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August Jan 2013
Before you left, you struggled.
Making me your endeavor.
Fed me wine & flattery.
You bid me goodbye.

You said you never use the phone.
Am I going to be waiting?
My ash tray is so packed now,
Hope thinned down by smoke.

I sat by the telephone
For the last time yesterday,
Drinking your red moscato.
I am done with you
Written in Dodoitsu.

They keep sending me to the halfway with nothing to show for it.

© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
Hand rolled cigs
This music is ****
My red lips
You're pure grit
Grind it out
In the ash
Pick off
Another lash
Flick your eye
Before you go
Grab my hand
And let me know
Seems so long ago.

© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
Paper cranes frame shadows as they fly above me
Eyes stirring under eyelids as they fill my dreams
Small paper balloons floating just above my reach
My fingers twitch as I try to grasp glowing strings

A paper man, I made, stitched up with bits of yarn
Turns his head, hearts for eyes, promising me no harm
His sky high legs bend down as he extends an arm
Fingers curl around me as I step in his palm

He lifts me up higher, then higher, then higher
My eyes light up as the beautiful scene transpires
Violet sky, birds, balloons, all for me to admire
Dancing around me, filling me with desire

All of the sudden a song fills my ears & head
It's making me turn my back, flooding me with dread
It controls my body, it pulls me to the edge
The birds scream louder as I'm closer to the ledge

The paper man looks, there is nothing he can do
The song taking my body, twisting it anew
Propelling over the edge, my final adieu
Closed my eyes and for once, I actually flew

*Wake up
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
If you're a bird than I'm a stone
You are time & I had to toll
If you are lonely, I am alone
You rock but I don't roll

You are coffee, but I'm not creamer
You're a realist, **** that, I'm a dreamer
You are Han Solo, & I'm Boba Fett
Sometimes I think it'd be better if we never met

I hate you I hate you I hate you
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
I wiped it off my sleeve
So you couldn't see it
I watered down the words
So that you couldn't read it
You mean much more to me
Than you even know
And it would be wrong of me
To let you see the things I have to show

So I let you go
And you'll never know
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
I'd love to taste some lips
Graze my hips
And kiss my fingertips
Be my tether
Float me like feather
Make me better
And I'll let you keep me
*Forever
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Jan 2013
Riddled with anxieties
I don't want to live
But I don't want to die
Please just let me lay in bed
I don't want to get out of the sheets
Can't I just lay there?
Can't I just be left alone?
What am I?
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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