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Amanda Brown Poem
i remember the dark night sky filled with small orbs of light.
i remember a second sun rising in the hushed ashes of the night.
i remember the haunting echos of a lonesome a song of beauty.
and your voice bouncing with laughter and joy.
i remember smell of the climbing, wild ivy.
i remember soft gazes at the dancing lake.
i remember your hand gently placed in mine, warm and soft.
even now that you are not here with me or with any one,
i will remember your love, in my heart forever.
in this life time, any life time.
( by august about rainbow girl)
Copyright © Amanda Brown | Year Posted 2014
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Amanda Brown Poem
she is my sister.
he is my brother.
she tough me how draw.
he tough me how to play the computer.
she tough me how to sing.
he tough me how to direct the story.
she tough me how punish your enemy.
he tough me to be my self.
she tough me to be "cool".
he tough me to be smart.
she tough me how to deal with people who weren't.
he tough me how to be listened to.
she tough me how to be jealous.
he tough me to depend on him.
she tough me how to scream through slammed doors.
he tough me that he loved me.
she tough me how that i was annoying "on purpose".
he tough me how to be creative.
she tough me how to have structure.
he tough me to throw away everything that was painful.
she tough me how to not care about another person.
i tough myself to completely depend on my brother to support me when no one else did.
and then the tough me how to leave for college.
she tough me not to feel so sentimental and sad.
i tough her that she could shut it.
she tough me that onward silence is better then forgiveness.
i tough her that ...i didn't care.
she tough me that she liked being alone, and wasn't sympathetic.
i tough her i didn't care about that either.
time passed
high school started.
she tough me how to get on the right bus.
she tough me that the art teacher i had was horrible.
she tough me who i should avoid.
she tough me to trust her to drive me to school.
and then a funny thing happened.
she tough me how to in the car.
she tough me how to "get the boy".
she tough me to watch anime.
she tough me how to have structure.
Copyright © Amanda Brown | Year Posted 2016
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blood, death, darkness.
i'm watching
mystery,horror, insanity.
it's on the screen
violence, depth,desertion.
i can't look away.
why don't i want to?
it's so pretty.
it's wonderful.
why am i still smiling?
it's so...red...
it's so intelligently created.
why am i still laughing?
it's leaving.
it's reveling.
am i the only one who's insane?
darkening.
bleeding.
why am i so comfortable?
because i'm sitting at the throne of sin.
Copyright © Amanda Brown | Year Posted 2016
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Amanda Brown Poem
i know the sound
"her"laugh,"her" voice
terr it up!
especially now.
ring ring
i know what you're thinking about.
or at least i know what you think of me.
ring ring
it's always been this way.
from the moment i changed your plans.
ring ring
when i no longer wanted to be like you.
RING RING
i see that girl. the one that you know.
RING RING
i hate her.
RING RING
SHE'S WASTE OF SPACE.
RING RING
THAT'S ALL I THINK OF HER!
RING RING
THAT'S ALL EVERY ONE THINKS ABOUT HER!
RING RING
THAT'S ALL YOU THINK OF ME!!!
RING RIN-CRACK
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...I guess my bell was always broken...
hanging there.
...with brother's and sister's
...i don't know who broke it.
maybe it was always that way.
but i know... i was the only one who could have destroyed my own voice.
...or body.
maybe we'll be tossed out.
it's because no one can remember it when it wasn't broken.
when it wasn't useless
or is it only useless to you?
since you would rather have a bell then a daughter.
Copyright © Amanda Brown | Year Posted 2016
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songs,pictures, art.
i want them.
people, places,thoughts.
i want to save them.
stories,books,clothes.
i want a collection of them.
flowers,jewelry,animals.
i want it to never fade from humans.
not the object.
the emotions they make me feel.
i want to immortalize these.
like wanting to save a silk blanket.
from the flames of our attention spans.
i want them to live forever.
i want to stitch them together.
forever.
forever.
Copyright © Amanda Brown | Year Posted 2016
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