The makeup feels too heavy,
The lipstick- too unnatural
And the fendi scent sticks to my skin.
My mascara runs, as I rub my eyes.
Darkness covers the city,
A sigh of relief, then a deep inhale of life.
My head begins to know a faintness-
Stifle the loneliness,
Muffle the empty parts, fill it with something.
these thin ribbed tights, too easily torn
the night of many moments begins
and a night of helpless, wishful thinking sinks in
insecurites-itching and itching at my skin.
The Bass, the Boom.
I walk alone through the sea of people.
the never ending lull of the beat-the- pulse.
Lids drowsy, the pockets of confusion and lights
maybe for just a second, this moment will take me higher
She’s next to me, her own ecstacy,
The energy kicks and pulls,
I see the blood in her mouth, too much anxiety
But she looks so happy.
I have to leave, leave these confusing lights.
I hate this part,
I begin to think of you.

--amelia rose

The moon’s light
with luminous glow
shines upon a path.

Down the road
in the darkness,
a florescent fog.

Amongst the trees,
a howling wind
as branches bend.

Looking onward, toward the sky,
moon and clouds meet
for the first time.

The absence of light
makes the night
seem... endless.

Voices from the deep
cry out...
from the heart of the woods.

Blinded for a time
with no...
thought in mind.

Just before
earth and space
could sit still,

The moon,
which is now
the only light there is.

Back to...
a... path
and a cold wind again.

I waited for hours, I watched the sun set. I counted the minutes, but still nothing yet.
When it turned into days, that id just sit and wait.. I got up and I thought, no one's ever this late!
So I pondered and pondered for when you'd arrive,
but then i remember that we've once said goodbye.
I had waited so long, for you to come home.
When in reality i sat, in cowtown alone .
But now i am comming! Ill be on my way,
just give me a week.. And at home i will stay.

Things are better…
but not the same.
The wounds he left me with are still crippling.
And I feel them worsen each time I draw a breath.
The pain still comes and goes and with each passing moment I know its still there.
The hurt.
The frustration.
The knowing that everything wasn’t ok in the end.
The understanding that the love and admiration hasn’t gone away.
And with every chance I get I use up the memory and drink it down into my soul hoping that it would numb some of the feelings.
Sort of like that favorite medicine.
Were you weren’t happy to take but it sort of tasted good.
And you know what maybe I like the pain.
Maybe I like punching a wall 10 times and still wanting more.
Maybe I like the constant reminders that bring me to tears.
Because feeling that…
is better than feeling nothing about him at all.
Things are better…but not the same.

Pit walls...
I despair,
I'm cold, I'm alone, I cannot draw air,

You knew angels were going to leave me,
You said God was my life's key,
You fail to see, my lock only opens to reveal more misery,
You made me believe me my heart would soon mend,
You led me to the beginning of my weary painful end,

My heart has not mended, my wounds have not healed,
Yet my fate is not over so therefore it cannot be sealed,

You promised me love!
You promised me you!
You promised me your love was equal and true,

So why have you left your footprints in my heart and not the sand?
In this pit, I hold onto hope, can you not see me holding out my hand?
Please grab it, please hold me, please love and adore thee,

....

But here I am, cold, alone, my heart stripped and bare,
Where the angels have left me *like you they don't care.

When out of a clear sky, the bright

Sky over Japan, they tumbled the

death of light,

For a moment, it's said, there was

brilliance sword-sharp,

A dazzle of white, and then dark.

Into the cavernous blackness, as

home to hell,

Agonies crowded; and high above

in the swell

Of the gentle tide of the sky, lucid

and fair,

Men floated serenely as angels

disporting there.

There was a Young Lady of Wales,
Who caught a large fish without scales;
When she lifted her hook
She exclaimed, 'Only look!'
That ecstatic Young Lady of Wales.

Across the class,
            past the sea of faces—
I lock my eyes on him—
We stare for a moment
            in a dance of questioning eyes,
                        of observation and wonder.
I **** away
            with a smile on my face,
      he was looking back at me.