February 20, 2012
I wish I could sink beneath the Earth
No one could hear me
Or see my tears
No one to judge if I'm
Really here
Do I exist?
I think therefore I am
If I stopped thinking,
Could I stop worrying?
Could I end this fear?
Could I end knowing what is near?
Could I end the end of this world?
With the tip of my finger?
If I ever needed to...?
Would I be a bodyless spirit?
Floating through the minds of my peers
Could I whsiper into their ears?
I love you, isn't it clear?
You'll do fine, you'll make it out alive
If I managed to do it right this time,
You'll have the life
Posted by Amy K. W. Peterson.
February 20, 2012
You never knew, did you?
That I loved the morning skies and dew
Did you know I loved to write?
That I dreamed of cloudless skies and flight?
Did you ever see my inked and scarred hands?
Smeared like a purple sunset that you wouldn't understand
Did you ever see my eyes light up like the stars?
I remember back then, when the sky was ours.
The clouds were gone, and the sun was high
The day was bright
But you turned on me, and dimmed the lights
The moon doesn't glow.
And the sun doesn... Continue reading...
Posted by Amy K. W. Peterson.
February 20, 2012
They always say to write what you know
I don't know anything
About middle school
Or boys
Or girls, for that matter
I know about being lonely
Being picked on
"Please be kind to Amy, she needs a friend right now."
It would be so damn funny if you understood that I do need a friend
"What's wrong with you?"
I don't know, you tell me
Why is it that the girls who aren't smart enough for PA,
Who laugh when they do something strange
And make you out to be a weirdo if you the same
And wh... Continue reading...
Posted by Amy K. W. Peterson.
February 20, 2012
You realize,
Don’t you?
That I despise your hating eyes
Don’t you?
I laugh, I’ll stand you
But only to make her feel that it’s alright
You understand,
Don’t you?
This love I play is fake
With you?
I feel horrid making deceptions,
But not when it’s with you,
Not so much
You know what I’m doing,
Don’t you?
You know I’d rather die…
Than sit here in this room,
with you?
But because it’s for her,
And I
owe her the world,
I’ll do it, and you’ll hel... Continue reading...
Posted by Amy K. W. Peterson.
February 20, 2012
Boy, it's been so long
But look how far we’ve come
I’ve been wishing all along
And the same old song comes on…
Did you ever wish?
Did you ever miss me?
The days we’ve been apart,
Days we’ve been distant…
I couldn’t reach you
But today things change for us
I’ve looked and seeked you
I’ll never have to wait to see that smile
I never forgot about you, Drew
I hope your heart feels the same
Because even if you break my heart,
Tear it to shreds
My heart will sta... Continue reading...
Posted by Amy K. W. Peterson.
February 20, 2012
He’s not a character in my books
Someone I saw and dreamt up the rest
He’s a boy I’ve met
And I wonder and day dream, and fantasize,
That perhaps the wondering, day dreaming, and fantasizing,
Could end?
Tell me,
Does he think about these things?
Has the boy with the smile,
That makes you feel curious, like a child again
Does the boy with the smile,
Think of me?
Does the boy with the smile,
Smile when he sees me?
Like I do
Like I laugh and so enjoy being with him
My only ... Continue reading...
Posted by Amy K. W. Peterson.
February 20, 2012
Legs and arms,
Feet and hands,
Limbs sore and waiting for revenge on me
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But it’s the words that cut me deep
Body unmarked
Yet still pain rings through
You were never who I pretended you were
Wished and hoped you could be
I could care less
About my bandages
The blood that comes with suicidal thoughts
When the thoughts turn into actions
When smiles turn into scowls
Apologies,
Apologies
I need nothing of the sort
I need someone who’d never have the chance to say ... Continue reading...
Posted by Amy K. W. Peterson.
February 20, 2012
Let’s face it, It’s all the same. You want it, I want it. It. I want to be smart. I want to be cool. I want to be funny. I want to write well. I want to be fun. I want to be unique. I want to be liked. I want to be amazing. But I’m far from it. Is the grass really greener on the other side? I see I’ve got it good. It’s a full lawn, real lush. Beautiful. But so many weeds… While everyone else has perky flowers, I rain and willow with myself. They’re smiling, though their life sucks. Yet me, avera... Continue reading...
Posted by Amy K. W. Peterson.
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What the floop am I looking at right now?
A mini-blog on which I'll be posting poetry!
Mainly poems that have been posted on Figment, because those are the best. I hope you all enjoy and check out my other tabs!
All poetry on this tab is Copyright (C) 2012 Amy K. W. Peterson
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