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Amanda Jean Jan 2011
White noise emanates from the television
Despite volume
Her thoughts shriek
His voice echos
Bouncing off the walls of her mind
With every blink a film strip of the past is replayed
She can't escape it
She's playing keep away with herself
And losing
Her head lay still
But the earth sways
Rocking her fading heart
She entrusted him
Already several shades of grey
He applied the final coat
Grave digger
Only one grave to dig
Hers
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
Abandon blacktop guides me home
I speed down the barren road
As a thick haze hangs in the air
Creating a blanket over head
It keeps me warm tonight
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
Four pale walls cage her
Colorless and uninspiring
Leaving a taste so bitter
Breathe
If she leaves now she'll feel ashamed
But if she resides any longer she may not make it
Her mind races
Her skin crawls up and down her arms
Perfection has become perfect hell

Darkened by the mask she leads to believe is herself
Images of shadows in the distance dance by
Invading a vessel that is nothing more than helpless
Breathe
Her body feels as if it is shaking from the inside
She is to weak to stand, to weak to fight
She feels faint, thin as a skeleton she collapses onto a bed so familiar
But so far from home

His face imprinted in the back of her mind
Her heart quickens
The pills slowly slip down her parched throat
Breathe
She dreams to escape
She dreams to be close to him
She can still feel his touch though he is long gone

The color in her face has diminished
Her soul needs to be filled once again

His smile awakens the song in her heart
The twinkle in her eye
His kiss restores her
His eyes keep her warm on the nights she feels she will freeze

With him...
She can
Breathe
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
Hatred spews from their lips
The same lips that give the sweetest of kisses
"*******!"
She cries out in anger
"Don't touch me!"
He screams in rage
It rolls off their tongues
Far to easily
Painful words
Shoot out of their mouths
Smacking one another
Hurling them
Back and forth
Until...

Silence.
They stare
Pain fills her eyes and rolls down her 'cute cheeks'
His cute cheeks
She longes toward him
Her whole body falls limp in his arms

"So sorry baby...."
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
At the intersection of inspiration and enlightenment
That is where I find myself
Self discovery
A journey
Not a destination
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
Playful squeals escape from curled up lips.
She tugs
He pulls
Their clothing never lasts
Shhh...
Bodies speak
Tonight
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
Silence.
Frightening, yet soothing
Abrupt, yet infinite
Awkward, yet comfortable
Relaxing, yet stressful
Silence.
Fills a room, yet leaves it empty
Absent, yet present
Broken, yet whole
Needed, not wanted
Silence.
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