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 Aug 2014 a m a n d a
C Davis
...
    A breath of air
the closing of eyes,
    exhale; release
look around
    sigh.
Inhale again
    now hold this one in
I am full
    to the brim
All of me
    is within.
...
[ taking time to center yourself ]
 Aug 2014 a m a n d a
SG Holter
I want this to mean something.
I want you to spend nights
Making your hands feel like the
Ghosts of mine.

I want you to cry in bed until
You rip the soaked cases off of your
Pillows; turning to weep onto
Barely encased feathers.

I want this love unchosen to
Lay its scent upon every regret
You create from now until death.
I want this to mean something.

But your page has turned. Ah,
Young ones' do so swiftly.
The drama is mine alone not
To share. In your aim, I'm still

Rummaging around on the floor
For a loaded gun amongst the ones
Between the bodies, until someone
Yells *"cut!"
 Jul 2014 a m a n d a
SG Holter
The way the sun breaks through
Clouds dark with rain

Above a city that doesn't mind
Either

Reminds me that somewhere 
Something

Really good
is happening
To someone deserving

Right
Now
Our explosive behaviors where the water you which you were mixed with the cesium i am , or you claimed me to be

the atmosphere which we claimed to breathe from was hydrogen sulfide and yet that angiosperm which we claimed was poisoned with love never spouted.

however both of us being from the biosphere you acted like something that fell off of saturn full of air and water

you say my attitude was the reactant from which your heart thawed and combusted
though i believed other wise because your brain was made from only 1 cell and your heart was made of arsenic which flowed through my veins the night your lips infected mine.

Our relationship was not a commensaism and you did not harm me while i harmed you

your foolish frequencies flopped me right to the bottom of your food chain where fugus flourished and fooled me right into falling for you
our love was the hypothesis proven correct of Romeo and Juliet killing both of us in the end

you were an invertebrate that sent lighting through my limiting factor dressing me with barium
but too much pressure on my heart caused a reaction that Einstein himself couldn't solve
Your silence is like blizzards
Dampening the passionate fire
Numbing all emotions
 Jul 2014 a m a n d a
SG Holter
A Farewell.

Part two.*


Sun nearly forgiving of summer.
I save my whole spectrum of emotions
For gratitude.
How can air be this clean?
Atmosphere..?

All there is, is me.
And a cat that hasn't given a
Whimper in complaint
Since then.
I see something like a sun;

Only brighter, throw; no -hurl-
Herself in my face, screaming:
"I love you, you crazy Norwegian
Brute of an imbecile
Viking Poet!

Now be with me! I will admire  
You living your every dream
From as far away
As you wish me
To,"
new love

Emerging like a mad phoenix
From the ashes of my sorrow,
Shining through feather tips
As I see crows the size
Of falcons part and

Reveal her singing to me:
"I will not breathe, my lord,
Until you share this fireside
Bed with me yet... oh, yet
Again."


I have been given
So much
Gold.
I will treasure
It.
 Jul 2014 a m a n d a
SG Holter
A Farewell.

Part One.*


Sun nearly angry with summer.
Silence echoes itself under
The dome of blue. Clouds so
Elaborate you'd think they were
Animated;

Giant. Few. Above the collapsed
Barn wall, where shreds of tarp
Dance in slow motion, I see crows
The size of falcons glide; high; barely
Visible.

After the storm settles in your little
Glass, you see how well the pieces
Fit anew. Two crows apart.
I have been given so much sky.
I will fly in it.
 Jul 2014 a m a n d a
SG Holter
No wonder the barley is yellowing
In this heat. Surrounded by gold and
Green, I spread my arms. Lawn angel.

No one can laugh like children
Running through garden
Sprinklers.
Please don't misunderstand me
I know this had to be done, things
were growing more rotten by the day
and sudden amputation was our only choice, but

I still feel you, like
fingers grazing skin, I feel you
like a heart that never left this chest
I still feel you, and

Though we had to cut away
the decayed flesh of what is
I am still trapped, thinking about
what was, and what could have been

My heart is still full of tomorrows
and I need you to know
I will never love again, not the way I loved you
never that way

Each path before, led me to you  
but somewhere we took a detour
and I can't stop thinking; Is this the way it ends?
is this the way true love was meant to die?

Severed limb and bleeding heart?
I am only human, and there is a limit
to how much pain I can endure
and even though you're gone

*I can still feel you beating in my chest
A phantom limb is the sensation that an amputated or missing limb (even an *****) is still attached to the body and is moving appropriately with other body parts
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