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Amanda Martinez Poem
she stands outside
reason : unknown
the leaves crackle as they glide
the wind picks up, trees are blown.
the sun captures her in a spotlight
rays of hope fall beside her
hence the cool air, it warms the fright
the house behind her, fades to a blur
racing thoughts, escape her head
taken away with each gust of wind,each whisper
with all the tears she ever shed
all the pain, made history
soon the wind falls dead
she doesn't move, just remains still
the world,frozen, no commotion in her head
then it all happens against her will
a warm breeze brushes her neck
chills race to the tips of her toes
shes forced to move, only to check
'cause shes off the ground before she knows
her mind, still on pause
a smile brightens her face
can't imagine a possible cause
her heart beats a different pace
the wind lets out another whisper
somehow forming a full statement
" kiss her "
suddenly her lips gain a tingling sensation
not realizing her eyes were closed
slowly she opens them
not sure what her sight may behold
gradually she gains feeling again
his presence, now tangible
not just a whisper in the wind
her heart, currently unreliable
but its magic, this feeling, him..
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Constant knocks should I let them in?
Each raindrop holds a different meaning.
Sitting on my window sill pondering the rain.
This intangible feeling i can't seem to fulfill.
It's touching my heart, I'm feeling the pain.
A clock ticks somewhere in the distance.
Who knows how much time has gone by?
It's like time has built a resistance,
or somehow just fell shy.
It's hard to keep constant track,
when i'm just counting the rain drops.
Falling slowly, quickly dropping,
eternity will end.
This rain ain't stopping, oh no..
my sanity i fend.
If I dodge each drop,
just gotta look through the rain.
If i break through the dark clouds,
just gotta make it through sane, oh yeah..
fighting through my pain.
But instead I stand beyond my window,
counting the rain.
Each drip in sync with each tick.
The sky engulfed in pain.
This feeling holds no description,
just waiting for a break in the rain.
The raindrops pantomime a story,
filling in the empty space.
The wind a whispering narrator,
a feeling I can't complace.
It's what lays beyond the final drop,
that captures my hearts desire.
So I sit here, waiting..
counting the rain.
5,6,7,8..
Falling slowly, quickly dropping,
eternity will end.
This rain ain't stopping, oh no..
my sanity i fend.
If I dodge each drop,
just gotta look through the rain.
If i break through the dark clouds,
just gotta make it through sane, oh yeah..
fighting through my pain.
But instead I stand beyond my window,
counting the rain.
Just counting the rain drops..
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words filling empty thoughts
'needs' and 'wants' they tend to cross
letting our surroundings chime in
no longer do we know where we're being driven
consider every desire, but our own
can't even hear our internal tone
honesty,
has died with chivalry.
we look around before we answer
hoping someone else steps up faster
changing for the sake of image
not realizing all the damage
we listen to the moon,
that makes us take a step back.
we listen to the wind,
who blows us way off track.
we listen to the sun,
who has a different way of 'fun' .
we ignore the flowers,
who try to tell us this life is ours.
we ignore the rocks,who try to show us how to be unique.
we ignore the dirt,passing it off as simply bleak.
we ignore the clouds,who are just aiming for our protection.
we ignore anything that shows true affection.
instead of appreciating the rain,
we sit here and complain.
hoping our stories will finish themselves,
not once questioning how we felt.
should we breath for a second?
hear our thoughts come in, let them
should we listen to the flowers?
the rocks, the dirt, the rain, the clouds?
should we listen to our hearts? and then..
for once, pick up the pen.
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Grabbing onto the last ray of sunshine,
Lifted into this heaven.
I know now that your mine,
Cuz right now no one’s pretending.
Standing on cloud nine,
You and I hand in hand, face to face.
I’m more than just fine,
With you by my side, in this place.
A soundtrack to our story plays,
Giving our surroundings a beat.
Right here, right now, where I want to stay.
No feeling could ever compete.
You grab my hand, turn me around,
Dancing like there’s only today.
Now our hearts beat… the only sound.
You take my breath away.
Here we are, in our own oasis,
Stars glowing above us, a hint…a clue.
And I don’t know how to say this…
But they’re spelling it out : I’m meant for you.
In scripted in the star struck sky.
Tattooed across my pounding heart.
Engraved in each thought I compile.
Two years ago was just a start.
The prologue to our book.
A new chapter is begun.
Cuz if you take another look…
The rest is still to be written, we’re on chapter 1.
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dark days, gloomy nights
poppin' pills to feel alright
so many thousands of feet off the ground
wind whispering in my ear, the only sound
the clouds lifting me, I am home
down pour beneath me, clearly shown
finally towering over all the rest
pain slowly fading from my chest
you can see the worlds rotation up here
I stomach each turn with nothing to fear
body num,b, earth still
and heres what steps in : free will
high dive
cuz i'm on over drive
free fall
forget it all
rock botom, my life: out of hand
screaming all the way down, because I can
and suddenly... jus like that
e v e r y t h i n g goes black
clock sontinues to tick
slow
slow
quick
finally color seaps back into sight
and then
I'll do it again
because this is my life.
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cross my heart, hope to die
forgive me God, but i tried
to see through this heavy mist
to make of what has come of this
I attempted to stay stong,
I attempted to carry on,
but I can't live a lie
I can't let this pain, just pass by.
question in their eyes, one reason in their heart
cuz if word gets around, they could be a part.
no compassion in their words
how we live, a bit absurd.
they look at me,
boy it's hard to breath
tears have become my oxygen
cuz there's no way I am keeping them in
my situation, out of their reach
something they'd only see on a movie screen
my life:a reality tv show
my life: so afr below...
walk the halls like I walk the city streets
look straigh, pace: like there's a clock to beat
focus ahead, so I don't break down
funny how people haven't seen me around
cuz when i need some light, all hope fails
and they blank me out, loneliness will always prevail
a broken heart, a broken dream
a broken girl, torn at the seams
body, in motion
head, high off commotion
focus ungained
not worth the strain
my world is on fire
and I can't get any higher
to watch it all in flames
I'm to caught up in my own vian
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one last hug, one last glance
one last word, cuz this may be the last chance
a chain connects to my heart with the last hug
as you move farther away, it pulls... it tugs.
can't watch as you fade into the blur
cuz if i'll be okay?..i'm not quite sure.
no lobger in sight, hell your still on my mind
the hole this is creating, I can not bind.
we walk away, 80 lbs. weights on our feet
living in some video game, impossible to beat.
retracing steps we took with you before
the chain between us, I swear it tore.
sooner than later, home "sweet home"
but now, you see, no comforts are shown
whimpering cries,
now my lullabies.
gasping for air
as i feel the last tear.
you flew away.
and left me this way...
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freeway : speed limit 95.
midnight : streets are alive.
headlights : flashing by.
there is only one star in the sky.
cars blurring, on their way.
not sure of the role i play.
impossible to depict one car from another,
a string of lights, act as a cover.
only one thing that makes sence.
only one key that is different.
only one solem star.
only ... its too far.
however, its feeding my confidence with its light.
not like the headlights, its a different bright.
its giving me a role, in the midst of reality.
i am to notice this star, until chaos has a fatality.
both independent, aside something bigger.
nothing special in comparison,you'd figure.
the star next to the moon....far away.
and me....aside lifes freeway.
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endless thoughts,
where do i begin?
what this has brought,
is it possible for me to win?
a ball of fire,
hangs low in the sky.
fading to pink as i gaze higer,
it catches my eye.
the changing leaves.
colors burst.
natural beauty, hard to believe
its quenching my hearts thirst.
cool air hugs me,
like an unwanted blanket.
warm thoughts flee,
with better places to be.
standing, admiring, questioning.
surrounded by natures beauty.
appritiateing for the first time.
good, yet bad, truely.
since this is where i fall back in line.
life takes time, but
time takes patience.
patience contridicts your gut,
which follows your heart, so where does tht fall in relation?
healthy?, happy?, broken..?
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secrets and lies
hidding and cheating
green skies
bad weather repeating.
head strong
heart sick
right ? or wrong ?...
******** sticks.
questions,
without answers.
reason? :
taking chances.
lessons go unlearned,
morals left behind,
times have turned.
nobody's purity shines.
naivity , has died with chivalry.
innocence is bliss.
now , who agrees with me...
how'd it come to this ?
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