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Piper Amacher Poem
A button a magnet
Oh how connected i am to you
Like a down of a thistle
A button, maybe two.
A world full of wonderful things to do,
I found one like you.
A button a magnet
A few night to spare
Seeing you makes me flar
A world full of funny things in the air
A button a magnet
I just happen to love you.
Whiten the gods above,
Holds all my love.
A button a magnet
It's guaranteed to happen.
The pattern along the way.
A button, maybe three!
Sitting in a tree,
Seeing you so happy.
A button, a magnet.
Oh how Its a bad habit,
But for how I love you.
I'm so attracted.
A button a magnet
Within this plant
It's just for granted.
A world full of wonderful things to do that will happen.
A button a magnet
Oh how connected i am to you
All the things, just about you.
Oh a button, a magnet
Oh, a button , a magnet.
Oh how much I am in love with you.
Copyright © Piper Amacher | Year Posted 2024
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Piper Amacher Poem
I was born with a glass heart
Completely see through
And Well understood
Very fragile
And taken very wrong.
Quite poor, it also happened to be shaped like a ball.
It got tossed around.
Hitting the ground.
Trying to be ok.
Trying to stay safe.
One toss it hit too hard.
Too outta reach to check.
hitting the ground too hard…
It was all fine I thought.
Cracked.
One line that crossed that heart
To utterly.. Spiderwebbed
A whisper makes it crumble
…shattered.
Built a house around that shattered heart
Well… what was left of it.
Just to protect that newborn's heart.
Just that little house.
That house to fix that broken heart.
That was shattered to a million parts.
A part of pain
Of memories being tossed around.
That little house protecting that almost healed heart.
Broken
Then aging it started over
Toss Toss
Drop Drop
Toss Drop
Shattered.
Then that glued together heart was shattered again.
I thought I should build a castle around that shattered heart.
Copyright © Piper Amacher | Year Posted 2023
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Piper Amacher Poem
I hate you.
I hate your friends
I hate me
I hate sleep
I hate my body
I hate waking up in the morning pretending everything's Ok.
I hate faking
I hate putting on a show
But i cant seen to hate the fact i can't let go
Let me go
I hate i can't see myself
I hate that everything's a mystery.
Each clue on the table ready to be found
I hate that one trick of a clue leads to off track.
I hate thinking I'm wrong and changing when I was right.
I hate drowning out my sound.
I hate telling people I'm Ok. Even though I'm not.
I hate lies
I hate lying
I hate hiding
I hate dying inside
I hate trying to ignore the pain
I hate hiding away
But it's the only way
The only way of hiding the pain.
I hate opening and leaving
I hate walking away
I hate drowning my shirt
In the tears I cry.
I hate seeing happiness
I hate the notifications
I hate seeing the reminder
Everything is not Ok.
Copyright © Piper Amacher | Year Posted 2023
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Piper Amacher Poem
A piece of light I see
See too bright
Thinks only at night
Burns away waiting for the night.
Seeing it go.
Watching it leave
Seeing the shadows
Now I'm too tired…
Too tired to even sleep.
Tried and tried
But dying inside
Night light
I'm scared of the night
But the only light i see
Is at night.
Trying to hold it close
But trying to hold tight
Holding on for dear life.
Fear not letting go
holding tight will only hurt more.
For this night is the night light.
The only light i hold so tight
So tight i cry
I cried that night.
I saw my light.
Copyright © Piper Amacher | Year Posted 2023
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Piper Amacher Poem
Putting my name in an empty bottle.
Throwing it into the ocean,
Wishing it farewell as it drifts away
I put my name and into an empty bottle
I let it float
as it floats away
all I remember
is putting my name in an empty bottle
putting my name in an empty bottle!
Will it remind me of all the things I did or done
things that I can't rewind or forget?
I walked on the shore of the ocean
- I found an empty bottle..
I pick up the bottle hoping it's not mine
but yet I find it different name inside
Not only was my name in a different Empty Bottle
it shredded up the pieces of feelings I felt inside.
finding Another Empty Bottle
with this same feeling inside
knowing I'm not alone
but there's only one way for everyone to hide
you drop your feelings down deep inside
you don't let them show
not until everyone targets you
that's your Empty Bottle
take your name and put it in that Empty Bottle
put all your soul and your feelings in that Empty Bottle
break the bottle throw the bottle
find something to do with that Empty Bottle
people ask why you choose an empty bottle
Do you want to be a box full of things moving from house to house?
or do you want to be an empty bottle that you can shove more feelings into
do you want to be that kid that everyone bullies
or do you want to be that empty bottle where no one has to see it?
finding more and more reasons to hide in An empty bottle
What am I going to do with this empty bottle I relate to it
that empty bottle is me
me is that Empty Bottle
Now what do I do with this empty bottle
we heard them say
just a dumb Empty Bottle.
that Empty Bottle shatters
that Empty Bottle is me.
Copyright © Piper Amacher | Year Posted 2024
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Piper Amacher Poem
A plastic bag drifting through the wind
Under the circumstances then nobody cares
an empty plastic bag drifting through the quiet cold breeze
wondering where you will take me
the places we will go
a plastic bag drifting through the snow
shivering cold
it's a piece of trash
nobody cares about a dumb plastic bag
cold as can be flying through the wind
tears shut down my face
freezing to my skin
I want to be normal again
the thoughts Rest In My Head
wishing to start over
and where I began
moving through many different things
different places
different breezes
I just want to be free
a plastic bag lifting through the wind
nobody cares under the circumstances that you stand in
a piece of plastic
a swiveled up thing
drifting to the quiet cold breeze
But nobody knows
the secrets that that little plastic bag holds
it's been through Heaven and Hell
it's been rained on… cried on
it's been smashed to the ground
it's been so long since a little bag that little plastic bag has felt at home
drifting through the wind
wanting to start life again
listen to people talk
not understanding a simple thing
nobody wants to pick me up
I feel that plastic bag drifting through the wind
that plastic bag feels me
because I just want to be set free
let loose
I want to drift in the Wind
if anyone cares
but that little plastic bag
it has feelings that no one will ever see that poor plastic bag.
The plastic bag has disappeared.
Copyright © Piper Amacher | Year Posted 2024
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Piper Amacher Poem
I see freedom
I see war.
Thinking about you leads me to be unsure.
Where to go. Looking around.
All surrounded.
Life on both sides.
Gets shot to the ground.
Running up the hill.
All I see is war at three.
Think where to be.
My captain says shoot.
I hit you.
(splat)
running away
Chasing the freedom where I'm meant to be.
But war comes.
Why to start.
What's the reason?
Why end.
When there's still a rumble,
Half dead.
I see but not all.
Missing a leg and an arm.
At least not a shot to my heart.
Shots spiral.
I'm not dead. But thousands of friends
Laying in a ditch.
It's my turn, i'm not down,
Chasing my freedom,’
I'm my own man,
Where to go. Looking around.
All surrounded.
Life on both sides.
Gets shot to the ground.
I tell you, I'm done.
I have finished the war
Now onto the next?
When will it come?
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Yes or no
Right or wrong
She don't know
She hasn't lived that long
What's right who's wrong
Wheres the time gone
Day or night
Today or tomorrow
Now or then
The voices are getting to me
Not a bad way
Nothing new
Just a little thought
Fire vs water
Whos winning
First it's wrong then it's right.
Which could it be?
I'm not learning
So why even care?
This is just all about
A MOTHER DAUGHTER WAR AFFAIR
Yes or no
Never right nor wrong
Just take a stop to this nonsense
It's only A
MOTHER DAUGHTER WAR AFFAIR.
Copyright © Piper Amacher | Year Posted 2024
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Piper Amacher Poem
Never been so hurt,
but the way you look at her,
just makes me feel dead inside,
it's honestly weird,
I usually let it fly,
I've never felt that,
But you looked me in my eye,
only whisper in my ear,
Can tell me not,
I've never been so hurt.
Look at her now.
All over you.
You smile at her, but say you want me more,
It's so confusing. So lost to hear,
But I've never felt so hurt,
Her in a skirt.
Look how pretty she is,
Now it's time for a pop quiz.
I, am not her,
Nor will I ever be.
But the feeling you left
has suddenly hit me.
Walking away, with all that guilt.
I should have walked over
And said it with plea.
But not to say, the people around,
hate me.
All with a doubt,
It's scary without you around,
But with time,
We will make our rounds.
I want to tell you,
but I don't think I can.
With all the time left,
I feel depressed.
Never been so hurt,
but the way you look at her,
just makes me feel dead inside,
Look how pretty she is,
Now look at it.
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Sitting in a tiny room.
Wishing the worst.
Crying. Shaking, in pain.
Knowing you don't want to be here.
But knowing that not many will care,
Dropping the pennie in the wishing well.
Only the wishing well knows,
How I really feel.
Trying to find a way out
Not eating,
Not sleeping,
Just me in a room alone,
Not talking to anyone,
Hiding.
I make a wish in the wishing well.
Wanting to disappear, wanting to be on my own.
Wanting to be gone.
Hurting the ones i love the most,
What does it take?
To become the wishing well.
My wish never comes true.
I want to be gone.
Amongst the stars.
Around the world.
Your dreams came true,
Sitting in the darkest room.
Still fighting the urge.
Just pick it up.
And end it all.
But it lasts in love but it hurts instead.
I couldn't stay away,
But still wishing on that well.
To be gone.
To disappear.
Hoping this wish comes true.
I slid.
I cry.
I feel shy.
It will never happen,
My wish is wishing well.
It's all being drained,
To the itsy bottom.
Did my wish come true?
I say to the dead wishing well.
I disappear.
Copyright © Piper Amacher | Year Posted 2024
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