Amy Denison

Amy Denison Jun 2014

):

My anxiety is eating me alive,
Scraping out every little morsel it can find.
And there's nothing to ease the pain,
That I feel in my ever-eroding brain.

Amy Denison May 2014

Hope

It seems to me
That life is full of guarantees,
Dreams bound to come true
And the promise of another morning's dew

I know of many lovely things
Such as the gift of a lover's ring,
A white dress made of lace
And the smile on a future child's face

Amy Denison Oct 2013

Writer's Block

I used to pick up a pen
Or start typing away
And tell of all the secrets
I had been dying to say

But the words won't flow
They just never sound right
Everything is stuck
I can't win this fight

Amy Denison Oct 2013

The Girl (Revised)

I once wrote a poem
Of a girl that I knew
But I no longer feel the same
So take this poem to be true

This girl that I know
Acts blonder than her hair
She likes to put on a show
And got caught shoplifting at Claire's

She surrounds herself with guys
And Miley Cyrus magazines
She has the prettiest eyes
And would die for a benzodiazepine

She hates her size, and her thighs
But she really just can't see
It's in vain that she tries
Because she is nothing but perfect to me

I've never felt better
Than with this girl that I know
She's cuter than an Irish Red and White Setter
Hannah, I love you

The original poem is the first poem I ever posted (about 20 poems back maybe?) so if you would like to see the difference in my poor and ****** feelings then go on and read it!

Amy Denison Oct 2013

Faithfully

The hardest thing to handle
It seems
Is that the things which bring me solace
Don't come naturally to me

I waste my days away
Waiting patiently
For a habit or a hobby
That will instantly set me free

I sit and I stir with anxiety
And I hope faithfully
But I have found nothing
And nothing will find me

Amy Denison Oct 2013

The places I could go...

I get this feeling every time I pass over a bridge
That I could just float on down
And swim all the way to Madrid
Or how about what I feel when I see a train
That I could just leave all my renown
And ride all the way to Ukraine
Let's not forget the feeling of having a plan
To leave this ******* town
And run away, even to Iran

Amy Denison Oct 2013

And I'm tired now

My fingers are calloused
From the strings of my guitar
Just as my mind is filled with malice
From all of these scars
My heart is weighed down
From the numerous burdens
My physiognomy forever a frown
From all of the exertion