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Ami Shae Nov 2015
unfinished
is how i feel
whenever I think of me--
it's like somehow I've forgotten
who I'm supposed to be.
Sometimes I just feel so  "Un"
Ami Shae Nov 2015
My heart aches
for all who
are feeling the pain
who are in shock too--
I wish so much
there was something more
MY heart could do--
all I know to do is pray
and keep believing
in love and hope and light too...
Pamela Rae's poem, (http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1465329/paris-is-bleeding-as-are-we/) inspired me...sorry this is not better, but since Friday, all I've felt like doing is crying and wondering why?
  Nov 2015 Ami Shae
kaleigh michelle
Vulnerable and closed off. Insecure and scared. Afraid of what could go wrong. So desperately crying out. Needing someone to notice. Needing someone to care. But yet she doesn't show it. She doesn't let people know her secret. Instead, she's the girl you'd never expect. Happy, smiling, carefree. All a show to hide the pain. Mask the real her. Day after day the pain is more real.  More intense. Screaming and threatening to come out. Explode and leave everyone to clean up the mess. But if you only knew. Behind the facade is a person. A person people should get to know. Loving and gentle. Passionate and caring. Wanting to experience and be alive. Feel alive. Wanting to spread her wings and soar. But she's weighed down.  Pushed back down by the conflict. So I guess you could say she's broken. Her wings can't fly. She's just waiting for someone to come fix her. Someone to be her saving grace.
  Nov 2015 Ami Shae
beth fwoah dream
carnal scattering of
root and banished leaf,

merely human, the day
spreads maple leaves
like dark gusts of wind.
  Nov 2015 Ami Shae
Chris
~

Walking into the unknown,
wavering trees hide new growth
as leaves collect in grayscale
piles of worried thoughts swirling

They float on gusty breezes
of the past, cold and chilling,
bringing shivers to lost smiles
that long for sunny days

Fears spill in shaded offerings,
as nervous uncertainty
waits in the brush for it’s chance,
lurking in darkened shadows

The path is long and winding,
like a serpent slithering between
wishful dreams and the frigid
nightmares gathered nearby

When another joins you,
bearing warm clothing of flannel
and fleece held in caring arms
wrapping around you tightly

It is then that you see something
in his eyes, a glint of those feelings
that so long ago disappeared
in the forgotten fog of sadness

And once more the world seems
safe as thick clouds retreat,
revealing blue sky promises
on forever horizons

Then as he takes your hand
you feel it, the truth you have
waited for, as love fills your heart
and you walk unafraid…once again
Ami Shae Nov 2015
tiny dancers
came swirling by
in the form of leaves
falling from the sky
and as I watched them
twist and turn
falling down
so light and free
I couldn't help but feel
they were performing
just for me.

tiny dancers
garbed in autumn's array
of gold and oranges and reds
on this windy day--
and all I could think
as they kept coming down
was that I wanted to join in
to dance around
and feel as beautiful,
light and free
as all these tiny dancers
surrounding me...
So many leaves cascading down and it made me think of little fairies dancing for joy on this windy autumn day...
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