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Newest Amanda White poem

Celeste

Aqua, where are you hiding?
The flame of love is looking for you?
It doesn’t need a counter-parting
For love is this life’s strongest glue.

Come back with us to the shore
Where the starlight sirens have grown legs
Never mind that thing at the bottom
We’ll lie there only we’ve come to rest.

A light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

Terra, where are you hiding?
Flora and fauna are here to greet you
The birds and the trees welcoming
No need to fear the taste of their fruit.

Come back with us to the center
Where the sunflowers have grown wings
Never mind that thing at the corner
We’ll lie there only if we’ve come to an end.

A light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

Ignis, I, I am not hiding
The Cosmos is calling us to become one with it again
Mother, Gaia, we your daughters
We’ve listened to your calling
And we are ready for the embrace.

Lead us, through your soft marrow
Pull us back to you with your umbilical cord
Take us from this world so cold and callow
Fill us with that wisdom, unknown, unexplored.

Your light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

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A new Amanda White poem

Black Hole

This place is getting haunted
By the skeletons in our closet
One more bone and it will explode
And the dirt in clothes will be exposed.

Hope your coffee is not getting cold
As the lines in my face are growing old
A mathematical problem we cannot escape
An “imperceptible” concept we have created.

Do your magic tricks, and make me smile
I’ll be reading my esoteric brochure for the while
Casting feelings off the flesh, off the bounds
Oh, so myriad, we’ve lost the count.

Oh, baby, we’re magnets for each other
Our statics is pulling us whole…

Our love is a black hole
Sucking us both in
Leaving us with nothing but
Our original sins.

This place is getting buried
Under the laundry we hid inside
One more piece and it will collapse
And the stain in our cups will come to shine.

Hope your tie is not too tight, love
As I keep hanging here by the end of my rope
A hypothetical problem we cannot solve
A congenital vein that only churned to dissolve.

Do that rabbit trick, and make me smile
I’ll be reciting these words in my “doxology” style
Delivering all of my feelings, out to the hounds
Oh, so myriad, we’ve lost the count.

Oh, baby, we’re magnets for each other
Our statics is pulling us whole…

Our love is a black hole
Sucking us both in
Leaving us with nothing but
Our original sins.

This is the moment we’ve come across
This is the line we simply came to cross
Should we’ve kept our doors under lock and key?
It seems like our nuclear particles have gotten the best of us.

Baby, our love is a black hole
Sucking us both in
Leaving us with nothing but
Our original sins.

A new Amanda White poem

Norma Shearer

You like me
You like me like candy
You want a taste of me, boy
You’ll have to wait in line
To have a drop of this wine
Cause my sweet red lips
Are not designed to kiss
On your covetous mouth
Yeah, things turn sour
When they go south
Babe, this is not your hour
This is not your time
My regrets to you
And that boosting in your pants.

Come on, cowboy
You see me as any Madame
From a western movie
I don’t need your rescuing
Don’t need your invitation
I want a man who would respect
My desires to stay at bay.

I’m not a morning person
But neither am I a lady of the night.

You like me
You like me like honey
You want a taste of me, boy
You’ll have to wait your turn
As your guts begin to churn
Cause my sweet ruby lips
Are not designed to kiss
On your esurient mouth
Yeah, things turn sour
When they go south
Babe, this is not your hour
This is not your time
My regrets to you
And that bulk up in your pants.

Come on, cowboy
You see me as any Madame
From a western movie
I don’t need your rescuing
Don’t need your invitation
I want a man who would respect
My desires to stay at bay.

I’m not a morning person
But neither am I a lady of the night.

Your x-ray eyes have never surprised me
We will never reprise what has never started to begin with
I’m not here in the hunt of young boys
But cannot help I’m an allurement for your hunger and your thirst.

New Amanda White poem.

MMM

Brand new
He promised me I’d be brand new
But how can I be
When since I can remember
They kept unwrapping me
Out for dessert
At lunch, and at dinner
And sometimes at breakfast
While everyone’s still asleep.

Here at the magical center
Where all of my flaws can be eradicated
Let me be hospitalized for awhile
Maybe then the Mister Master Medic
Can heal me from all of my bad feelings
Get rid of all the pain under my skin
And all the way around and inside
Just right where they injected all the bad seeds into my mind.

Used to
I’m so used to all you people looking at
As if it was my fault
Well, then, I can take it
I can take all of the stares
And the whispers
And all the rumors across
Here in my head, my heart
My soul and in my own house.

Here at the magical center
Where all of my bad self can be baptized
Let me go underwater for awhile
Maybe then the Mister Master Medic
Can heal me from all of my night terrors
Get rid of all the ache under my bones
And all the way around and inside
Just right where they injected all the bad seeds into my mind.

One day from a velvet girl
I’ll become a red head woman
One day this strawberry child
Will become ripe on her own merits.

Does it taste different, just a bit stale after a while?
Does the savor changes after being “sampled” for so long?
Oh, lover, how I wish I was in a brand new packaging?
Become the brand with a flavor that you’d enjoy the most.

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.

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.