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She stared at her wall
Filled up with photos
Of friends & family
Their faces marked out
With black marker
So she couldn't see the
Smiles that she believed
Were only made for her
Benefit
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
don't
force
words
down
on
the
paper
like
they're
victims
they'll only scream louder
If I had any talent left I don't know what I'd do
bury it beneath the ground or put it all to use

My catatonic tendencies remind me who I am
but seem to hide the qualities that shape my iron hand

I end up giving in to things but just to pass the time
and I've forgotten how to be because I've lost my mind

So this is my predicament, the artist doth confess
that I've created something of a convoluted mess
Complex cosmos.
   Intertwined divine.
Emerging energies tangled in vibrant vibrations.

   Beings of light.
      Woven through time and space.
Mind meeting spirit.
    An Awakening.

Truth echoes in the silent wind.
   Open eyes with ancient ties.
          The illusion is wearing off.
        Dormant souls colliding,
    Seeing light beyond this realm.

A revolution beyond government and world order.
       A conscious shift, long awaited.
           Beyond technology and media schemes.
         A new view.
     Simply pure.
Beautifully complex.

   A transcending universe in the minds eye.
Opening mystical doorways into the great forgotten.
     Taking spirit back.
         Claiming love and light for all who accept it.

Nature fueling the human imagination.
  The endless curiosity,
       We are cleverly designed to crave.

Follow me tonight,
      I’m the stars in the sky.
  We’re all just seeking truth
        And we’re just passing by.
I throw all my questions to the midnight sky.

They rise and ricochet off the crooked constellation
And slowly sink back down,
Spinning silently 'til they reach their destination,
A pothole in the ground.

Buried beneath dust and dirt
Lay the answering words,
Tucked away like coffins
Hiding from the birds.
Do I captivate?
Do I intrigue?
Do you find it so hard to believe?
That I can sprout angellic wings
With a simple verse?

Do I infect?
Have I enthralled?
Do you trust that I have given my all?
Or has your trust began to fall
As sweet nothings soon dispurse?

Do I intrance
Do I inspire
Can you tell me where is the fire
The pure passion, the hot desire
In which we found blessing and curse

Do I ensnare?
Do I intrance?
Do you still wait for me to dance?
For I write words that concentrate on romance
But in reality, I may be the worst

Do I captivate?
Do I intrigue?
The person I find who is asking is me
For I have done so many things
With a simple verse
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