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The door that someone opened
The door that someone closed
The chair on which someone sat down
The cat that someone petted
The fruit that someone bit into
The letter that someone read
The chair that someone tipped over
The door that someone opened
The road where someone is still running
The woods that someone crossed running
The river in which someone jumped
The hospital where someone died.
Burnt out stump left to die
In the forest I stand alone
If I had a voice I would cry
If I felt pain I would groan
Yet I am just a tree to you
You cut me down for your view
 Mar 2018 Inkveined
August
Eos
 Mar 2018 Inkveined
August
Eos
You were shining in the shade
As the dusk began to fade
I had to turn to you and say,

'Can it always be this way?'

The question never left my lips
And as the sun began to dip
Your eyes were completely lit

All I could do was photosynthesize you.
Amara Pendergraft 2015
 Mar 2018 Inkveined
August
I'm so angry at you
For what you do to me

As if you could ever see
How I've become so blurry

Trying & failing to meet
You're watery priorities

I'm black & white baby
And you're making my ink bleed
Amara Pendergraft 2015
 Mar 2018 Inkveined
August
Whirring
 Mar 2018 Inkveined
August
Time creeps by here
Lazily waving goodbye, dear
And it slides agonizingly near
Before moving on to the next year
Amara Pendergraft 2016
 Mar 2018 Inkveined
August
You are your whole universe
Infinite & complex
With vast space for
What makes you to reside

Although your broadness can
Feel empty, too extensive & lonely
You are limitless, boundless,
Imperfectly organized chaos

Let yourself surround you,
     But never drown you.
 Mar 2018 Inkveined
August
Growing
 Mar 2018 Inkveined
August
I am not an empty vase for you to collect your dead flowers in.
Amara Pendergraft 2017
 Mar 2018 Inkveined
mermaidinCLE
I believe you
now
when you say that you love me
and
I hope that I am not wrong
because
this is not a dream
but
even if it was
you
are something I can't wake up from
 Mar 2018 Inkveined
Bo Marie
Everything around me seems to be 500 stories tall,
When I make it to the top, I'm still haunted by the fall.
White walls around me, paired with white coats
No windows, no sunshine, just a cold stethoscope.

I don't want to be here, cared for, or analyzed
My emotions are raw, and I don't want them supervised
Put your pen down, please stop writing my expression
and maybe you'd be better at your so called "profession."

Not everything is a prescription, my mind will not tame.
You say that I matter, but I could not say the same.
So when you watch me, watch the white wall,
don't bother reaching out, just let me fall.
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