Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

I don’t know what the future holds but one thing is for sure I’ll keep on writing. This one is from Amanda White

Archipelago

Category and distance
Those are the rules of being polite
I’ve never met anybody
Quite as honest, as harsh as you.

You shine like a star
You are burning
You’re hot like lava
And I’m melting.

This is building a bridge
To places I’ve never wanted to go in me
I know we wanted to turn our islands
Into a sweet paradise, into a big archipelago.

But you’re ticking on like a time bomb
And I’m the putting up the hours
There’s no switch to turn the senses off
So the sweet is turning sour.

Residues of an apparent lifetime
Like ghosts of an abandoned habitat
We could’ve been so kind
But instead we only brought the bad.

You shined like a star
You were burning
You were hot like lava
Until you melted in.

And the house we were edifying
Didn’t have a strong foundation to withstand it
And now it’s time to close down that door
And in all sadness, leave you right behind it.

Cause you came like a match reaching me
And I’m a jasmine scented fuel tank
And with your fire, I burned and burned good
So now I cannot allow myself to keep on corroding.

So it’s time for our souls to take sail
As our hearts, hopes and dreams to sink
I’m now deciding for our winnings and fails
And you can think whatever you wish to think

But its time…
It’s time to be formal
It’s time to be strangers
Back to gaps and silence bits
Back to feeling somehow unfit.

Time will help me forget about all the wounds
Time will help me forget all about you
Time will only tell if we will remain friends
Or if inside my pain I’ll whisper “screw you.”

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Humbled


Humbled

Have you ever been humbled?

Humiliated?

I don’t think you’ve ever been down to earth

To think about others than yourself

When wealth is in the way

Have you ever been afraid to lose everything?

And be homeless?

I don’t think you’ve ever experienced humility

Humbled…

You’re not humble

But proud in your selfishness

Telling yourself you’re doing great for others

Just to feel good about yourself

That’s not being humble

Or being humbled

I don’t think you’ve ever experienced

the pain of others without feeling it about yourself

Can you relate without being the victim?

Do you understand the difference?

I don’t think you’re humble…

You’re in great need of being humbled…

Consciously humiliated.

A Motion Cycle’s The Resolution. The order in which the poems should be read. These poems will appear in a poetry e-book I’m writing titled “Fishing for Sirens”.

The Fisherman
The Resolution
The Divine
The Antagonistic
The Needy
Fated for Catastrophe
The Veil
The Logical Sense of the Granted
The Pretender
The Wounded
Aphorismos
Finding Work in Idle Hands
The Executioner
Agean Chain
The Invisible
Elysium

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.

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.