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August Oct 2013
Time goes by slow
When it's cold
My heart beats sleepily  
To snowflakes falling

                                  I bury my feet
                                  Feel myself sinking
                                  Ice coating my face
                                  Frozen in place

                                                          ­                                       Footstep falling
                                                         ­                                        Getting closer, calling me
                                                              ­                                   Go to look,
                                                           ­                                      But nothings moving

                    Now we're face to face
                    Peering inside of me
                    Radiating like the sun
                    Warming everything

                                                     ­  I find myself falling
                                                       Can you hear me calling?
                                                       Breathing smoke into my chest
                                                       You pull me back

                                                               ­                                                     Wrap me up in your wool coat
                                                            ­                                                        Arms around me
                                                              ­                                                      Pain is surrounding
                                                     ­                                                               Fr­ozen nightmarish dreams

But there you are
With a cup of hot tea
To dull the memories
Taking me back,
As I was supposed to be.
Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Sep 2013
We faded like fragments
White bed sheet tales now
We used to smoke like trains

I think I can, I think I can.

Ashed in each others hearts once or twice
But I didn't mind
With the sunlight on your face

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

I crept across the sheets
Looking at you hungrily
Your eyes danced down my back

The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout

We collided without a sound
I watched your lips part
And muffled murmurs were all that escaped

Hush little baby, don't say a word.

But those tales are only tales
And these white sheets are empty now
I don't know why you left me

How I wonder where you are.

But I mourn for you like a dying lover
And while I do,
I long for another, to take your place

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack. All dressed in black, black, black.

Yet no one aside from you,
Has taken the time to look inside
So, slowly, I find myself emptying

Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.

And so I wait. And I remember.
Amara Pendergraft 2013

I'm sorry that I only write of sad things.
August Sep 2013
If violets could count the endless amount of love I could give to someone who loved me,
I'd be a sea of purple swaying in the breeze.

If someone would want to be for me the sun, the moon, and rain,
Then maybe I wouldn't pick so many flowers in vain.
Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Sep 2013
Riding waves of alcohol tendrils
Whiskey, ***, and scotch swirls
Articulate veins full of chardonnay
The moonshine always leads the way
Hands grasping at empty time
The sea is stained so red with wine
Grab my wrist and pull me out
Or listen to me drown and shout
I am indifferent to it all
I'm going to fall,
And fall
and
*fall.
Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Sep 2013
I am the sun & I have only just begun
To understand how to get up
Climb into the sky
Try not to cry
Keep the rain at bay
The way the world needs me to
I have nothing left to do
My bag of tricks are worn to bits
And I'm left, tumbling
I'll fall away,
And night
Replaces me, replaces the day
When I managed to make it up long enough to shine.
August Sep 2013
Can I just go on forever and never have to love?

Can I etch my eyes into the curves of my fingerprints?

When will my heart beat like the wings of a hummingbird?

When will I be enough for the ones that I touch?

Can I keep walking without a home?

I am overcome

with intense displays of emotion

sometimes,

In the pouring rain.

And I know it's in vain

But I carry on,

*Oh, you know I carry on.
Amara Pendergraft 2013
August Sep 2013
I ask every man,
'Can you love me?'
They always say no
But then again,
I say it under my breath
And I only hear their answer
In the wind

How sad of me,
A tragic little girl
*Am I.
Amara Pendergraft 2013

I'm not here. But, where am I?
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