January 18, 2010
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 glass now looks back at me, and my face I see, tears collide, a diamond is formed, all is silent, and so I sing alone.
Posted by Amy Bumpas. Posted In : poetry
January 18, 2010
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...
Posted by Amy Bumpas. Posted In : poetry
January 18, 2010
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...
Posted by Amy Bumpas. Posted In : poetry
January 18, 2010
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...
Posted by Amy Bumpas. Posted In : poetry
January 18, 2010
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...
Posted by Amy Bumpas. Posted In : poetry
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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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