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 Dec 2012 flynt
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Wanderlust
 Dec 2012 flynt
Z
What I've got:

An urge to
wander,
until I am
lost.
So, maybe then,
I can
find
myself.
 Dec 2012 flynt
August
Wearing a Darth Vader sweater,
Surrounded by people I don't really know.
She bought me a Pink Floyd shot glass,
An early Christmas present.
Told me to bring it with me this Friday,
Said it would come in use.
She said, let's do this & I said okay.
She said there isn't anything like
Inhaling smokey fumes that release
Dopamine, I hope I'll be happy
I hope that this makes me happy again
It's been a while since I've been happy
While doing such shenanigans.
And I know after all the metal & the smoke
& the bonfire & the liquor, & the people
Oh how I love it all,
But after it's all over, that night
I just want someone to call me on
The 21st & have one of those,
Phone conversations that last for hours
To hear a human voice while ****** up,
I'd like to be ****** up, but anchored,
To the person on the other end.
The person on the other "end of the world".
Is it going to be the end of the world?
I'd like to die talking to someone
Who will call me on the 21st?
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
 Dec 2012 flynt
Z
Home Sweet Home
 Dec 2012 flynt
Z
Home sweet home.
I'm here again.
Nothing to do but sleep, and eat, and smile.
I know I will enjoy myself all the while.
Twinkly icicle lights illuminate the hallway.
Doing their job, and alluring me to stay.
Mom and dad saying they're so happy to see me more.
But in three weeks, I will leave like I have before.

Home sweet home.
It's a nice time for a visit.
Home sweet home.
I will leave soon.
And I will miss it.
 Dec 2012 flynt
August
Untitled
 Dec 2012 flynt
August
I'm not going to hope that it is me.
Because, likely,
It is not.
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
It can be real
It can make things artificial
I don't get things right the first time

My hypothesis it's that I will,
Make corrections when It's far to late

Transitions moving from and too
Waiting for a purpose.
 Dec 2012 flynt
Kat
the teacher said
"tell us about yourself."

and i searched deep down
saw paris, france
venice, italy and my father when he was young
and great adventures to be told
saw words written on hotel notepads
proclaiming love of lover's past
nothing but a chord or two
to tell the complexity of what i knew

i searched deep down and saw
my soul so perfectly painted
in slashing reds and soft beiges

but
nothing made sense to anyone but me
so i gulped
and said my name.
people are just so beautifully complex.
I used to do
a little bit
of drugs,
and even though
they didn't wreck me
too bad,
I gave them up,
but I like
to get high,
so I have invented
the imaginary drug experience,
and what you do
is to say the name
of the drug, inside,
as you breathe out,
and then,
holding your nostrils open,
you forcefully inhale, fast,
in other words,
snort,
the air,
and my notion is
that the body/mind
will understand
that you want this drug
and it will produce
an endorphine,
(brain chemical),
which is like a mild form
of that drug,
and then,
you get a little bit high,
but it's awfully subtle,
so you have to be aware,
and there
you have it,
safe dope,
and you can't
get busted.
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