| Introspection .....truths of the looking glass |
| I write in metaphor and call it truth. I see life through the tiger's eye and retell it as prose. I lay before you my soul and that of humanity. I offer you my words, interpret them as you will. |
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| Cheesy, Sappy Love Poem Because you accept me as I am-imperfect Because you touch me softly Because you know what I need Because you understand Because you love passionately, blindly, unconditionally Because you're not afraid to show your hurt or to see mine Because you love me in spite of everything I've ever done, I've ever felt, I've ever known Because you listen when I need to talk, and you talk when I need to listen Because you feel the same things I feel Because your laugh lights your whole face and mine Because this is undenyable Because of who we are Because we fit ....just because Copyright �2001 Amanda Merrifield |
| Schism I think of you sitting there alone, nothing but the ghosts to keep you company. My heart breaks. Memories of wounds to deep to heal rage inside your head, warring with your good intentions. I watch you growing weaker as each day passes breathless. Tears track my cheeks. You struggle for purchase, something to stop the decent. The foundation is weak, the roots shallow. Each grasp is tentative, respite temporary. I cannot look, I cannot look away. I reach for you, one last reprieve. Your eyes lock on mine, screaming your fire into me. We are wed-nose to nose, toe to toe, soul to soul. We are one. We are alone. Copyright �2001 Amanda Merrifield |
| Scales Swirling in a sea of gray suggesting colors that cannot be but swim in my eyes and my mind distorting all I see. Confusion. Colors adding depth to the blacks and whites and grays surrounding me. Starbursts of suns and moons geometrically incorrect and perfectly proportioned, satisfying the palate of my soul with burning clarity. Starkness. Abandonment. Lost in the mists. Something ahead but out of reach, out of sight and the boundaries of a world in chains. Angels and devils dancing in the morning mist under a flickering street light at the corner between heaven and hell. Round and round, floating on laughter and screams and ghosts of the past in a game that is life itself while death watches from a doorway, longing to be a part but unwilling to upset the balance that suspends friends and enemies and lovers in an eternal struggle for peace ofmind and the search for salvation. Snakes beneath and birds above. Vampires lurking behind the windows of closed shops, laughing with the knowledge of things that can only be seen by the blind, things that are in the heart and of the blood, truths of the human condition that hold the power to thrust the lot into chaos, taking away the hidden colors and the peace of angels and devils swirling together as one under a lonely street light in the morning mist. Copyright (c)2001 Amanda Merrifield |
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