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Stabby Imagery - all rights © Amanda Graham 2015
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"And it feels as though God has abandoned you … in a stark place."
An arrangement of pieces, choreography of accidental encounters each of which denied them a presence or indicated any possible progress.
I do not command, I obtain.
She'd belittled the Plath of me, that small measure which i yet adored; that then, became a tipping point in our conjectured inevitability.
the soil soul of
I'll make you quiet.
slicing through the young
I'll make you run.
driven to kneel
Our teeth chattering
at the chill of our grace
into deadly night shades.
air-curve silver quivering
black man shade
at the wheel of terrors
foreign throb engine
I'll make you deaf dumb and emptied.
claw you down
teeth to tender neck
you in sufferance
to my backgrounds
Could it entail any greater indifference?
nipple teased temperature
one sided suns
by shadow brickwork
and trash bin
Their smiles as glistening as the abdominal section's curve of a misted wasp.
I’ll make you numb.
He listens to what I have to say. I love that.
He listens to what I have to say. I follow him into the alley and quietly crush the air from his lungs.
i am conscious when i message
I won't surrenderI shake off the arms of the demons that are pulling me down
No I won't surrender and drown
I struggle to stand while their nails are digging deep in to my skin
Screaming loud just to block their poisonous whispers that hunt my mind
Looking around for the sunshine
Anything that can pull me out and help me escape those monsters that want to feed off my pain
As I wait my energy and strength begins to fade
I scream even louder but this time not to block the whispers but to cry for help
No I won't surrender and drown
Someone will come to hold me while I regain my strength back to fight and slay the evil demons
Minutes turn to months , time has weakened the hope I hold inside
There was no sunshine that killed away the darkness
There was no hands to pull me away from the dark hole
There was nothing but my echo screaming back at me
I don't want to surrender and drown
But no strength is left in me
And no one that cares enough to save me
I became a loom ... a work of wood and oils and flesh and pain ... I became words, woven together to impart myself, an offering of memory and love ... I became a crowd of voices longing for that final color that might complete ... I am Amanda here to open, here to pound loud and set you upon a journey ... |
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|Yes, I AM a gay American woman; and damn proud of that. I flirt shamelessly with females, males, and photos of kittens. Anyone who let’s that go to their heads (eyes.the.homophobic.female.artist) is not only stupid but arrogant.|