January 18, 2010
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?
I can make your wife disappear, the kids never
remember....
Let's go take a drive, or play in the pool
with our fake smiles.
I can make you walk out the door to never return,
it's all in my hands.
It would be a pity to see you die, and such a death
you could have.
Now I will put you to sleep alone, lights out, I will
be back tomorrow.....
Posted by Amy Bumpas. Posted In : poetry
January 18, 2010
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...
Posted by Amy Bumpas. Posted In : poetry
January 18, 2010
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...
Posted by Amy Bumpas. Posted In : poetry
January 18, 2010
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...
Posted by Amy Bumpas. Posted In : poetry
August 17, 2009
Mary had a little lamb, snow at her feet,
Joseph had his wise men who followed
the stars, ending in sin.
Those little doves rushing in, blessings are saying, FAKE!
Herding the flock in to praise upward...
The sky is my feast.
Brushing footprints that are no longer there.
Join us or thou shall go to Hell!
I would rather praise my own crops.
Weep thy tears and I will shed fur.
Come here little Red, I can fool you too.
I can reap my own blood as well as yours.
North,... Continue reading...
Posted by Amy Bumpas.
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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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