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  Sep 2015 Amanda Elizabeth
flustered
can
       i  
         even
                                     complicate
                                               your
                                                    breathin­g?
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Amanda Elizabeth Sep 2015
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how did i post this 9/5/15
Amanda Elizabeth Sep 2015
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we met never in the methodical sort of way
and when you finally caught on my mind was already ahead
but my silly eyes convey deafening thoughts
that words will never let out
my dear
say something sweet to me

we departed in a methodical sort of way
fickle insides burning
i told you my fears and you said you didn't feel pain
when precious skin and senses
are so delicately impaired
seized momentarily
i am cynical about forever and typically i
adverse devotion
but you make me so indecisive about godforsaken warmth
say something sweet to me

we dissolved
how did you exchange your soul for a ghost
by the sweet taste of a promise?
you're so lovely
let's run away and hide in the hills
what i should bring?
just your beautiful self and your smiles for miles
you convinced yourself you knew the patterns of my mind
that's all my prerogative cried for,
to share the sunlight with you
not having to fear the loss of hours
that's the thing about sunlight
it burns my paper-like skin yet i pine for its heat
and still return for its effortless, blinding luminosity
in another chance to resuscitate,
say something sweet to me

but you of all pretentious people should be aware that
no one tastes like sunlight
and when you called me lovely,
you should have called me a lovely
little fool i
still shake when i hear your name
we were beautiful
9/5/15
Amanda Elizabeth Jul 2015
i crave a piece of every
being in this made up universe
to search for one common mind
i could plant a sky in their brains
or even paint a picture for them to agree with
and pick apart their sanity embedded in their skull

am i feeling sense of self?
and am i able to agree with yours?
when my intellect leaves my body
and all that enters is my head are voices
talking, whispering to a
filthy conscience
"I know i am not meant to
exist forever but i am
willing to stay alive to question it"
7/10/15 i am so ****** up
Amanda Elizabeth Jul 2015
to fabricate a progeny
even as result of love
is a crime in the
labyrinth of my mind
for affection doesn't spiral
like fractals on branches
it blooms, to radiate
words and feeling
it wants you to help it burst
through the world
until it
dims
and
declines

i know my eyes find gentle
fawn fondled by stroke
of its kindred
violets of golden light
brought to the sweet center
sucklings encapsulating my tiny soul

an embryo is
clement, humane
but its spawn
will never be the flower to its
once benevolent
stem


if i were to breed a flower
would it possess arcane secrets of the world?
if i were to
slip away
would she perceive that life
is cruel
and replicate my
innocent belief
how the absence of someone
to hold your bones
convinces you you are unworthy?



for if someone i adorned
so much
would induce me otherwise
i
would
evermore
*dissipate
i never want to have kids i wrote this sober so
7/8/15
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