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Amanda Leigh Dec 2013
"If you find someone who turns your pain into poetry, don't let them go."

We sat under some stars the other night,
Shared a smoke and some ****** wine
You played me original melodies,
Those of which I felt were about me
Me, myself and the sick things I've inflicted on such a lovely broken heart

I can honestly say I've never wanted someone in this way
I can honestly say I've never felt this type of burning sensation when someone leaves my way

You're the most comfortable thing I've ever found, the most terrifying
I can look at you and know your heart is an ocean cove just like mine
The pull will never cease

I often have a reoccurring dream,
You're this hideous sea creature with deep eyes that gleam
The woman I was with thought you were trying to drown our boat in the crazy cove we were in
Your look tore me at the seams, I pushed her off and we walked on land as one.

I don't ******* know.
Amanda Leigh Sep 2013
A broken past molds us into what we call our present mask
and all that lingers and basks,
either feeding positive tasks or manifesting a present past
(It makes no sense, don't ask)

Attraction is distraction
Unsolvable fractions
Needing emotional extraction

Mind dribble dance
Lost in a trance, never had a chance
So used to subliminally bursting
Not used to someone witnessing me recoloring

I curl inside
I wish to hide
I crave apathy
I refuse apathy
I boycott spoon-fed darkness
But sometimes it swallows you whole
I understand the anger of an earth angel
I understand the haunting isolation when you realize you're the last of your kind

When life meets despair, inhale that coastline air
It's better to painfully breathe than apathetically impair

~ the calm after a heart wave crashes ~
I'm not sure I care to format this so I'm just gonna leave it here all messy and chaotic and stuff.
Amanda Leigh Sep 2013
My poetry blog, she keeps me warm
Souls in unison, leaking in within the same polarization
Blooming as they step out of the role of sheeple
They feel all that's subjectively real
Persevering through the heart and silly irrational fears

I don't know what I am right now
Amanda Leigh Sep 2013
And there's beauty braided through today
Can't deal, never been too good with feels

Last night I had dreams of earthquakes
It was raining, the planet went up in smoke like a cupcake
I was rollerblading, then I was skating
I was alone but I was free
I felt that contradictory cord that bonds you with me
Chaos all around me, life was so pretty

It showed me so much of me and how scared you are to be free
Then it displayed how that's a terrifying reflection of me
Is this simply nonfiction within what I subjectively see?

~ BREATHE ~
Amanda Leigh Sep 2013
Never the luxury of a dull ache
If I felt it was safe know that I would
Heart strings displaced, never displayed
Never the luxury of a dull ache
Amanda Leigh Sep 2013
"Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want."

Human psyche
**** spurs inside of me
Why must you try me, hide from me
Yet parts of you still fly inside of me
Can't quite shake you
Not sure if I want to
Not sure if I know how to
All I know is right now there's a fae inside telling lie,
Telling me you're relevant
Telling me you're dying inside too without me

You torment me
Is this your reflection, sadistic satisfaction or contradictory affection?
Still can't shake you

Early bird gets the worm
I want to make you squirm

No mental capacity to see anything outside of you and I
how did you learn to hold me without knowing me?
Nothing physical, something transcendental yet so far from tangible

Test me
Undress me
Impress me
Digress relevance, find me
No, I can't let you have all of me

I want you to chase me, never displace me, die breathless without me
What do I want more? Your attention or affection?

Amazing flow, where'd you go?
One day someone will appreciate me and all that I think I know
Hopefully the same day I find the courage to truly display me
Amanda Leigh Sep 2013
Let it go let it shake
earth quake founded over imaginary hate

I'm still near
you're living in fear
you push, I pull, we mirror
you wear a face like I can't see beyond it
I'll stand here all day if there's something willing to give
I can't dig through asphalt,
not sure if I can handle the quick sand underneath
Scrapes and wounds as I swirl down into your spell

I just want to breathe again
I just want the undeniable to shift to what once was deniable
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