Browsing Archive: classes, 2010
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Monday, January 18, 2010,
In :
poetry
On evenings like these I think of you, wondering if this same song brought our thoughts together.... Shadows wait patiently, listening... Play for me... Would you play to me by candlelight, open a window, let night drift in, blending with your haunt? A breeze escapes, teasing my hair. Would you rush a fever to pitch, fingers roam down my spine, and oh, to hear me moan? Key to the scream, and yes, now I understand.. understand that you play for the dead, and I am the only one that can hear your music. Black... Continue reading ...
New Moon
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Monday, January 18, 2010,
In :
poetry
The rain still comes down, but the sun sparkles, turning my life to colors.
My life is being celebrated, but with one drop of blood, a feeding frenzy is born. A love that hinder, flows, goes into hiding.
His ghost returns, a warning of my own rush. I must see death for him to return.
Blankets of night hold me, strangling into another mare.
He courses through my veins, leaving me with nothing, and so I jump, emptying myself into his mouth, ressurected by a howl.
He chases my demons away, forgetting why... Continue reading ...
Why
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Monday, January 18, 2010,
In :
poetry
We met upon typed words, fate, could be. I spilled my life into your hands, but did you cup it securely enough? I seeped down within my own voices, finding a life of their own. I know I hurt you, yet I still mock you behind your back? I haven't been a good friend... You arrogant ass, do you really think you understand me? I twiddle my thumbs, one stuck up my ass wondering when if this going to end. I course through my own veins wanting to die, finally finding peace. And humpty dumpty fell off the wall..... Continue reading ...
Gaga
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Monday, January 18, 2010,
In :
poetry
Out of my white coffin I dance... Mask on my face, but I can see your lewd... Big eyes staring out of the tub, and so my fingers swim. Diamonds still, and so I stand to reflect. The earth around me, silvering entrapment. Red drapes me, and so I become your private curtain. You sold my soul, you worthless spit! The fires of hell take your sleep, and you got what you deserved! Continue reading ...
Play
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Monday, January 18, 2010,
In :
poetry
I feel you watching my words as they glide down, please don't fall, I won't catch you... I want your obsess, but please don't be needy, momma doesn't like it. Swing me, can you play? Watch my legs dangle in nights mouth, and then I disappear. Oh, but please come and find me... here kitty kitty...can I lick your bowl? I dream of darkened moonlight, trails my flesh as you cannot touch. Who am I... Many and no one you will ever know again. Do you think of my poems and wish I would create you? I can make you ble... Continue reading ...
Doll House
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Monday, January 18, 2010,
In :
poetry
Come, be my guest for today.... Be my miniature....
I'll make you do what I want, and you will obey with your doll eyes.
Don't look so innocent, I made you have sex today.
I felt your molded hard-on, and you wanted Miss Perfect.
What shall I dress you in today as my fingers caress your chisel?
Hush little baby don't say a word.... I know you felt my eyes watching you, for I am the glue.
Let's play a game, let me be your drama. What story shall we be today?
Who's lips will you taste as you imagine mine?... Continue reading ...
Restless
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Monday, January 18, 2010,
In :
poetry
Sweat stains my flesh, fingertips drawing, I am the design.
Sheets tangle between my legs, like I wish your tongue would.
I take a breath and I smell you... oh, you fill me like timless tunes.
I need to snap my fingers, to hear sound, to drench in your laughter...
I feel moody, come and be in my play.. I wet my lips, can you feel me dip?
I wonder from one end of you to the other, is there ever a close?
I am chaped, you raw me. I canopy pace, am I abnormal?
I feel cold, goosepimples play connect-the-dots...... Continue reading ...
Madness
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Monday, January 18, 2010,
In :
poetry
You are one crazy bitch! Babbling your tongue over the same serpent. Don't you know I make fun of your madness, the drool that runs to get away from you.
Shut the hell up! The mirror even wants to run away from you...those dancing pupils.
Shaking your ass, oh, so cute, I just want to gag!
The Queen looking down on her peasants, your nose not even a ladder.
Your birth can't even stand you, and so a gun waits for you.
Clothes standing in a closet wanting to hide from you, and even they pray for escape.
Your br... Continue reading ...
Broken
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Monday, January 18, 2010,
In :
poetry
You sit in silence, death upon your hat. A breeze dares to disturb you. Pasteur holds all the graves, even the child long young. Trees hold carcasses, their lovely limbs drooping for one touch. I wonder how many souls have you seen, and what now occupies you. Mows now wonder your abode, births now inhabit. The seasons drift across your eyes, and now you sleep, parts of your strewn, death now waking... Continue reading ...
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About Me
I've been dabbling in writing since I was about 16/17, but really
started exploring my darker alter ego when I was about twenty, and
so that style of writing stuck with me. I am married and have a daughter.
I love sharing my work with others and getting reviews on what people
think and their insights. I love taking pictures of nature, watching movies,
especially horror, reading, and spending time with family and friends.
I wanted to make this blog so I could keep up with my work and if
someone happens to come across it, then I hope I make make someone think
outside the box, make someone feel, that is important to me as a writer.
This is my soul, and like my own personal quote....our words know us better
than we know ourselves.
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