Amanda Michaels

Amanda Michaels Jun 2013

No.

A word
is an interesting thing.

"No."
Rejection, sadness, depression.
All these things emerge from the fatal word.

"No."
You can't handle it,
so you send your body flying down to the floor.
You cry for hours on end,
and still nothing changes.

"No."
You can't.
You have to stay strong.
You have to pretend that you're fine,
but everyone knows that "fine" doesn't mean
anything
anymore.

"No" will always be "No".
"No" will never be "yes,"
No matter how much you want it to be.

"No" will always make you sob,
and "yes" will always make you smile.

This one isn't so great, but I decided to post it anyway.

Amanda Michaels Jun 2013

The Creation.

The ***** of the pen,
The splots of ink.
They numb me,
And they create me.

Pouring out my tears,
Out my soul,
For all those who are
There to listen.

I can't help but wish
That I didn't have to do this,
That cloud nine is my home,
But reality must be faced.

The ***** of the pen,
The splots of ink.
They still numb me,
And they still create me.

Wrote this one last minute. Please react, follow, comment, whatever :)

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