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Amanda Francis Jan 2017
I will rise a pheonix from the ashes that you made of me.
My tounge will untangle itself from the knot in my stomach.
Wounds will weep from the lashing of my whip like tounge

Whip cracking, skin smacking, back lashing!
Let me paint a picture within your mind,

There is a picture on the wall with two bodies mid fall, they are positioned in a decaying building with widows just behind them, cascading then in a ominous light.

There is a mother and daughter, and a in training service dog with gold and black fur and a purple vest with poo bags on the left, the mother, short grayinh hair wearing a grey sweater, and pants to match, jots down information as the daughter, pink and blond hair wearing a black cardigan over a blue with white striped dress and a hat black with a variety of colored paw prints separated by hearts, recites information found on her phone.

Over a frozen lake, glides a white sail with a green rim, it's stands out against the pearlescent background caused by the haste of the setting winter sun.
Unfinished...
xvy Nov 2016
Maybe it's all in my head
The words you might have said were invented
Your messages unexistent
xvy
Amanda Francis Nov 2016
Time is a concept I wish I'd never learned.
I can read 24hr clocks and map earths orbit around the sun.
Diurnal cycles remind my fleeting heart the inevitable will come.
Words of a genius echo in my ear but "time is relevant" can't dim my fear.
Amanda Francis Nov 2016
Today, I woke up to a flesh fair.
Dresses are getting shorter, sometimes there just not there.
More cleavage than ideas, more muscles than compassion.
More media coverage of 'age appropriate' than how to feed the world!

Our bodies are beautiful and nature has hardwired us to know this.
But, know that our bodies preceeded our existence, your ***** bone is not taboo!
You strip your clothes and strip yourself bare whilst you hide under a 1000 layers.
Let's shift focuss from what was always there!

Nakedness can save us, if only we were willing to face the cold.
Pull on your Wolly jumpers, open your mouth to bare your soul.
Weaver a fabric of intimacy, a patchwork connection of trust and honesty.
Shed all the ugliness of media gorged, superficial controversy.
Anna Elguera Oct 2014
hurt grows
in the dark un-monitored corners
of the most wonderful, wonderful people

grief is a seed
incubated in all of us
....
unexpectedly the jagged thorns
                        slash
the gentlest hands reaching out for you

You wont know
You don't notice
Jasmine Oct 2016
Trapped in a well
That's what it's like
I am trapped in a well and I am screaming.
I look up and I see the light shining through.
I see your shadow.
Is that really you?
I scream louder.
My voice is hoarse. My throat hurts. My lungs are burning.
I start crying. I shake my head. I start climbing.
I am a fighter! I will get there. I will get there. I will get there. I fall.
I climb. I fall.
I climb. I fall.
I climb. Is that your voice?
Are you coming down to save me? (Save me)
Are you calling for help? Are you telling me to try again?
I can't hear you!! I'm falling. Tears are streaming down my face.
I see you moving around. Are you leaving?
Do you know why I'm here?
Do you see me? Do you hear me? Do you care?
Why aren't you helping me? Why aren't you trying?
Do you not love me anymore? I climb.
Tell my dad I forgive him.
Tell my mom I'm sorry I was never good enough.
I'm falling.
I love you.
I'm tired. Can I rest now?
Will you forgive me? Will you still love me the same?
Can I close my eyes?
I'm falling.
Can you hear my heart breaking?
Was that your voice? What are you saying?
I'm falling.
Did you think your heart could change my mind?
Did you think your heart could save my life?
I'm sorry.
L Oct 2016
snow globe eyes
where enemies hide
carried away by a
sea foam surprise

noises fluoresce
clouds fall to rest
to save winter's goddess
from a fushia mess
will add to later :+)
Amanda Francis Oct 2016
Dear perfection,

I've been meaning to write you for years.
But I've only known you four months,
Everyday becomes a week and every hour I get weaker.
I'm lost in the darkness of my mind, where your memories illuminate this maze of mine.
I pick up my pen to find the words that have me tounge tied, I'm just trying to say...

I love you.
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