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Amanda Kay Burke May 2018
I wish we lived closer
Talked more than we do
It is hard to find time
To call and speak with you

I am always pleased to hear your voice
It's not the words but the sound I enjoy
A symphony of unconditional love
Echoing comfort and joy

Our calls might be infrequent
Special for that reason
If you need a friend
I will answer any season

Whether you are angry or sad
I will listen with my open heart
I am only a phone call away
If we are near or far apart
For my big brother Michael.
Amanda Kay Burke May 2018
Broken is lying awake all night
Asking how love so strong could die
Unable to force eyelids closed to sleep
Or do anything except cry

It is counting reasons on your hand
Sharing secrets with your cup of coffee or tea
Searching for his face everywhere you go
Even places you know he won't be

It is waiting for a call that never comes
The one where he begs for you back
Staring at your reflection
Wishing for the beauty you lack

It is holding his old T-shirt tight
Sitting on hard bathroom tile
You know you will never be the same without him
Broken is thinking nothing can ever again make you smile
When you have finally given up. Written 4/14/13
E McNamara May 2018
When I sliced that tender flesh
Bleeding still, so ever fresh

It was not that I tried to die
But because I wanted to feel alive

So save me from this aching death
One of hatred and harsh breath

Suffering on the inside
My bleeding heart, now bleeding thighs

My throat choked and wailed
As my sadness was veiled

So help them, and help us all
Whose ripped skin is a pleading call
I know I'm sharing a lot of depressing poems lately. Do not be concerned. These are all my old poems from when I was depressed or I'm writing from past experiences. I just recently have gotten the courage to share them. Love you all :)
Daemon Delano Apr 2018
Let the light find you,
and the dark find me.
Opposite stars,
in the skies we see.
Come to my call,
and fall with me.
Faith is unworthy,
and worthy are we.
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
VERSE 1:
Pick the glass up off the table
I take another drink
There is an empty bottle of whiskey
Sitting in the sink

I do not know why the alcohol
Will not keep you off my mind
It seems it has always worked
Every other nightly time

Memories are too strong
And I cannot be alone
I stumble until I find
The nearest lonely telephone

CHORUS:
Call you up drunk
Get the message machine
Say I love you and I just wanna know
Do you somehow still love me?

VERSE 2:
I am from a dusty small town
And so tired of the ways
Locals cover up their hurt
With the command each obeys

We shine like stars in the world's sky
Swim in a substance-filled sea
Fill our stupid souls with *****
Til full and still are empty

CHORUS

What else will numb the pain
When the pain and sorrows won't pass?
We are all just chasing our problems
To the bottom of a glass
An old song I wrote, to the chords Am C F Em for the verses and C F C F C for the chorus.
Heidi Franke Apr 2018
I Accept The Call

Collect call from Salt Lake County jail
If you accept,
Press 7.
Seven is a lucky number.
Not feeling lucky today
He is in jail again
For violation
Of Mental Health Court.
I accept the call.

Jail for mothers of sons
In jail, I imagine being like
Steel wombs, without the mother.

There are no pillows
No pleasant toiletries
No longer do I worry about
How long the refrigerator door
Has been open while he looks for
"Something to eat" in his bag of commissary.

There is no mama's kitchen.
No sofa to pine on.
Your laments only echoing
off cement.
What is your excuse this time
For violating the rules
At your new mothers home
You must know by now
There are no soft goodnight words
Just the stained metal
Slamming closed

May you keep your sanity
While doing your time
And remember the words
Radical acceptance
Practice balancing your
Emotional, rational
and wise mind
Maintain focus and resolve
To never, never, never give up.
I'll take that call now
I accept.
jonni inferno Feb 2018
sailing down
a sunless sea
downward to
infinity
no stars above
to give me hope
or guide me to
an island shore
with every change of course i make
my destin--y
remai-ns unchang---ed

no escape
from this wilderness
no running from this
empti-ne---ss

...da-da-da-dahh
duh da-da da da dahhh

ta-ke
my ha-nd
and come
and come with me
fa--r
so far be-yond
this storm
this stormy sea
rest your weary heart within
leave the wor-ld
behind my friend
you've heard me calling
for a long long time
just take my hand
and you will find...

...da-da-da-dahh
duh da-da da da dahhh

so i turn my ship
into the wind
and fa-ce the tru-th
that i have seen
softly singing
she calls my name
with open arms
i release my pain
and as the sea closes over me
my hea-rt at last finds
ser-en-it---y

... oblivio--n
a broken heart's best frie-nd

ta-ke
my ha-nd
and come
and come with me
fa-r
so far be-yond
this storm
this stormy sea
rest your weary heart within
leave the wor-ld
behind my friend
you've heard me calling
for a long long ti-me
just take my hand
and you will find...

... oblivio--n
a broken heart's best fri-end

so i turn my ship
into the wind
embrace the heart of
obli-vi---on...

"hello friend"
she welcomes me within...

so ta-ke
my ha-nd
and come
and come with me
far
so far bey-ond
this storm
this stormy sea
rest your weary heart within
leave the wor-ld
behind my friend
you've heard me calling
for a long long time
just take my hand
and you will find...

obli-vi-o---n
obli-vi--o---on
obli-vi-o--n

" i'll be your bro-ken hea-rt's
be-st frien--d... "

.
Pic Poem
http://oi57.tinypic.com/10qb7tz.jpg
.
no matter what the song says
- oblivion -
is not your friend...

added link to the pic/poem
Druzzayne Rika Apr 2018
When will my soul take the call
do what I don't
do how I feel
for those few powerful seconds.

tempted to it
really want it
simply difficult
to follow through
enough, enough.

so slow
the heart beats,
so slow
my mind works.
There is risk,
I know.
I am so,
so hopeless.
Follow my journey
to get bored.
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
I love the needle
They call it a "fixation"
I call it friendship
I hate that i am/was addicted to such a self harming object more than the drugs themself. I dont miss ****** at all but i do still think about the thrill of seeing blood fill the syringe. I also had a horrible time hitting a vein so that is probably also part of it.
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