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Amanda Jean Jan 2012
The flame winks flirtatiously
Teasing the shadows that dance like gypsies
Gliding across the black backdrop sky
The shadows, frightened in the night
Yet disappear by day
Enter into another realm with infinite languages meshed into one
Making a foreign tongue familiar, opening the mind of the receiver
The flame cast the shadows
In a film all their own
An action without logic
A rhyme with no reason
An opinion without influence  
The eye of the spirit awakens
Opens up to a new world
Which was there all along
Escaping the ordinary
Communicating a reason for existence
And a melody from which the shadows dance
Leaving each a great distance from reality
For an absence of the mind results in a presence with the body
But a closeness with the spirit, an echo through eternity
I wrote this poem while listening to Rosetta ****** by Tool.
Amanda Jean Nov 2011
Slipping into a substance-less trance
Unable to distinguish between reality and dreams
Strained in fast forward
She'll watch her body descend-
The bottom of the bottle is her closest friend
A toast to the pain that dwells inside
A sip to the fallen
In limbo
She hides

Shadows loom
Darkening her world
A melancholy place
Of strife and trauma

A fading glimpse of who she used to be
As his halo surrounds her
Preventing a hollow heart from caving in
Guardian angel-
Eye from which he held
Her shattered world together
This poem is based on a painting I did.
Amanda Jean Jun 2011
The sound of your voice reaches out to choke me
Those eyes never so wild
Your macabre demeanor so comforting-
A gallery of strife
In a garden of dismay
Lay me down-suffocate me
String my heart on wire above your bed
But let each pump reflect what you said
Send my regards across the sea
For my eyes will never see thee
A transit lover you will be
Unless you accompany me
A love song-lost
Locked in a castle basement- ball and chain
Heard only by the mice
I'll linger like smoke from a fire that has burnt out
But will disappear in time
Pushing daisies has become my hobby
Amanda Jean May 2011
Gossiping ferns tell the tale
While lofts of vines hang their vail
The whispering creek will never show
What the rocks beneath seek to know
Muffled by the trickling stream
The dishearten stones create a scene
Awestruck dew weeps
Bringing silence to every leaf
Past the daisies who shiver-these beauties dread the news they deliver
The morning absent from glory
When darkness descends-no end
Stars wink at trees in lust
"Shhh- hush your branches, it's a must!"
For revelation is not tonight
Despite the dandelions eager flight

There is one way to be sure...

Look within the trunk of a tree
Closely hear the bumble bees plea  
Feel the sensation of a butterflies wings
And embrace the chaos it brings

So when you sense the end is near, look to nature with a listening ear.
Amanda Jean Mar 2011
Roses betrothed to her bedside
They cling to one another for existence
Wilted blossoms-they are
Though dreary
Bowing flowers ring out melodies of sorrow
Enchanting aromas dance through the air
Her heart keeps time
Both beautys morn for the other
Black tears slip though cupped hands
Stripped of purpose-peddels drop

In the end every rose fades...
Call her rose tonight
Amanda Jean Feb 2011
A single light-- illuminates
Shadows dance like marionettes
Across smooth pale skin
Vapor floats through a lonely light beam
The air saturated with
Tranquil exhales
Eyes on fire--Breaths intertwined
Toes curl under sheets of cotton
Body. Mind.
Move. Think.

Free. To. Soar.
Amanda Jean Feb 2011
Sometimes I sit |STARE|
Soaking up emotion like a sponge
Then squeezing it out as inspiration
It pools at my feet
Rises above my head
An ocean, now--
Embracing the monster wave
I drown

Crash. Into. Me.
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