Amelia Browder

Amelia Browder Jul 2013

I'm not that type of girl
That boys will fawn over
That guys will love and care for
The one thats pretty and boys talk to each others friends about
Boys don't want to take me out on dates
And gaze at the stars at night with me
They don't want to take me on long car rides just for fun
They don't call me pretty
and ask for my number
They don't text me because I've caught their interest
They just look at me as if I'm like them
I'm the friend zoned girl
Only friends
Just friends
No boyfriends
Because I'm the type of girl boys don't like

Amelia Browder Jul 2013

Refuge

I found refuge here.
In my writing.
It helps with the ways of the world.
It's a little thing I call escape.
Oh how we all wish to escape these walls.
We try many things.
Drugs, ***, danger.
But none of this truly feeds our cravings.
Our cravings to be set free.

Amelia Browder Jul 2013

My Belladonna

Lustful eyes
Taking you all in
Blow you out my pipe
Smoke encircling my nose
Then breathing you in again
Your so addicting
My little taste of heaven
My drug
Hands roaming
My eyes see stars
Songs filled the room
With new melodies
Your taste on my tongue
Like candy to a child
Never enough
The innocence and vulnerability
I shouldn't but I will
Your dangerous
But I'm daring
Your poison
Is no sickness
Entrancing
Hypnotic
Your my drug
My Belladonna

Belladonna is a poisonous plant that is often used in drugs. It is quite addicting.

Amelia Browder Jul 2013

Warrior

I'm trying to figure out
Who I am
I am a Warrior
Teach me how to fight
I'll show you how to win
Put me to the test
I'll prove your doubts wrong
I'm your fatal flaw
And your my mortal sin
You interest me
Behind shadows and secrecy
Oh broken angel
Let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn
Over my skin
I won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
Underneath my exterior
Is a Warrior

Amelia Browder Jul 2013

Forgetting

The world slows down
Your thoughts corrupting your sweet innocence
The terrors of your past are painful
You want to forget
You want to live again
But the memories hold you back
Captivating you
Haunting your dreams
Forming them to nightmares
The world has broken you
Nobody can fix the pieces
Your lost
Looking for salvation
But those ****** things
Those hideous memories
Always come back
Penetrating your soul
Robbing your beauty
They take hold of you
And drag your sanity into darkness
You try to climb back out
But can't
Your left there to suffer
Trying to forget

Amelia Browder Jun 2013

When It's Gone

There will be a day
When it is all gone
When the depths of evil
Exists no longer
When the little flowers
Wilt into dust
When life its self
Slowly starts to disappear
When the sun stops glowing
Turning to night, staying forever that way
When all happiness is left from sight
When darkness no longer
Lurks
When love and hate
no longer compete
When all of the green grass
Has been burned at the root
When friends are no longer
Friends
When people are
No longer people
When we all turn
to insanity to comfort us
When our thoughts an dreams
Turn into nightmares
When bad and good things
No longer have meaning
When families are
Left apart
When I hate you
And you hate me
There will be a day
When I am no longer me
And you are no longer you
And we are no longer we

Amelia Browder Jun 2013

Sleep, No?

So it may seem
we all crave the need of sleep,
yet refuse to give in the bliss feeling of dreams because we still want to experience the wonders of the light