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August Jan 2013
The bread crumbled in your fists
'But, I made that for you.'
Your grimace made me wince
You threw it on the ground
And you spit on it
You spit on the bread I had baked
For you
2 years ago
And you called me pathetic
Because I had baked you bread
And I cried, because,
You made me feel pathetic
Later that night,
You gave me a ring on the phone,
And you apologized
But what you didn't realize,
Was that I had already
Burned my hands
From placing them on the oven
In a sense
I couldn't feel my fingers,
I couldn't feel anything
All I knew was that I would not bake again
Not literal.

© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
Counterintuitive
A kite's skeleton
Only tiny little
Wisps of rice paper
Still latched onto the frame
Abandoned
The only presence
That of a lowly shadow
So lonely
Resting beside a bin
Hoping the little boy
Will come play with it
Again
But wind wears away skin
And the weight of the world
Pulls you towards the core
The little boy,
Is no longer small
He is old and weary
Time has tugged little
Kite strings of his memory
Away from him
His skin folds in
Tiny little wrinkles
And the kite slowly withers
No longer painted with vibrant
Cherry blossom flowers
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
The only time I wake up in the morning,
                    when the alarm rings,
                                is when I never woke up,
                                              because I never slept the night before.
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
You say you are just another misguided ghost.
I'm humble & I don't mean to boast.
But you are the most beautiful ghost I've ever laid eyes upon.
Luminescent & lovely, I find my opinion of spectres foregone.
You eradicated my frown & I found myself grinning.
If there wasn't distance between us, I know that another ghost (I) would have seen you, call it sinning. But my iridescent heart, it would have started beating.
Even if a wonderful glimpse of you probably is, fleeting.
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
crack
falling*
The winter dries you out.
The winter ties you down.
It takes away your warmth.
It wants you to drown.
The frozen sheet above your head.
The way your fingers bled.
Your fingernails scratching the ice.
Worn to wounds, sinking like lead
A fatal breath, nothing now is dry
Widened fear fills your eye
The current gives one final tug
Your hair waves goodbye & then you die
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
No longer feel the buzz.
But I loved you nonetheless.
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
I sat down in the shower
It was only a moment, but it felt like an hour
The rain poured down my back
My body was consumed by a panic attack
The water mixed in with the tears that I wept
Overwhelming me from all of the secrets I kept
My sobs a cacophony with the pitter patter of drops
Little black ink stains from my eyes turned to spots
Splattering onto my ankles and my pale clenching hands
I slowly drained away, no longer solid, just sand
A fragile little thing in that shower, I was
Stripped away and torn up, never really
                      
                l
               ­           o
                                    v
          ­                                     e
                                                          *d
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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