Amy Marie Poems

Six months to live have I now –
In my fading white dress –
Of Innocence.
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The aloof Social Interaction
Keeps her chilly distance
As her most prized possession.
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Independence - My hand tapped -
Once beneath Moon Rise -
Smiled she - Conformity gone -
Twice before my eyes.
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Childhood
Paints her dying lips in cherry red
To conceal herself – Why?
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Like an alley
The street hides between
Trees of brown rattling leaves
In the daring depths of dark.
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Cheap and charming items
Settle on the numerous tables
Of my grandparents' customary yard sale.
Bugs visit them all on this hot but vital weekend.
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A spiral of baby yellow petals
Sunflower-like
Dawn-colored
Your middle uncrystallized eye
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I am empty -
A dead girl to feel rain.
Yo love red pain in my black sky -
And sour eyes tell fear from moon skin!
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The transparent unpopping bubble
Wraps itself inevitably

Around my colorful scented air.
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Femininity painted you on with
Sensuality's personal paints.
Sunset-colored
Evening-like
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