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Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

reflections and me: a little about my poetry

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

avalon

reflections and me: a little about my poetry

you know two months ago i was still trying to make these rhyme and now i'm using a scalpel just to extract the words from my lungs, fumbling and failing to fit them together on the page, wondering if writing is killing me or keeping me sane, fitting thoughts into so-called poetry almost as easily as the rings i fit on each finger before i leave for the party i'm not wanted at. i could keep drafting these and waiting a day to publish each or i could accept the fact that my habits and realities will never coincide with the apathy they hope to see in me (even though really they hope i'm never wanted because then i'm a threat, or a tease) and while i may never be self-aware enough to cease i see enough of me in your eyes to know i shouldn't care anymore what you think of me.

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Shattered Dreams

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Kim Essary

Shattered Dreams

Trying to catch every grain of sand as it sifts through your fingers and makes it's way to the ground, only to be walked upon and shoved out of sight, much like every dream I ever had.
Exceeding every option from A to Z, I've grown tired of this constant fight.
Why do I hurt so badly, my heart is so heavy, it's not like there isn't more sand I could pick up and try to keep closer to me preventing much spill , I just thought He was my soul mate sent straight from heaven , I guess I was wrong. I know we are over, it gets worse day by day, I hate the fact that I love him so much it's just best I walk away He won't stop treating me the way he does now, I want to be selfish and stay with him but my love is unconditional and he let me know he's been unhappy for years. I've got to walk away and hope he finds happiness. I have just got to walk away. Loving someone so much *****

I truly thought he loved me but found I was wrong

#love #emotional #hurt #leaving #tired

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

She Thinks That She Is Only Silver

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Jeff Gaines

She Thinks That She Is Only Silver

She thinks that she is only silver.
Second place, forever and again.
But this girl ... she is so, so much more.
She is my dear, dearest friend.

Her soul, while brighter than the sun,
is tortured by confusion and things in her past ...
lofty goals that would thwart even the toughest
and a lifestyle going so fast.

Courageous ... and meek.
A warrior ... and a flower ... all at the same time.
Legions of followers, those who look up ... never to see,
the little girl who roams in her mind.

She will get were she is aiming ...
my heart believes in her so.
She is strong, stubborn ... so very brave,
and this child inside her grows.

Now distant, I'll still watch her life
unfold

from this abyss, for reasons that may forever remain
untold.

She is far more valuable than any silver, precious gems ...
yes, even gold.

No object d'art or more costly antiquity ...
has ever,
ever been sold.

I only wish that I could have somehow ...
somehow
made her see ...
that as my friend ... she was so, so much more ...
than merely silver to me.

What can ya do ... What can ya say ... when someone just doesn't "get it"?

#friends #friendship #losingafriend #confusion #acceptance

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Tell Me

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Nayana Nair

Tell Me

I stand here
beneath the secrets piling over me
at the edge, looking at how I spill out of my own body.
Not able to contain myself.
Not able to restain myself
from looking into the darkness,
from looking into the depth of me
where lies the skeletons of many friendships
and one rare love.
Many managed to stay afloat
not wanting to be a part of me,
knowing what I was.
While I just wanted them to stay
for a moment
to tell me what they knew
tell me what I was.
So that I may not feel
like an impostor in my own life.

#afloat #beneath #contain #dark #deep #edge #feel #friends #impostor #knew

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Cruel

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Nayana Nair

Cruel

I always had a sense of entitlement
when it came to dreaming of a lover.
That there would be someone
who puts me first.
But I realized with time
sometimes you have to be that someone
who puts others first.
That was such a terrifying and distressing thought.
And suddenly all these heroes
became somewhat out-of-the-world, larger-than-life
someone I can never be.

To realize the pain
it must have taken
to scrap down their lives
for the sake of a person
whose love can’t be trusted or guaranteed.
How one must endure their own foolishness.
How one must look away from our own self.
Knowing all the while
that all this, built
by sacrifices,
can be broken in no time
with one word of hers,
that can end your suffering
and renew your struggle.
That there is no way out.
To cling
or to leave.
And to suffer each minute
no matter what you choose.

It seemed so tiring
It seemed so cruel
to ask someone for that.

#ask #choice #cling #cruel #dream #end #endure #foolish #guarantee #heroes

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Oh, Let You NOT Show me a Cute Picture...

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Lawrence Hall

Oh, Let You NOT Show me a Cute Picture...

Oh, Let You Not Show me a Cute Picture…

Oh, let me show you this cute picture
I found on the internet; it’s right here
Oh, wait, it was right here; let me find it
You’re going to like it, just the thing you like

Here it is - no, wait, that’s not it; now where
Is it; let me just scroll down here - no, wait,
Maybe I should just scroll the other way
I know you’re going to like this, really

I know you’re in a hurry but this is cute
Now isn’t this just the funniest thing…?

No?

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Know not quite

Apr 2018 Amit Narayan Satpathy

Mary Gay Kearns

Know not quite

Finding this place has allowed
My family to know how I feel
To capture memories to read
To tell how much I love each
In a special and particular way.

In doing this I read the words
Written by others for reasons
That they know not quite
And oh how similar we are
Under Van Gogh's Cosmic sky.

Love Mary x