| Amythist Marie |
| Poetry |
| The stage is my home familiar now. So foreign then. I live there now I was afraid then. What if they don't like me? What if they don't care? Why do they really matter? None of this is fair I'll say it again I am afraid I fear the people I pretend not to care The manager's calling It's time to appear My fears put aside When I'm on stage they dissappear. |
| My heart is a stage The players are here, My friends and enemies gather near. Which are which? Who is who? How do I see? How can this be? Not quite alone, Never quite alone, Never together. The players leave, The stage is still. The silence deep, Will they come back? |
| He stayed for a while, He became my friend, My life, My confidant. We laughed, Shared secrets, But then had to go. I know now he had to, But I still miss him so. |
| It's been so long I thought it dead. It be better that way Once more dead. I depend on it now, I can't let it be dead. |
| Reflections on the night How oftern is it that I lie in th dark. and think thoughts of love, of life, of hate, of sorrow. There is never silence I'm never truly alnoe. How I wish that I was. Then they leave, Those silly people. Who come to my mind to laugh, and cry, to sing, and love. Only when they leave Do I realize i need them, their talk, their silly noise. Without it I am truly alone. |
| Light and tranquil Dark and stormy. kind bountiful vicious hateful All of these things and so many more. it is a hider of the secrets, the riches, the dreams. It can calm, or it can excite. It is the ocean, and how i wish to be near, to hear the waves, to see the birds, to feel the wind. It is a goddess. It is a deamon. It is all that it needs. It facinates and at times it frightens it is life for many beings. |