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Amy Perry Jul 2014
I spoke to a woman
Who had knocked on death's door,
Reminding me not to take
Walking for granted anymore.
I love a run in nature,
Zipping by the trees.
Scaring away the lizards;
No discomfort in my knees.
My very own mother herself
Has looked death in the eye;
What other lessons can I learn
Through life, the more I cry?
Amy Perry Jul 2014
I would marry you
If I was interested in
Indentured servitude.
The fact that I have to
Be an indentured server
To the boss and the state
Is enough for me to
Wipe marriage off my plate.
Amy Perry Jul 2014
I am a sponge,
Absorbing everything.
And when I wring
Myself out,
All the dirtiness,
All the tears,
All the battery
Throughout the years
Will cascade down,
And there will be
Rainbows abound.
Amy Perry Jun 2014
We are a deeply entwined vine
Growing ever more far apart,
But still attached at the roots.
He has rooted himself in myself,
And has become a part of me.
I dissected worms in high school,
But I don't feel qualified
To dissect our conjointment.
He has asked me to hand him the scalpel,
And I have become too accustomed
To his requests to decline.
We stare at each other,
Both of us too timid to cut the ties,
And go to bed side by side
With scalpels in hand.
Amy Perry Jun 2014
Going back is a privilege
Only a memory has.
Though what is to come
Holds so much more promise
Than the shadows of the past.
The blinding lights of the future
Certainly hold uncertainty.
I trust in my decisions
I indecisively make.
I tiptoe through mines
Of bankruptcy and heartache
With no promise of an easy life,
A happy ending,
Or a forever after.
But fear not, I shall -
I tire of recurring dreams anyhow.
I've been neglectful. But hopefully I will be submitting more material. Miss you all!
Amy Perry Jun 2014
Let's not confuse this.
I don't need a palace or scenic views to feel harmony among the company of you.
I just need your time, an ear, a brain, and a mouth,
Let's make this happen,
I'd sit on an unimportant street corner
With you, near the trash,
Just to hear your words and for you to hear mine.
You don't need to be a gifted speaker,
Or say anything particularly important,
Because God knows I won't -
But a conversation,
The only way we can truly
Know each other and grow,
I yearn for that.
Sit down with me.
Talk with me.
Tell me about your day.
Tell me anything.
Let's look at each other,
Instead of always staring in
The same direction.
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