Amanda Francis: Favorites

You to whom, I
am lost, the remaining pain
will fetch the grace―
poise and dignity of
ending.

The future lies in―
the halo of the hill, where
the blood was spilled last night.

A black spot on the sun was
enlarging. I spell your name
in a bird song, that croons
tirelessly in timeless dawn.

The moon drenched lake
wails for the boat not to come.

#life

Oct 2016 Amanda Francis

Nothing Will Ever Be The Same

Oct 2016 Amanda Francis

Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez

Nothing Will Ever Be The Same

The smell of leather
Will never be the same

Brown eyes
Will never be the same

The taste of skin
Will never be the same

The sound of swallowing water
Will never be the same

Elevator doors
Will never be the same

Holding hands
Will never be the same

Music
Will never be the same

Poetry
Will never be the same

Heartbeats
Will never be the same

Love
Will never be the same

Life
Will never be the same

I
Will never be the same

And all of this is for the better

#love #happy #her #fay

Oct 2016 Amanda Francis

4 a.m.

Oct 2016 Amanda Francis

Shianne Michelle

4 a.m.

I never wanted
To be the girl
Who wanted anything more
Than a friendship
But here I am
Head on the chest
Of nothing less
Than the love
Of my life.

#love #soulmate #4am

Sep 2016 Amanda Francis

Just day to day.

Sep 2016 Amanda Francis

Keith W Fletcher

Just day to day.

If I could go back and see my 16 year old self
What would I say?
I'd tell myself
When you see me about to run myself down
Get out of the way
Don't stand there pretending that it's all ok
Or that you can take the punishment Because you can't
SO....
Get out there and rant
Fight ...don't be complacent
Don't smile at it all
As if tomorrow
It will all be better

If I could go back and see my 16 year old self
What would I do?
I'd probably sit and watch myself for a while
To  see if what I remember
Is really what I view
I think I know what I was like
But then again... who am I to say?

So I would probably sit down
To write myself a letter
Filled  with what I saw
What I found out ....
..... then put it away
For a future time
Maybe like today
To be read
Seeing if I made any changes
Instead
Or continuing ...How it
More likely
Would go anyway

If I could go back and see my 16 year old self
What would I see?
I'd see  a kid with so much potential
Who tried so hard
To knock down the walls
Of certain types of reality
Before I got the scars I now wear

I would see me without the cynicism
I find now is wrapped around me
Like barbed wire grown into a tree
No way to take it out
Without
Damage
Without
Leaving a long deep ****
For all the world to see
So the barbed wire is...
...A much better picture
Of my reality

If  I could go back and see my 16 year old self
What would I want to do ?
I think I would want to take a picture
The two of us together
The yin and yang of
What it is... that is me

If I could REALLY go back
And see my 16 year old self ..I think I would pass
For it may be
That I would insert some kind of sadness
That I would carry on
All the way to now...
Somehow

  I wouldn't want that
Because ...all in all
As tough as it has been
I'm happy with who it is I am
And that is about all
I'd really want ....
...... To say
To my 16 year old self.

MeetMe insert some kind of sadness I continue to carry on

Sep 2016 Amanda Francis

Bodies

Sep 2016 Amanda Francis

Ashton Taylor

Bodies

every time our bodies become one
         I fall deeper into you
I wonder if I'll have anything left
         if you ever decide to leave
but for now I will melt into your organs
         and hope you'll stay

Sep 2016 Amanda Francis

rotten

Sep 2016 Amanda Francis

Anna

rotten

I plucked the blood soaked
molars from their bed,
witness the decay
growing in my head.
cavities collapse
on themselves, and yet,
I am here, standing.

scabs scratched under my
fingernails, scars made anew
stung by the sunlight,
I am on display for you.

take these shallow bones
and the hollow words,
carve my jaded eyes
and relieve this hurt
you caused when you touched.
you caused when you let
me love you this much.

#love #heartbreak #loss

Sep 2016 Amanda Francis

Absolute

Sep 2016 Amanda Francis

Xuanito de la Puente

Absolute

No eres absoluto
You are not absolute
Like Porfirio’s power
Like the laws of physics
Like defaulted theories

No eres absoluto
Ni en lo diminuto de tus besos grises,
Tus brazos astutos,
No existen en luto.

I resist the words that will burst out of my lips
For I know my tongue
Usually lies out of mercy
And compassion

Truth is there’s no passion
Can’t live out of rations
I am not in dire need of love
I can live without the absolute emptiness you cause me

I can definitely breathe without you
No eres absoluto
Y de noche un brujo me cuenta que mientes
Mientes entre dientes
Cuando dices “tiempo” cuando insinúas “siento”
Hoy ya no me tienes
Dejo el fondo abierto
Y de lejos sueño con las alas rotas
Para que no puedas volver a montarlas
Ni meterlas en tu maleta azul
Ni echártelas por la espalda

I await in silence, like one waits for judgment
I look at the ceiling
And I imagine how it looked when I didn’t know you…
I’ve become so familiar with the ceiling, looking at it every night as if it had answers for them never-ending questions…
Where is he?
Why can’t he see me?
Yet the insensitive ceiling remains motionless, static and monotonous: absolute.

#love #loss #and #english #spanish #latino