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Amy Lulu Poem
Unlike many, I found ways to transcend
I attempt to show you my ways
to put your sorrows to an end.
However, I am drained with this trend.
Do you ever question if I pretend?
I bottle up my uncertainties, hoping for amend.
I hope one day you’ll comprehend,
I desire a friend that will lend me a hand for a change.
Copyright © Amy Lulu | Year Posted 2011
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Amy Lulu Poem
I’ve lost family, my friends vanished, and love was disillusioned. I fail to remember when I lost myself that is why I carry on with my mouth taped, hands hammered down to this splintered chair, legs tide down like a criminal that I am, before I let you know what you don’t see and mislay you as well.
Copyright © Amy Lulu | Year Posted 2011
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Amy Lulu Poem
Walking on a paved road without intersections or doors.
Questions arise, caves are shaped through each who, when, what, how, why?
Crawling inside the gaps searching for opportunities that can wobble me away
from the disappointments in each department of life and mind.
Deliberating the slowness of my swiftness searching for disinfection,
or better off a different sickness.
That way no one will know the cause of my blindness,
nor what twisted my heart into stone.
Vanishing, my ashes will be spread across the sea
leaving no trace of my bitter soul.
Copyright © Amy Lulu | Year Posted 2011
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Amy Lulu Poem
Across the country, I’ve lost my sense;
I sit and count the days.
The days I have not perceived your say.
I’m gone in a haze recollecting your mysterious gaze,
am I crazy to say I keep falling in this passageway;
your love is enchanting my insanity.
I add up the days, when will our love go away?
Copyright © Amy Lulu | Year Posted 2011
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Amy Lulu Poem
Cruising around the streets, and swimming under reefs.
You and I seek a way to flee
from this awful scene we see every day.
We keep moving on since our life was just a scam;
escaping this disease, please remind me it won’t infect our endless love.
Copyright © Amy Lulu | Year Posted 2011
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Amy Lulu Poem
I received a day in which my friends saw my pain.
Words meant nothing; not an expression for me.
A tight hug and the presence of a compassionate living were needed.
Who would have known this headstrong city girl had feelings.
For once I wasn’t used as a magical shoulder to weep.
My tears were shared, in despair the never-ending walls demolished.
Left unguarded, I realized my walls were not allowing a militia to grow.
I lost a true friend but gained an unbreakable bond with the minority.
Unfortunately, it was just another dark fantasy.
This day was just a fraud; the fall never came to revolve
All I got was a day, so easy to disregard my pain.
Can’t believe your sorrows come to an end by this friend’s constant okay.
There is no time for my ache, these familiar voices beg for help.
While I am living by the same day, pain has become my only friend.
Merely a day and yet so many nights of uncontrollable waves.
Struggling for a gasp, overpowering each sense.
One and all forgot my weakness, my decease.
How stupid of me to think I had it all.
Rebuilding my walls with heavy bottles
from each tear demanded to store.
Oh misery, how it hurt to be poked by sharp firewood.
Leaving me with pores filled with germs;
still unknown how much they’ve devoured of me.
Now forever I sob guarding these walls, waiting for death to call.
Copyright © Amy Lulu | Year Posted 2011
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Amy Lulu Poem
I thought I had a soul; turns out I lost it so long ago.
What I contemplated as my beautiful world turned out to be an additional box underneath the dust containing means of accumulated dead, bloody meat. This unexplainable thing strives to communicate a disease to me, following me through each and every crack I can hit upon. Running for so long, my only method is to believe that patching up every single hostile mark it engraves underneath my skin is a key necessity. This thing loves fear and eventually digs up a final crack that we’ve all hidden beneath.Mesmerized by the rare combination of a strong infatuation along with a heavy spirit, naturally caused colors to converge into striking imagery. As hopes and wishes came into mind in haste, passion rapidly worked as magic forming my own scenery through paintings annihilated from admiration.I was off the beam to think I had eternal supremacy. The beauty of power blindfolded me into a lucid dream only to wake up back to my worst enemy. There is no more running when there are no more doors to be seized. Paralyzed once again but this time is for the conclusion. I am captivated and my only concern is will my story be heard. My paintings dissolve like ice to liquid, one last tear for the fall. My world was just a trap the only power I uncovered was how to be captured.
Thinking I had it all, Oh ignorance is in fact bliss.
Copyright © Amy Lulu | Year Posted 2011
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