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A Poem by Amy
the rose in my hand so fragile
being careful not to prick my fingers as I
marvel at the lightest pink I’ve ever seen
the bloom wide open ..
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A Poem by Amy
Little boy.
Innocent, naive.
Trusting and bold.
Full of absolute glee.
Asleep, precious.
Snoring, but precious
just the same.
Awake, so full of..
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A Poem by Amy
Candles.
Flickering in the moonlight
The breeze reminds me of a time
and I can't put my finger on it.
Waiting.
For someone I don't know
Not sure..
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A Poem by Amy
I’m sitting in my dreary hotel room in Podunk, Virginia.
I can never seem to get that thermostat under the window to blow the right temperature..
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A Poem by Amy
Come here little girl, I need to talk to you.
No, I need to talk AT you.
With our age gap, there’s probably not much of an exchange of meaning..
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A Story by Amy
After the sentence was read, the courtroom exploded with reporters calling their editors, or keys snapping on their laptops.Richard grabbed up his dau..
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A Poem by Amy
Staring at a blank page
waiting for emotion to bubble up.
Which one will come first?
Anger? Frustration? Joy?
I patiently wait for one to surface,..
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A Poem by Amy
Wrinkles. Tons of wrinkles...
Needing ironing.
I'm tired of ironing.
Exhausted from the constant
force of crashing waves.
Fighting, kicking, scre..
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A Poem by Amy
What does a boy know of love?
He knows not of loss,
or grief, or sorrow.
He can never feel the
ache of lonliness.
That place beyond solitude.
He..
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A Poem by Amy
sliding down the glass
the rain falls
into my eyes
my smile gets dampened
and my tears blur
the page before me
streaks with rage
from the smear..
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