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 Feb 2022
Amanda Kay Burke
I'm consistently looking for answers
Feel need to understand
This is not a life I've dreamt
Far from what I planned
In black and blue sight is drenched
Each sound is monotone
Surrounded by people or by myself
Feel just as alone
But there is no one besides me to blame
Responsible for my tears
Storms created by own hands
I can't make them disappear
Your voice calms rainfall
Only effective source of power
The once-torrential downpour
Nothing more than moderate shower
I miss planet bursting with color
Vibrant hues have went dim
No matter which direction looked towards the future
Every avenue is bleak and grim
I do not know how to fix everything
I'm unsure of where I went wrong
Weeks blur together
Spiral the drain
Days not lasting long
Your words give hope to hold onto
Clutch them during the coldest nights
I can't tell what is real or not
Making it hard to focus on the light
I heard best is yet to come
But finding it difficult to agree
Every cloud overhead is grey
Silver linings impossible to see
Feeling some type of way right now
 Feb 2022
South by Southwest
Once was the memory as fresh as frozen dew

I stepped back and then over
the rotten log of truth

Now the days are slated
in the absence of the years

Leave me debating on the worthy of shedding salty tears

The oaken deck and floorboards
of my weathered ship

From the sun and salt
have turned to white at the ending of my trip

I left one foot ashore and the other out at sea

Have thus been devided serving two masters knowing that it can never be

I scowled at by the landward winds

Then turned and prayed to us at sea they'd send

So the back and forth of my life
I sadly never let it end

Now the mast has broken
the repairs will never last

Thus I come limping into port
dropping anchor , and  holding fast

The dingy is the last ride
on the oars that water drips

I'll not be putting out to sea
It's now the time that R.I.P. s

But be not sad the greatest voyage remains

One a joy to make
that eliminates
the pain
 Dec 2021
Bugs Spencer
Watch her go, watch her fall
She can say no, she can bawl

Yet, she continues to dance
she tries to keep them entranced

"Let me earn your praise, your love"
She forgets her wings to fly above

Her once shining wings
that had drawn in kings,

now are dull and weak
She's burnt out
 Dec 2021
R L
Every day is blurred together,
an hour feels less,
a minute takes forever.
Emotions erased,
feeling confused,
I’m simply nothing,
My life has no use.
 Dec 2021
Amanda Kay Burke
It's the continuous silent yet pressing "tick-tock"
In my head heard though I own no clock
It's opening eyes every morning to familiar pain
And constant weight of loneliness driving me insane
Sorry I haven't been posting lately
 Dec 2021
Ciel Noir
0
making choices
           is not for the
                 faint of heart                
                               any step                ⍜
                           into the future        ☇≣⤷
                                             is a step 〳〵
                                                   into the
                                                             ­                 
                                               ­                           
                                     ­                                    dark
 Nov 2021
Amanda Kay Burke
And hear silent cries for help
Not a single word I've spoken
Look past perfect mask of joy
I am totally broken

Under smile pasted on my face
A thousand tears stifled by lies
Soul is drowning in the oceans
I refuse to leak out my eyes

I do not know if heaven exists or not
At this point impossible to tell
The one thing I know for certain
I am already living in hell
 Nov 2021
Pyrrha
I try to say
Walking a thousand painful steps forward
Is better than a stagnant suffering
But really what I'm saying is
If it will hurt anyway
It's best to forget yesterday
And hurry to tomorrow
Where someday will come
And a tomorrow will wipe away the sins
That yesterday left on your soul
Also found this in my drafts and decided to post it
 Oct 2021
AnxiousOcean
I noticed that I only write poems
Whenever I get to lose my courage to vent,
Fail to escape from the clutch of rock bottom,
And have no one else to comfortably talk to.

And with the quicksands of changes
That I have never opted to be stuck in,
I guess I am bound to exhaust my hand
Writing poems till the end of my days.
 Oct 2021
Shrika
I am
        Nothing more than something
                    Nothing less than anything
        I stand on the line between
My brightest fears and
       my darkest strengths
                Wind wakes a wanderer
                          Current flows through a sailor
          I have neither and I am neither

Forward is bitter
             Backward is foolish
                         Left and right, Death's disguise
            Muddled clarity, invisible light
Multiple reflections,
           Maybe it's broken glass.

The cliff waits for my decision
                But for now,
                              I STAND STILL.

Here's one after a long time:)
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