August

August Mar 2013

In so doing exposes ribs, vulnerable to fracture, leaky marrow drains, what remains?

*Not the flesh, no not the flesh, only the towering white towers that will eventually turn to dust and be cycled through a cylinder smooth unisex creature that changes everything into dirt. Later on providing the food for the hand which will eventually get bitten.

August Mar 2013

For Brooke

It's a permanent solution for a temporary problem
I wish you could breathe another breath
But, for some reason, instead of that,
You chose death.
And I'd love to hold you tight, shake your insides soft
As if filled by a million crashing waves
Every friend would whisper in your ear,
That you could live a million days.
*And that it wouldn't, couldn't, be bad all the time

© Amara Pendergraft

It's so sad to see you go,

August Mar 2013

Ombra

We grow distant as the days begin to fade
I can already feel you forgetting my name

Everything is covered in a thin layer of ash
My lungs
My dreams
Nothing is as it used to seem
Now lay me down to sleep
Just you and I
Choked, by the smoke
Of my mind's demise

August Mar 2013

South End Chicago & Houston, Texas

I'll miss you
But most of all,
I'll miss how I was,
When I was,
With you.

Before you left,
Running away,
From the memory,
Of me,
And who you were.

May the light,
Of the morning sky,
Be tinged on,
Your eyes,
*Be filled with longing.

© Amara Pendergraft

The two that mattered most have been lost.

August Mar 2013

The Color of Steel and Stormclouds

Help me take on this world of woe
I know I can't do it on my own
While people are fading and changing
I'm a permanent fixture, watching, waiting
Run your fingers down my back to keep me fixed
Eradicate my distractions with every kiss
And I'll put my hands to your face
I won't waste this precious space
I think we can do this if we are strong.
Standing in the middle of this surging throng.

August Mar 2013

Shelf Life Is the Hell Life Pt. 1

Leather bound book called "Soliloquy"
With a red, beating center
Embossed green leather stamped with leaves
A novel without any beginning, no end,
My pages turned over , worn at the edges
But never actually really read
A stranger with cool fingers
Runs his hand down my spine
Sending shivers
Making my words inside me quiver
He is light
With dark rimmed eyes
Taking me right
Towards his location
I'm gravitating
But I'm not map
And I've never been good at navigating
I'm loosing him as he,
He glances,
But he puts me back
His dark stature and old eyes now uninterested
I'm panicking
I'm becoming frantic
You are fading
Like my ink
Stay! We have something in common!
I feel my edges yearn for him
Dog ear me to your heart's desire!
I'll let you bleach me sunny!
He's walking away,
Please!
Let you stay...
And mend my paper
He's gone
And I settle back down
On my wooden shelf
I breathe in the disturbed dust
Sit in the still air
These chance occurrences
Leave the possibility
Of one day being really read
The shelf life is the hell life

August Mar 2013

Etonic

Tight clenching of the chest.
Nothing left but to digress,
*I guess