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[May. 30th, 2010|09:57 pm] |
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so, i found some old poems.
figured i'd post them for your amusement.
Simplicity.
Wishing for that child like faith.
Wanting that I have a name.
A name that stands above all them.
A name that could of stuck with me,
Through everything.
A name that I had when I was four
A name that I had when I was seven
A name that I had when I was ten
But now being [eighteen]
I wonder what my ame could be.
I remember days when I dreamed.
Wanting to be a pilot
And just flying in the sky,
No limits, just fly.
Days when I dreamed.
And I was anything.
But then I'm brought back to the
Now and here times.
And I want to know what I am doing.
What I am.
What I'm suppose to be.
Who I am supposed to be.
From Disney movies and stuffed animals
That kept me warm and cozy in my bed at night
Seem like far-fetched dreams now.
Things that can't be held onto now.
To keep me warm and cozy.
With the worries of who I am.
What I want to be,
Where I'm going.
I want to know who I am.
Maybe, I'm just Amy
Maybe, I'm just the drummer.
Maybe, I'm just the Christian.
Maybe, I'm just the failure.
Maybe, I'm just the daughter of the King.
Maybe, I'm a singer.
Maybe, I'm a whiner.
Maybe, I'm annoying.
Maybe, I'm the movie goer.
Maybe, I'm the fan.
Maybe, I'm the internet junkie.
Maybe, I'm number one.
Maybe, I am forgiven.
Maybe, maybe it doesn't matter.
Maybe, I'm just yep.
And that's all there is.
Maybe, I'm just...
Maybe, I'm just the kid at heart.
Who stills enjoys the simple things.
Dancing and singing.
Cartoons and chalk.
Still reading comics on Sunday mornings.
Maybe, I don't have to remember my childhood.
Maybe, I can still live it in the here and now.
Maybe, just maybe....
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They say it's like the wind.
You can only feel it.
You can't see it.
But oh, can I see it.
I can feel it.
Like, a fire. It burns.
Deep inside myself.
I'm the only one, who hears,
It crackles and pops inside of me.
And there is nothing anyone can do about it.
It burns bright.
Or I like to think so.
To rage against the dying of the light for a lack of better words.
(very lack of better words.)
I see it everyday
The dying of the light.
That I'm trying to burn bright.
It dies everyday.
A flame
After a flame
After a flame
After a flame
Birthday candles at a birthday party
Going out one by one
To feel the wax burning on my heart
Then to not feel it anymore
The dying of the light,
The light I fight to burn
But to only feel the gagging sensation
Of blood in my mouth
That comes off my tongue
After all the times I bite it.
Wanting to say something
But too scared to say it.
Wanting to say something
Anything.
Fight the dying of the light.
Fight.
The night.
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Screaming
Loud like a rock concert
In my soul
Burning bright
Brighter than the sun with it
Shines.
More than a super nova star
It is like an air guitar solo
That only I can see
Or like a drum solo,
By Travis Barker
An urge to thrash, crash,
And throw.
To run till my blood,
pumps fire.
To scream and sing.
As much as I please.
Behind closed doors,
a concrete screen.
Where it is just me,
And only me.
And then silence.
A slow and ear shattering
Silence.....
That speaks.
Tells.
And shows.
And it repeats.
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Running and leaving,
But always taken back in.
I'm the prodigal.
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Not able to be seen,
not able to be touched,
not able to be fully comprehended,
like the wind you can't see it.
But you can feel it, through someone or something,
it's what wakes you up in the morning.
It's what keeps you going.
Keeps you asking questions,
like,
"Why? What if? How come? Where will this happen, Why does this happen? How can I fix it?"
When maybe, the answer is just,
"Yep".
And not much anything more like the marker trick,
it's not easy to explain.
Or to really even understand.
It's just there.
It's just there.
"Yep"
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just a little me.
stay true-
amy elizabeth. |
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