Amanda Lynn Bowles: Favorites

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

Zara Sky

I wish I wore white
Said the maiden in red
As the children in bed
Wished for more light

As a tear fell down my cheek
And landed on your spine
You caught it with your lips
As they softy moved in time:

"My love, my only wish tonight,
Is that you love yourself so that
You may love me
As I love you."

And all the while
This stained heart
Wishes still
That it wore white.

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

Crimson Lies

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

Vandana Raman

Crimson Lies

One bite of the forbidden fruit,
Hallucination and deception followed suit.
The more i enjoyed the malicious juice,
My heart swelled in rapturous delight
to deafen the opposing voices,I negotiated a truce.
But the more my body craved for it,with little respite.
The comfort and love it gave was heightened solace.
the complete engagement of trust and companionship.
The Ecstasy it contained,hard to replace.
But now the fruit has stopped growing,
No more pleasure,no more craving.
Even if I pass by a solitary plump fruit,waiting to be eaten
I remind myself,the taste and the craving will only sweeten.
I looked passed it,to the lush green field,
love is a patient process,it will soon began to yield..

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

well love.

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

Molly Gaschott

well love.

waiting for it to hit
and darling it hit hard,
didn’t it?

i was ever so conscious of your pain
your eyes flooding with agony
a pulsing vein

and i am not too far from that one,
so close to the exact frequency
you seem to teeter upon

these nights are restless
i wake up faded
breathless

my increasing guilt for what i’ve done
i am down on my knees
pleading with who i’ve become

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

The Living Dead

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

Tina Marie Kelley

The Living Dead

Blood is running through your veins.
Your heart is beating.
  Air is getting pumped through your lungs.
   Your hair and fingernails are growing.
     Wrinkles are slowly forming on your face.
      Your mouth is producing saliva.
       You have a sense of smell.
        You can see and hear.
         You're constantly blinking.
          The scabs on your body always heal.
           Food and water are keeping you alive.
            But still,
You're dead to me.

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

The Blond Guy

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

Linda SK Smith

The Blond Guy

He was blond and oh so handsome,
Blue eyes shining like the sea
Ready smile complete with dimples
And he was staring right at me!

Tan from playing in the ocean
Ripped from lifting in the gym
Time seemed to slow as he walked toward me.
I could see myself with him.

I dreamed us dancing under starlight
Our children watching from the side
My heart was beating faster, faster
And through my lips came an audible sigh.

He was almost upon me
His smile deepened and he waved
Ah, he's the one, I knew it instantly
For which my tender heart's been saved.

And on he came - I rose to meet him
prepared to leave my life behind
But to my shock he walked right by me
And left with her, their arms entwined.

Sitting back down, feeling foolish
And betrayed - he had another
Trying to move my lips to beckon,
Hey blond guy, you got a brother?

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

You

May 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

Zack Turner

You

There you are
And there you went

Gone, distant from your initial posture

Words becoming yours alone
Like red flagged societies

They all fell soft
Like trickles of rain down a window pane
Leaving all to be forgotten

My clouded eyes failed to see the fog
That surrounded your talk
Hidden like persuasion in debates

Perhaps it’s luck, or rather mishap
That has blinded me such
Unable to see what’s true
With thoughts rendered purposeless

Apr 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

i am

Apr 2013 Amanda Lynn Bowles

jdmaraccini

i am

I am nobody,
I am nothing,
I hate me,
this is the truth.
I am the enemy,
my own worst enemy,
I am a victim;
I am a fool.
I am who I am,
a useless man,
I am weak,
I am fearful.
I am rejected,
I have accepted
that I am pathetic,
I am a tool.
Life is pointless,
so very pointless,
until the day I finally meet you.
Then I am able,
so very able
to open my heart and start anew.
I am humble,
I am willing,
I am ready,
to start rebuilding.
I am caring,
I am loving,
I am happy
to say 'I do'.
I am sharing,
my heart mending,
I love me because I love you.
Time passes,
we are fighting,
you get upset and say 'we're through'.
I am checking,
I am questioning,
I am worried,
I can take no more.
You lied to me,
you used me,
I am banging on the bedroom door.
You broke me,
you hurt me,
I break it down and enter with force.
You are screaming,
you are running,
I am about to settle the score.
I am pulling,
I am yanking
on the chainsaw starter cord.
You are crying,
you are begging,
then the engine begins to roar.
I look down and remind you
I am an artist to the very core.
I am sculpting,
I am painting
I am writing,
a metaphor.

#metaphor #revenge #betrayal #dispare

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