. if blindwil could only see .. if blindwil could only see .. if blindwil could only see . by Amanda-Graham
thinkin' bout all of the changes here over the years ... and of a list of undetermined length of those who've made me feel
. if blindwil could only see .
fer grump, and Suggs, and those who shadowed hide
fer Brooklynn, and Erin, Amelia, Megan and Heather
fer laughter that's faded and secrets well kept
fer bashing and crashing and those who have wept
fer rooms that are vacant and now rarely swept
wot's happened to ya?
have ya taken a fall?
i look at some of ya
the strangers ya now are
© some person wandering loose, the name Ingenuine tattoo'd on her caboose 2014
Image: "memoirs" by :iconSenju-HiMe: © 2013
. i lay my weapon down .. i lay my weapon down .. i lay my weapon down . by Amanda-Graham
"Why didn't you just take it slow girl?" The woodchuck snorts at the cloud of smoke I release while lookin' sideways at his shiny blackish brown eyed gaze. His whiskers twitch and he gives a short closed-eye sneeze. "Dunno Chuck, I never seem to pause, to get a hold." Shoulders rise and fall gracelessly. It's another grey day, this weather is something Chuck and I like in common and we'd argued about who owned the yard and what parts of the day. We'd settled.
"No sage words for you then girl." Chuck brings a long hooked black claw to his left ear and gives a digging scratch at it. "Damn fleas, damn em all." I look across the yard at the scarlet and yellow Cardinals swooping to catch insects; peck peck peck, and then back into the low branches of an untrimmed locust tree. I nod my head at the wisdom of the woodchuck.
"Ya give all ya can Chuck ... that's all to be done. Never learned
. streghe .. streghe .. streghe . by Amanda-Graham
in a three
© "found in tossed crimson sheets on folded 'for you Georgiana' thank you note, signed" Amanda 2014
Image: "Passage" by :iconKizukiTamura: © 2014
... cine este că în oglindă meu ...
Poeme du jour / Daily poemEt ton sourire fantômePoeme du jour / Daily poem by lombregrise
dans le lit froid de mes
And your ghostly smile
in the cold bed of my
Poeme du jour / Daily poemLa lune regarde envieusePoeme du jour / Daily poem by lombregrise
les fleurs mouillées
sur ta tombe
Envious, the moon looks
at the wet flowers on
Carpe DiemTomorrow is not promised; live todayCarpe Diem by NobodyNothingNowhere
Replace worn shoes with new ones
Insert new dreams, let old disappointment go
Walk in the light while there is time
Rich and poor, mad and sane, all must die
Store old dreams in the new shoebox
Make bright memories to take into the night
Our final destinations are all the same
Heaven is not promised; seize the day
With kindness, gentleness and love
When night falls it will be gentle, soft
Your pockets will be stuffed with gold
Plato and MeForty miles into it, there was a sucking sound. The tar began to dissolve around our feet. The trees around the border were tall, branches outstretched. We couldn’t reach them. We couldn’t reach anything.Plato and Me by NobodyNothingNowhere
Unshakable uncertaintyUnshakable uncertaintyUnshakable uncertainty by Lostboysmee
in the bright
Still feeling the lingering
night of an unsettling
from the past
invade the present.
The vice like
fear that tightens
in your stomach
Pulling back the covers,
it slowly fades, concealed behind
the distractions of the light,
EquilibriumIndignationEquilibrium by retr-o-bute
Forgiveness offers anonymity.
I will tame this
Spectrum of existence
I have come
That these artificial divides
Are an archaic,
Relic of apprehension
I refuse to live in.
Faith is the unity
Of heart and mind
That elevates the living from the alive.
Sore, tattered skin,
Torn, withered within,
Resentment is no longer my restraint.
Reborn with ambition,
Warm with animation,
Guilt will no longer be my love's blind.
Consumed all I could see
In my memories of you and I.
I struggled to understand
How I could love a soul
Yet clamour for natural consequences.
Affection and indignation
Are not to be divided,
As the sins from the sinner are.
I found the strength to love you,
And the strength to pardon myself
For your addictions.
Can you imagine a life
Beyond these bars that bind?
Can you find serenity
In this sobering, unfamiliar territory?
If you can, you aren't blind,
If you can't, I'll be your guide.
. y ."Winter is coming so fast ... cold ..." "umm hmm" I thrill in shelters of my memories. "Did you hear me?". y . by Amanda-Graham
© Amanda 2013
Images: "Untitled" by :iconmenervaTau: © 2013
"dreams" by :iconphotoport: © 2013
"I am of the leaves which tremble II" by :iconRapidHeartMovement: © 2013
"My Bitter Half" by :iconStarsColdNight: © 2013
"Motherland Chronicles #38 - Dark Side of the Moon" by :iconzemotion: © 2013
AloneThe simplest things, I can no longer decide for myself.Alone by GypsyMountainman
No longer am I whole.
I am tired, my spirit broken.
My fight is gone.
Nature beckons me to come,
deeper still, she whispers.
until her icy embrace holds me tight.
Come to me, she cries
I am broken, my spirit tired.
My fight lost.
The Dreams of ExistenceOnce there was an existence so small, smaller than the particles of dust in the infinite universe. She had a small existence but had a big basket full of dreams. She was happy and she had faith that someday surely those dreams of hers would be realized. Everyday she would get some dreams from her basket and watch those dreams become a reality. Then everyday she’d produce new dreams and she’d put it in the basket. The basket was like a good luck charm to her. It would often smile at her and encourage her. Seeing the basket made her feel that she wasn’t so small after all.The Dreams of Existence by moonlight-fox
Then one day a strong wind blew and it blew away the small existence’s basket of dreams. All the dreams within the basket disappeared and the basket was broken. The small existence could not believe it. She had invested so many dreams on that basket, the basket looked at her and it apologized as it slowly closed it eyes.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect your dreams”
In Tension with a Knifeevery second icy cold,In Tension with a Knife by Emerald-Alexandria
another needle, another time
a broken heart, a sweating face,
The rush when your hand was in mine
The memories provide no solace
like the bible on my desk
No, He can't help me, no one can,
until I complete the bloody task
The richness, red and slick,
Coppery and black-rose dark
Like chewing foil between my teeth
I wait for the seconds to make their mark
Time is passing just too slowly
No one's calling me but the knife
I check my messages, no missed calls
Pain's my one companion in life
The Tooth Fairyshe arrives in a whispering, thundering darkness,The Tooth Fairy by Emerald-Alexandria
Silent steps on tips of toes
To grab from right beneathe your head
your yellowing and bleeding bones
Zombie of the pearlie-whites,
Burglar of your bloody smile,
Snatcher of your sweetest dreams,
Thief of all that is worthwile,
every tooth, One by one,
Ripped from your gawping jaws,
By Time's cruel fingers,long and slender
Into the Reaper's razor-sharp claws.
Her golden tiara is all you will see,
As she leaves you a-writhing in pain.
You'll scream, you'll shriek, oh how you'll plead!
But she will always be back again
Twinkling remnants of your childhood past,
Sold for pennies as the darkness floods
To this Demonic Reaper of the Night,
Cackling as she licks off the blood.
Read Any Good Books Lately?I saw you yesterday
For the first time...
In a long time.
I saw you from far away
And my heart
Did that thing
That they talk about in Disney movies.
Then when you came over
You smiled that smile
That makes me want to hate you
Because I know you can't be mine.
Not yet, anyway.
And when you hugged me
Like it was nothing
My dad's back was turned.
You didn't think anything of it
Because you didn't know
The clandestine conversations
That scared them and haunted me
From the last time I saw you.
But I made sure
His back was turned.
If it hadn't been,
I don't know what
I would've done.
Why did you risk it all?
But despite my father
And despite your father,
I want to plan a dream with you.
Let's plan a dream,
Much like you would plan
A road trip;
We are both well aware
Of the destination,
But the intricate back roads
That we will use
Are currently undefined.
The conversation won't lull,
It never does with you.
When we aren't singing those songs
That nobody pays at
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