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 Apr 2014 Maria Beasley
August
God, you are pitiful

Brush your hair behind your ear

What's the point?

Show your pretty smile

You're not pretty, people like you aren't pretty

Look interested in him/her, draw their attention

No one would be interested in you, even if they were, they'd realize you're pathetic

They are interest-

No they're not

But they are looking back at  yo-

Turn away before you embarrass yourself, you're an embarrassment

You are love-

You're disgusting, dull

No, you are beau-

Yes, you are a failure

No, you-

Just give up

Don't g-

You are worthless in every sense of the word

Plea-

Shut up

No one*  *wants you.
Amara Pendergraft 2014

Lately.
 Dec 2013 Maria Beasley
August
I wish I were a cigarette
Perched in-between your perfect arched lips
Breathe me into you
I'll swirl in smoke tendrils around your face
And then I'll happily fade away
Until you light up another later
Being your bad habit isn't so bad
If that's what I am to you,
I'll take it
Amara Pendergraft 2013
people are always changing walls
                   new paint
                            wall paper
                            filling holes
                            knocking them down
walls would be so self conscious
    no one likes them
    the way they are
random thoughts
 Aug 2013 Maria Beasley
August
A thin sheen of
                  night sky
                                      covers my skin, my
                                                           fingertips,
                                                                ­                    as I run my
                                                              ­                                    hands
Down the literary
                       parts
                                     of what stars wish
                                                            ­ to be...
                                                                ­              something only meant
                                                                ­                                        for you &
                                                                ­                                                    *me
© Amara Pendergraft 2013

I feel so alone.
 Aug 2013 Maria Beasley
August
You are a bloomin' kiss,
I wouldn't want to miss this.
Dancing around the room,
Circling the lovely moon.
Hand in cool hand,
We'll dance and dance and dance.
Kiss me until I fall away,
*'Till I'm nothing but foamy waves.
And I'll wait for you where the sand meets the grass.
Under the stars.

© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Aug 2013 Maria Beasley
August
I don't know where I'm going.
                             are you drifting from me?


And I know where I would like to be.
                                                   the tide is coming in..


So, this is how it ends.
                      and now the water is at your feet.


Is this what drowning is like?
                                     the ocean is in your eyes, no turning back now..


I'll stand at the shore.
                     *but you are already floatimg away.
© Amara Pendegraft 2013
 Aug 2013 Maria Beasley
August
Everyone is looking for a savior.

Yet, no one wants to save her.

The clouds turn gray and the memories fade away.

Imprints of bodies are all that remain.

And no one really wants to go to war.

Yet everyone wants someone to fight for.

When really,

Flames lead to dust.

And ashes smear your cheeks.

The air reeks,

Of broken,

muddied,

*dreams.
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Aug 2013 Maria Beasley
August
Sip a lonely dosage.
Click the Bick.
Wear a lovely personage.
Ready the pressure.
Throat clenching.
Eyes forever.
Without you,
I'm turpentine.
Wasn't I clever.
Wasn't I?
© Amara Pendergraft 2013

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