Amelia Murray Poems
|3.||What Night Brings||12/6/2013|
|9.||Your Words Are Lies||12/12/2013|
|11.||The Mixed Masquerade||1/15/2014|
|14.||Pieces Of Your Mirror||2/16/2014|
|16.||Where I Fit||2/23/2014|
|17.||Finding Your Own Identity||3/3/2014|
|18.||Only Route She Can'T Follow You In||3/3/2014|
|19.||How Love Is Rejected||3/2/2014|
|21.||When Tears Are Your Words||12/6/2013|
|24.||R.I.P Little Bow-Peep||2/25/2014|
R.I.P Little Bow-Peep
I felt like writing a poem about life
but then something else caught my eye
little Bow-Peep going far far astray.
No calls of help or sorrow are heard.
For little bow-peep had wandered away.
Now it comes to pass that a big ugly lizard,
found little Bow-Peep walking alone.
He stopped by the corner and gave her a grin,
not of affection but more of a win.
She popped up her head and gave a slight nod.
This is what happens on the streets after dark
The lizard perused little bow-peep
up the large hills and through the low rivers.
Past the big ...
What Night Brings
Ever wonder what is actually real.
What could be the reason we feel.
Why do we sometimes not understand
and what reason is there to always stay on land.
Have you ever thought about a world beyond our reach,
something that no one can teach.
A feeling as powerful as a lightning bolt
and as strong as the strongest volts.