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Alexis Amann Poem
"Make it hurt, but make it sweet,
All I want is our lips to meet.
You can tease me, please please me,
And please make this nice and easy.
You are so dark and tempting, too,
Only you know what I've been through.
So help a friend, stop it now-
This sad feeling that drags me down/
Make it better, and meet me quick,
I want you bad; it seems so sick.
I'm bound to you, you can't be avoided,
Hit me hard, like the evil of the world did.
Take me now & hold me close,
I guess i'll meet you sooner than most.
A life with you will be much better,
Wrap me up in your dark weather.
There you are, I see you coming,
In my heart holds violent drumming.
Your touch is cold & not what I expect,
It's too late now; there's nothing left.
Hello, sweet one, who I have called,
This must be the moment that the curtain falls.
Heart beat faints and my mind drifts,
You let go, but I feel you on my lips.
You lay me down, so I can rest,
I'm scared to see what happens next.
Copyright © Alexis Amann | Year Posted 2015
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Alexis Amann Poem
...and I stand & I scream,
in my dreams it's a dream.
Make it hurt, make me cry;
anything but these feelings dry.
drag it down and slice it up,
try and try but still no luck.
I tear, I fear, I miss, I wish,
I lay this wish upon my lips.
I wish to feel, even a little,
It's driving me mad, my sanity's brittle.
Was there ever a time, a time in my past...
Could I ever feel? Make a feeling last?
if you have to slap me, kick me, bite me,
Throw me down, and beat me empty.
'Cause the pain from me and the pain from you,
doesn't compare to what my mind can do.
Copyright © Alexis Amann | Year Posted 2015
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Alexis Amann Poem
And I opened my eyes and couldn't move,
Stuck still to the dark sheets.
My eyes, only able to look up
Not around-like my mind.
No thoughts can break through
The wall of my enemy
Who is my sadness,
My weakness, hopelessness and despair.
The energy is gone
So am I.
I'm not here in these dark sheets
Or in this empty room
That resembles my state of being, Or lack of being.
I begin to think
And all I can think is,
I am able to think and feel,
And then I regret trying.
Then I look around
And the emptiness registers.
The darkness registers.
And I wish I could go back and be stuck to these dark sheets
And this empty room.
Copyright © Alexis Amann | Year Posted 2018
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