Posts Tagged ‘amanda’

Laurel (v2)

Oh, this thunderstorm here is no surprise
Lilith is for the hunt and she smells blood
Saving the grace of the Children of Sunrise
Fugitives of the left hand’s grasp of Ehud.

I was raised to sit down, listen and obey
And though these shackles were strong enough to hold a mountain
It came down to traits I simply cannot feign
‘Cause that voice in my brain filled up with pain is now shouting.

Oh those whackers!
Don’t they love it when snakes crawl beneath the grass?
Those mother rockers!
Don’t they love it better how it was then in the past?
They do, they do, they do!
Cause every prince needs a trophy princess to set on display
They need their mechanical mannequins to advertise their victory
To boast their ego as their golden halo’s glow beams blindingly like the sun
I don’t think these majestic pimps need a golden rod but rather a golden gun.

La-la-Laurel
When are you going to stop these men from claiming us as prizes?
Maybe when the stream of the Rose Sisterhood rises
Not until then, not a minute earlier, not an instant later.

Oh, this rattle noise here is not uncommon
Eris is looking for harmony and finds none
Unravels the principles of events to summon
Being sanctuary to those in need of a home.

I was molded by fire, steel and diamond cut
And though these pillars were designed to keep my monster confined
It came to the point that the weight abrupt
The pontifical colloquial symmetries of this cyclical cylindrical sine.

‘Cause every ruler needs a maiden maid right by their side
They need their long string puppets to put a on a good spectacle
And all the mistress they can get for the when world seems just a bit empty
For when their servants contravene after the fact they cannot find any sympathy.

La-la-Laurel
When are you going to stop these men from claiming us as prizes?
Maybe when the stream of the Rose Sisterhood rises
Not until then, not a minute earlier, not an instant later.

Oh how they ride inside their modern day cortege
As they always seem to be late for their own funeral
Well I should apply for a brand new confident entourage
One never knows about those things that might become ephemeral.

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Maleficent

You want me dark
You want me bleeding poison, my darling
You want me dark
You like me all corrosive, sweet thing.

You say you liked me then
When I was just an infantine
You say you wanted me then
When I was childlike and innocent.

But every girl gets her moment
When the crimson river divides
From tender to being impervious
From infant to be fully grown.

This is my womanhood
Now that I’m marriageable
Don’t you like the way that I’m blooming?
Don’t you like now that I’m blossoming?

You want me dark
You want me hissing venom, my dearie
You want me dark
You like me all acidic, oh, honey

You say you liked me then
When I was shy and callow
You say you wanted me then
When I would just nod and follow.

But every girl finds their juncture
When the crimson river divides
From tender to being impervious
From lamb to become an adult.

This is my coming of age
Now that I’m all grown-up
Don’t you like the way I have bloomed?
Don’t you like now that I’m blossomed?

There’s no need to have my drink spiked
If I was to count all of your strikes
You’d have no chance, baby
I would’ve strangled you long ago.

I mean,
Why would a soldier be stripped off his stripes?
Why would you eat on a fruit that’s not ripe?
Baby, time is essence…
Trust me.
For when you sink your teeth into this apple
Hope you don’t choke.

You want me dark
You want me spreading decay, my darling
You want me dark
You like me wreaking havoc, sweet thing.

Undeniably Undependable

A stingy sensation on the pit of my stomach
Laying there are broken dreams and dead butterflies
When an intention breaks into such a remark
You become the judging eye of who truths and who lies.

Lifted up from the remains of what was once alive
Walked away from the traces of what was once conceived
If I knew that you would’ve taken me for such a ride
I never would’ve stepped foot on that shelter where you lived.

Hard to envision anything any other way
When your wine is strong, with a bitter sense of convolution
Any lap dog would find it easy, to go stray
If they knew the true intentions of your so called revolution.

A peculiar sensation in the back of my mind
Sitting here with such familiar features of things I doubt
What could develop here, what could be left behind
Whatever trail I follow that will for sure become my route.

Leaped from under the fire and all of the debris
I crawled away from the crumbled pieces of my palace
If I knew that past beyond “forever” you would flee
I never would’ve exchanged my heart for this lack of solace.

Hard to position you in any other place
When your rope seems strong, but breaks from its fine line
Any beggar would want to witness your grace
If in their very naivety they didn’t conceive that you are lying.

Walking straight, with my breast held high up
If you need to say something here, you might as well cough it up
‘Cause once I take flight, I won’t be looking back for signs of life
‘Cause I’ve witnessed all you have to offer and it’s all in bitter strife.

You’re undeniably undependable
A plugged-in toaster unexpectedly thrown at my water filled tub
My dignity is certainly not negotiable
And the blood stain you’ve left in my heart is one you cannot scrub.

A new Amanda White poem

To New Wonders

Drifting away
By the faintest of winds
You’re a sway
Mesmerized by signs
You see at the distance
As acts of God
A divine augury
A silent thunder voice
Pulling you in
And out into the wilderness
Where your breed exists
Or so you think
When they wave their flags
And shake their asses
In such a patrimony way
The kind you like
When thinking of going astray.

Did they embrace you
With arms wide open?
Did they look at you
Like “Here comes another
Fugitive hiding from the forces
Which has driven it to this place;
Now he carries strange fire with him”?

When you bet your all to new wonders
You end up with owing more than you can ever bargain
When your head gets lost and starts to wander
Sometimes it leads you to places that you should refrain.

Swaying away
By the faintest of breezes
Somewhere out there
Mesmerized by lights
You see at the distance
As calls from God
A heavenly omen
An exclusive holy whisper
Pulling you in
And out into the unfamiliar
Where your “family” breeds
Or so you think
When they flutter their banners
And wiggle their asses
In such a patrimony way
The kind you like
When thinking of going astray.

Did they welcome you
With smiles in their faces?
Did they look at you
Like “Here comes another
Derelict hiding from the forces
Which has driven it to this place;
Now he carries foreign disease with him”?

When you bet your all to new wonders
You end up with owning more than you can ever bargain
When your head gets lost and starts to wander
Sometimes it leads you to places that you should refrain.

How long would you stay this time around?
I hope you do until you find your own comfort
Soon I’ll be seeing you with long face and luggage
With an excuse on how you grew bored of them.

Well, you bet it all to these new wonders
You ended up owing more that you could ever bargain
So your head got lost and started to wander
And so it led you to a place that you should’ve refrained.

This is a picture I drew and painted

Phronemophobic Girl

“Come sit next to me
And tell me a bedtime story
One that helps me sleep, serenely
Spare the gory details
I don’t want it to be scary
You know, some ghosts
They tend to haunt me permanently.

Cause when tomorrow comes
And you walk out that door
Then I’ll be here all alone
Sitting on the floor, waiting by the phone
Cause when I’m left alone
I’m left alone with all my fears
And I try to keep, I try to stay strong
But some of these monsters become real.

So when you arrive from work
Will you be ready to hear me out?
When you come in through that door
Will you be willing to hold me still?

If I tell you all of my feelings
Would you be willing to listen?
If I tell you all how it was
Would you help me deal with them?

Maybe together we’ll find the cause.

I know it’s best not to speak of this at dinner
Or while you’re kicking off your shoes and stretching out
Do you think we could address it, maybe after?
There a few things I wish we could talk about.

Do you think you can? Would you be able?
Or would it be best not to speak about at all?
Would it be good just to keep it under the table?
And like scraps of our lives feed them to the dogs.

If I tell you how I am feeling
Would you be willing to listen?
If I tell you all how it was
Would you help me deal with them?

Maybe together we’ll find the cause.

Cause when I open up
I’m left with these tangling pieces
The shell I wear begins to erupt
And the fear in me increases.

So when you come to bed with me
And start reading me that story
Spare the parts that might seem scary
They might haunt me permanently.

Cause after tomorrow
When you walk out that door
To drive off to your work
I’ll be here all alone
With all these shadowy crippling fears
And though I’m trying to keep strong
Some of these monsters become real.”

From a point of view of a woman.
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Spherical Confinement

Call him Mr. Freeze
For his hands have frozen me
Shelving me like an ice statue
In his crystal clear snow globe.

I’m his tiny porcelain ballerina
Restrained in this spherical confinement.

He stares in any time he can
Holds onto my miniature world
Shaking it unduly up and down
As glitter and dust fall all over me.

He turns the key to the very end
Watching me dance to his euphonious tune.

So turn me around and turn me in
I’m not sure where it’d end but where it begins.

Place me right on the desk in your office
Or hide me somewhere in your private room
While your assistant is serving you coffee
Or when your wife is dusting with her broom.

I’m his tiny porcelain ballerina
Restrained in this spherical confinement.

He turns the key to the very end
Watching me dance to his euphonious tune.

So turn me around and turn me in
I’m not sure where it’d end but where it begins.

Another poem under the name “Amanda White”.

Sterling and Merrill

Father, master of your own well set settled rules
If you ever leave mother,
Are you are gonna bring your lover for us to meet?
Cause, in the stories I’ve read, in the life that I’ve lived
Boys never stay, sometimes even if they become men.

Father, bringer of wealth and order to this family
If you ever choose to leave,
Would you tell us the reasons why or simply keep silent?
For us to imagine why you haven’t come home for awhile
Feel the echo of your absence and gradually internalize it.

One needs to do
What one needs to do
In order to be happy
One needs to do
What it needs to be done
In order to achieve greatness.

Mother, plaster of glue that keeps all of our pieces together
If you ever leave in order,
To pursue the suspended dreams that you left behind,
To take care of us, would you please first warn us?
Or give us a hint that we’re being too much of a struggle.

Mother, giver of life, hence my own birth
If you ever choose to run away,
Get a flight to Hawaii and for the rest of your days to stay
Would you first write a guide for us to grow ever stronger?
You’ve always been the glue, but we’re certainly not rubber.

One needs to do
What one needs to do
In order to be happy
One needs to do
What it needs to be done
In order to achieve greatness.

At the end of the barrel
There’s nothing to be hoped
Come Sterling and Merrill
Come show us what you’re made of.