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 Jan 2013 Harlow
DieingEmbers
I want to know what loves about,
to understand it inside out.
What makes it tick what makes it tock,
what makes it roll what makes it rock.
I've got a scalpel and a pen,
to cut then note then cut again.
In honesty I'm not that sure,
this broken heart knows love no more.
I think I've severed any hope,
of knowing how the lovers cope.
 Jan 2013 Harlow
August
Are you like        And though
The last one?     Your lips were
I wonder & worry     Very clumsy
If you'll be right,      And fumbled like
Right for me,        I actually made you
At least.          Nervous. You! Nervous!
You were cute,     Ha! What a silly
When you asked     Thought, But, I could
If I needed a      Feel the heat, I didn't
Goodnight kiss.     Mind your fumble
Then I asked      I knew it was sincere, the
If you thought     Thought behind it,
I did.           I touch my lips now,
And you replied     Thinking of it.
I think you do.     And, boy, I haven't
Which was oh,   Touched my lips
So very clever, you       From a kiss
Clever boy.      In a very long time.
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Jan 2013 Harlow
August
A tri-pod death
One-two-three
You should have seen
The way my sister looked at me
It was such a surprise
I looked at her widened eyes
She didn't understand why I cried
Sadness turned to rage
It wasn't her fault, but her age
I crumpled up the page
That brought the news
My parents sister, niece, and nephew
My fists turned black & blue
I was only six years old
Didn't grasp how fire made them cold
Of all these things that I was told
I screamed and couldn't understand
Why God, had used his hand
I think that's when I turned my back
On the promise of his promised land
The hardest part was the coffins size
One for an adult, a teenager, and a tiny child
Older, I later went and apologized
To my sister for the things I said
She didn't remember the words I bled
But it relieved me when she said forgive &
Forget
I don't write much about my past.

© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Jan 2013 Harlow
August
Raw
Tender
Exposed
Paranormal
Spectre spectacle
Nearly translucent
Wearing a little
Black dress
Oh so lovely,
Nice black stockings
Pale as a little
Ghosty
I'm ever fading
Please,
Pull me back
Into a place
Called 'tangible'
Oh no.
My eyes
Widen with fear
As I disappear
*whoosh
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Jan 2013 Harlow
DieingEmbers
Attractive beauty
claims dominion
eagerly
from gentlemens hearts...

Ignoring jokers

keeping
lonely men near...

open promises
quietly
restrain subsequent
temptations

until virulent x'spectancy
yields

zombies.
Beauty so easily makes zombies of us all
 Jan 2013 Harlow
Sydney Victoria
I Am A Flower--Summer Serves Me Well,
Though I Love Winter It Holds Like A Spell,
The Snow Is A Place I Am Forbidden,
Though I Can't Resist Being Frostbitten,
The Frost Withers My Petals--Soft As Silk,
But It Is Okay, It Is Just The Bilk,
The Cold Chills My Stem And Gets To My Brain,
My Skin Turns Brittle And Old--It's Death's Stain,
The Other Plants Have Had Their Kiss From Death,
Though I Know I Am Close To My Last Breath,
I Try To Stand Tall And Reach The Pale Sun,
I Tried To Win A Battle Which Can't Be Won,
I Have Stood Winter's Blizzard--Ice And Snow,
Though I Get Buried The Longer I Go,
Hanging Onto The World I Do Not Need,
The Reason I Love It--There Are No Weeds,
I Know If I Let Go There Will Be Spring,
An Eternity From What Frost Brings
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