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An adrenaline rush like no other
Fear, anxiety and pressure on an accelerated course together
A need to perform, a need to please
Beads of sweat roll down his sleeve
Players in waiting call out to him
Making his heart surge and nearly striking him dead
A slow march, thoughts speeding, confusion pleading
Begging to recede
“Run while you can, beyond the gate lies more than time can heal”
A shrug, a gentle wave, a spark of hope, that need to play.
Plectrum in hand he lifts on to the stage
The crowd awaiting his mighty fists of rage
One tiny glimpse
And it’s all a haze
The shouting and screaming
Them chorusing his name
A shudder of excitement
That tingling he craves.
His guitar in hand. He begins to play
That gentle sound, that soothing sway
The brush of his fingers against the fret board, creates a rage
An uncontrolled crowd mesmerized by his ways
Join in the chorus, still screaming his name.
Insanity controls him, as he plays,
For he reaches a place, no sane man can taint.
Supernatural, he seems, in a trance, they would say
As the his heavenly voice joins in, accompanying the base.
The women, they faint, screaming their praise,
In a worshipping trance, they seem so spaced.
And then as if awakened
He walks up to them, the bridge to play.
His voice so mystical yet so rich and brave
Singing his sweet melody
In rapture he says
‘Look at me love.’ So steady his gaze. ‘Stay with me today’
‘For if stand alone, I will die in this fray’
The drums come alive, with every played beat
His guitar sending tonight his soul, sealing his fate.
His passion, his love, his family, his mate
His life, his heart his death it shall take
In finale his voice suddenly screams
‘Tonight my love, I have conquered,
Tonight I shall sleep’.
As he drowns out the crowd,
The victory he sees.
The love, the pain not in vain it seems.
Head held high he walks of the stage.
The crowd still roars,
Still screaming his name.
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Amanda.M.Miller
Copyright © Amanda Miller | Year Posted 2011
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If death came to you day after day.
Followed you to bed and never went away.
Would I still be blamed?
If all I did,was what death asked of me today.
I could plead insanity,
I'm dying eitherway.
I could die a mad man,
Or pretend I'm insane.
But you're smarter than that, aren't you?
You like playing my game.
I bet you'd like what I do.
Maybe even garner some fame.
You know me better than that, dont you?
It was never about the fame.
I would do what I do,
Even without the name.
It's the thrill of the chase,
The trophies that remain.
The puzzles I leave for you,
The joy, every single time you fail.
You can try to catch me now
Or someother day.
There'll be another body waiting
Everytime you fail.
By
Amanda Miller
Copyright © Amanda Miller | Year Posted 2014
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Have you ever stopped to wonder?
How curious we can be
How we gleam with awe and wonder
Still filled with anxiety
The world they say is a tornado
So filled with love and hate
So beautifully designed
To make our teeth grate
A plethora of emotions run around the playful sky
So beautiful and quaint, so filthy and undesired
How lifelessly animated we make it all seem
Every night as we sleep below its glorious beam
The world they say is an arena
A precinct of heartless desire
A place to decide
If love will ever conquer or if money will divide
Still we add those barricades
Which, we think, would in the end, indeed make us, one day fly
Or swim freely in this circus
Where one day we shall all definitely die
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Amanda.M.Miller
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As I walk this earth
Bare and broken
Blood soaked and driven
My soul in supernova
My mind, frenzied.
My body bruised
My sword well used
Nostalgic,
Breathing in fresh paint
From beaten bodies and torn souls
Sudden movement
A quivering soul
A careless action
My attention
To hold.
A smile drapes
Bearing into my soul
The world disappears
My deathly hunger
Implores.
Slow and pleasuring
Each clink of steel
Warms my heart
Sweetly,
Mending my soul
First blood,
A lonely bead
Inviting my wrath
It trickles
No warning sold.
Teasingly, it lays in waiting
Pulling me closer
Lonesome
Begging almost
To bring more
An abyss,
It draws my victims in
Craving, wanting, yearning
To feel bloodied flesh
Broken
Against my skin
Irrevocable
A fear, I sense
Another victim to claim
Pleasure streams
Anticipating
Envisioning,
Blood oh glorious blood
My eyes feeling, each soul I’ve claimed
A vulture stalking its prey
Bloodthirsty
Yet again
Imperative, a mission
Deep wanting, to quench
Valiance, a virtue, I dare not detest
Submissive, he glares eye to eye
His being laid not to rest
Unsteady, yet giving.
My hands he guides to my sword
Thrilling me more
A kiss so chaste
My heart explodes
Like a child
I revel,
Rapture so pure
Beautifully he whispers
“Be a sinner no more
Take my soul
Gruesomely, I beg
Treasure the blood
That my body
So willingly sheds
Your craving
To sate
I was born to the earth
Release your demon
Release it form its depths
Stay hidden no more
Bare, naked, run free
Believe it not a disease
But a gift
As I see.
Unsheathe your sword
Glorious, shall it gleam
Purified, ready
Through my heart
Shall it go.”
Ecstatic,
Pleasure shudders through me.
A kiss I lay
Goodbye, my dearest
Your debt has been paid.
By
Amanda Miller
{This is to a new friend , a faceless being
that brings out the person hiding in me }
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No apologies
No criticism
Significant abhorrence
Distorted transfiguration
Angsty mornings
Disheavled evenings
Annoyance , frustration , disdain .
Paradoxial inception
Analytical depression
Muffled whispers
Defunct agression
Ultimate paranoia
Unconsciously decisive
Submissive arguments
Disoriented contortion
Twirling whirlwind of suppression
Tumult of words
In finalè
Pure satured composure guided by
motives of predestined animosity
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Could you be surrounded by a million faces,
Yet see nothing, just masses and beams?
Watch them laugh, smile and be, from the shadows.
While you cringe with envy.
Tracing their every move.
The curve of their lips in glee.
The shadows cast in the depths of amber,black,brown,grey and green.
Such reckless emotion, so easily revealed.
It calls to you, mockingly.
Unaffected, not tempted, you walk away.
The warmth of words and hearty gleams
Could call for an eternity but it wouldn't mean a thing, not to you.
Not to a heart made of steel.
As the seasons pass,
The White, orange and yellow scream
That hardly ever matters to someone who can see only black.
Living the monochrome dream.
Should you walk a path, as a lonely being.
A lovely flower laced road
With rose beds and lily baths, splashes of colour and purity.
All crumbling as you breathe.
For nothing remains in the beauty of a flower once it rots, dies and no longer breathes.
Like a body stripped of it's soul
Wandering, with no purpose
Forever, only watching, never to touch or to feel.
I once was full of colour
Full of life, colour and free
But my mind stole that away
And left me to watch it float by like a dream.
Finally dying, finally free.
As a parting gift would you give me what I need?
Would you trade places with me?
So finally, I could feel.
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"Hey,I give up"
Ha! How easy that seems.
A weight off my shoulders.
A sigh of pure relief.
"One more test and i'll scream"
Only pain,noise,a quiet,so shrill
Every time you touch me,
A little more, you take.
"I'm not begging anymore,you win"
It's no point fighting,
when you know you can never win.
So come,I'm waiting,haha,see you win.
"Dont let me wake up again,please"
Could I say it with more ease.
I couldn't be more welcoming.
If I could,I'm sure even hell would freeze.
"God,do you think you could take me away"
Let me say bye
and we can leave.
I promise I'll behave.
"Don't leave me like this"
So cruelly you leave,making me wait another day.
With doctors and their voodoo,
With pain and just hate.
"Be glad that you woke up today"
So many people say.
But God, how I wish,
They'd choke and for a minute just feel my pain.
"Oh!You poor sweet child"
All their eyes filled with pity.
Take that pity and leave.
Before that pity fuels the killer in me.
"It's fate,dont fight it"
Yes I know that, you know.
If I didnt,do you think,
I'd be screaming into my pillow.
"How selfish could you be"
Oh,how I'd like to see,
You walk in my shoes,
and be just as selfish as me.
"So what if I want to die"
It's not like being here soothes you.
It just makes you miserable.
Yes,I know that's just what I do.
"Let me be free."
I deserve it dont you see,
Cause i'm tired of bleeding and screaming.
I just want to feel peace.
"No,please,no more."
No,not another needle I want to see.
I'm done with these medicines.
They give up,just as I think,maybe I'll get lucky, maybe this time, i'll win.
"I'm sorry,i'm not superman,you see"
But today you could pretend,
It's kryptonite to me.
If you take it away,I'll be supergirl,just like you need me to be.
"Can you not cry."
One more time and I swear ill start praying I die.
It kills what's left,every tear that you bleed.
I hate myself enough,please,wont you laugh for me.
"You think I don't notice"
All that pain,when you think I'm asleep
Shaking and suffering every time you weep.
I'm still human,I'm not dead yet,I can still see.
"One last time, please, ust for me "
Please dont die with me.
What I can't have, do,that's the greatest gift you can give me,
It's all I need.
"No needles,no blood "
No shivers and no fuss.
Wouldn't that be something,
Something,where nothing exists.
"I love you,goodbye"
It's time for me leave.
But hey,that's OK cause
I'll be watching you always.I'll never really leave.
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Amanda Miller
Copyright © Amanda Miller | Year Posted 2014
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I don't need you.
I'm fine just by myself.
I did it before and,
I can do it again.
You can take all your crap,
And walk right out that door
Take your so called loyalty,
And never ever come back home.
Take your so called love,
And pour it a drink.
Call your ego too,
Cause that's all you'll ever deserve.
Your immaturity screams volumes,
But I guess I was floored.
Thought you were my friend,
But you're just a wooden board.
Your promises were conditional,
Depending on your fate.
I was just a pawn,
But it looks like a checkmate.
Your lies you can take,
And walk right out that door.
I never want to see that face.
Not now.Not ever.No more.
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Amanda Miller
Copyright © Amanda Miller | Year Posted 2014
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Every task has a game
Every game, a strategy
Every strategy has a reason
Poised so gracefully with devilish intent
Death by love
Death by hate
Death by a stranger
Death by a familiar face
An intention is all he needs
To reveal his dangerous stead
A simple act of sweet revenge
Or a show of uncanny chivalry
A game in the end it was
A plan to dissolve the unpure
A reason to prove treason
A death that was needed to complete this unjust season
Self-defense she screams
My petite lady
But the devil’s scorn
She breathes so cloaked, yet so freely
Victory, alas! Innocence she pleads.
Her immaculate halo radiates an eerie glow
For her task completed she rests, content
Until her next victim she claims
Her bloody thirst to quench
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Amanda.M.Miller
Copyright © Amanda Miller | Year Posted 2011
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An abyss so dark,
The archaic tomb of death shudders.
A sorrow so blinding,
It impales you in infinitesimal nothingness.
Balance and order,
Time and space.
Cease to exist,
As with darkness, it's replaced.
Like the shards of winter,
It slowly creeps in.
Tightening it's reigns,
Till you finally give in.
One touch could bind you.
In a blink of an eye,
You'll lose your soul.
Floating forever, alive but living just shy of death.
A shell, all that's left.
No sorrow , pain nor woe.
No bliss, joyless rapture.
Just trapped in the abyss, that is your mind.
Trapped, bound and broken.
Never to be restored.
Amanda Miller
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