeling of butterflies
and the heaviness inside your eyes
an eager glance into your heart
is just enough for me to fall apart
and this isn't right
this filthy life
where ghosts hide
their wasted lives
you're what makes me feel alive

i realize i used 'live' alot, get over it

Dec 2014 Amanda

rainbow in the clouds

Dec 2014 Amanda

Liv

rainbow in the clouds

how do you bury sunshine
and keep it in a crowded box
it's just a shell
but it's enough for the wind to blow
and the cold rain to fall
a reminder,
as if we needed one,
that even sunshine dies,
after all

#sad #death #one #year #meghan

Dec 2014 Amanda

left a note on the fridge, be back never

Dec 2014 Amanda

untitled

left a note on the fridge, be back never

the pine needles brush against my
skin too big for these bones.
what is it like to feel comfortable,
why do i feel anything but normal always?
i want to feel as if i'm the top of these
trees, something bigger than myself.
i flick my cigarette like it's a habit i cannot break to reassure i'm still alive.
the smoke rises higher and higher, but
not high enough to be noticed.
i want to be seen behind closed curtains,
am i really even there?
for that i lay and rest these weary eyes
until i'm nothing,
just another plane lost on radar buried
underneath a thick snowy blanket.

remember me not, but don't forget me.

sincerely yours,

#sad #depression #lonely #alone #anxiety #hopeless #suicidal #worthless

Dec 2014 Amanda

raindrops and dandelions

Dec 2014 Amanda

paige v

raindrops and dandelions

My body can't take the damage-
millions of drops of acid rain
are drowning the light in my brain;
My doctor gave me a bottle of pills
to help water the flowers you killed,
but I think a professional like him should know
that even weeds need sunlight to grow;
I had a garden growing inside of me
what else does it take to be happy?

I'm happy, I'm lying