When the snow falls
And the roads become thick
With the a white stop sign,
The cars cease, the schools close,
And, sure, the mail still comes.

I look out the window,
See the vast frosted horizon
And begin to feel closed in,
Until, I decide to put pen to paper.

When snow falls,
I run through May fields
And escape to exotic lands
Reading and writing
When Snow Falls!

Set fire to the ghosts
that held me captive in
skeleton jails and pumpkin cages.  The
time to crush the shell
is now, and it will break
with my redemption in hand and
my heart will scourge
and burn as I dig up through the earth.
Emerge now he who is hidden
no longer a teardrop flame.  To
see the ghosts walk and lurk
infuriates me.  They thought they could hold me forever.

It seems that I have grown so
much, I am no longer silent.

Now I emerge and
force light in the dusk.

What is the space between,
enclosing us in one
united person, yet
dividing each alone.

Frail bridges cross from eye
to eye, from flesh to flesh,
from word to word: the net
is gapped at every mesh,

and this each human knows:
however close our touch
or intimate our speech,
silences, spaces reach
most deep, and will not close.

A girl I trusted told me that she understood


I did not believe her

My Life* was back to *normal,
I had friends, laughs and happiness,
Yet there was always that little part of my brain-
that i ignored.

Because that little part of my brain-
contained you.

Our laughs,
Our fights,
Our text's late at night,
My hopeless dreaming,
and Your normal realism.

But I was fine with that,
You had gone,
And I had eventually realised-
nothing could happen.

No laughs,
No fights,
No texts late at night,
No dreaming of maybe's
No you and me.

So I walked around a bit,
Found myself again.
The giggly, hyper, slightly big-headed,
NerdyTeenager.

Not the depressed,
Overly mature,
(because I had to be like that)
Overly Sensible
Confined.

Just...me


And then it went terribly wrong.
Then i saw you.

Standing by the bus stop next to the kebab shop.
And all of a sudden, my heart beat rises,
My chest rises and falls-
I can't breathe.
It's like you've ****** the life out of me.
But you don't see me.
To busy on your phone.

So I go into the kebab shop,
I watch you from afar,
Still you don't see me.
Then the bus pulls up,
and instead of getting on-
someone gets off.
She gets off.

I don't know her name and I already hate her.

So you walk away with her- she looks so.....happy.

Unlike me.

So  when people say am I over you,
I just say "yes"-
I lie
Still remembering goodbye.

Because when I'm away from you- I move on.
But the moment I see you-

**My whole world crashes down infront of me.

It's four o'clock in the morning
My lips are frozen
And the words that I've chosen
Haven't led me there; entirely yet. . .
And all the T.V. shows
Have all gone cold
With static, cold static.
And I can't hear the breeze
Outside my window
Anymore.

I kissed you in the *dark
My love did it or did it not mean a thing?

The weeds that grow in between the times
All around the many states of religion and regain.

Confusion*, that's what I call it.
Believe nothing that the night will tell
You, you, you can only feel your way around the unknown things well
Enough. . .

Kiss me goodnight.
I'll lie awake in sweet nightmares delight.

(Your name here)
(It's alright)

I've locked myself up,
These past two years.
I'd say I don't blame you,
But then I'd be lying.
Thanks for the gift.
I didn't know you
Could package heartbreak.
It was a little earlier
Than the holidays, but
It loves to open up
On Christmas,
And make me cry
Under the mistletoe.
You wrapped it up,
In beautiful ribbon.
Just like you wrapped me,
Up around your finger,
Two years ago.
Thanks for that.

Hope you have a wonderful holiday,
        Sincerely,
              Amara