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August Feb 2013
You must create something elaborate
Twirling your fingers around like ribbons
Weaving together magic and wonder
Gliding gracefully, this is your stage
You are alone in the light, with yourself
Wearing robes of imagination & frivolity
Sliding across, dancing a beautiful dance
You're not paying attention, swallowed by your mind
You don't notice what is slowly creeping from behind
Dark robed figures inching up towards your back
So many, with masks of clay and paper mache
Painted ****** red and black
With hollow eyes and hunched over spines
Each with a grisly word painted on their chests
Each reads something different, something awful
You have to keep yourself busy or you begin to crumble
So you don't notice what they say, you don't see them


     Life
         Poverty        Religion  
             Time                             Anxiety    
       Destitution                                         Fear  
           Loathing                                                        R­eality  
            Age                                         ­                                   Conscious  
         Bitterness        They circle around you             Critique  
          Past                        As you twirl               Loneliness  
      Depression                                    ­        Insanity  
          Hunger                              ­Intoxication  
   Emotion           Death  
        No Hope  

You never see it coming.
And you are swallowed whole
A
DARK
DOWNWARD
SPIRAL
BADUMP
BADUMP
BA­DUMP
The only sound
Your heart beating
AS THEY CLASP THEIR BLACK HANDS
AROUND IT & TUG YOU
DOWN
DOWN
DOWN
down
down
d
o
w
*n
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Feb 2013
All the water in the world couldn't drown my sorrows.
August Feb 2013
A cupid with a golden head
A smile on his angelic face
I had to shoot him dead
Before he put me in my place

Because I've been a bad girl
I haven't loved the way I should
My paper heart began to curl
I burned it so no one else could

But in the laws of love and lust
Such things are punishable by the death
He was sent to arrow the unjust
But I was waiting, eager breath by breath

Sitting in a rose garden, quietly debating
His light foots steps began to ring
Every move I was anticipating
He reached for his bow, as I drew the string

And I killed him with his own arrow
A shot right through the head,
I've never had to love again
As soon as I shot the cupid dead
© Amara Pendergraft 2013

Happy Valentine's Day.
August Feb 2013
Panoramic view finder
The coin slides in
Everything is a reminder
Over-magnified again
Thumb print faces
Blurred by my unsteady hands
Leaving shadowy traces
Heart pressing on ribs as it expands
August Feb 2013
I lit a cigarette to watch it burn down
Instead of filling my lungs with it slowly
The tendrils kept my thoughts at bay, for now
Fingers shook as my brain began to cloud
But smoke is always inescapable
Without putting it to my lips, I lost
Misery made me completely star-crossed
August Feb 2013
Got a new job,
           Telemarketing
                     Ring...Ring...

"Hello,
         I was wondering
                  If you were interested
                                     In purchasing
                                                **Some quietus today?"
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Feb 2013
I'm tuning out
I'm falling down
But the race has already begun
I've never won
And I will never win
I'm loosing hold
Before I had a grip
I'm tucking away
I'm slipping out
And I'm gone
Before I had a chance
I never had a chance
It's the way I am
It's the way I've been
It's the way I'll always be
And I'm so tired
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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