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A Year of Poetry by Amanda Paweska

THE NIGHT
The calling,
the voice pulls at me.
A word of plea
requesting the permission.
I fall; the sound of my name
echoed in my ears.

The eyes,
their glare locks me in.
Glaring innocently
a light of pure emotion.
I submit; your lies
a twisted take of foreplay.

The lips,
their touch entices me to stay.
Fuck with my body,
not my mind.
I beg; invade my flesh
but leave my heart intact.

The hands,
the feel makes me yours.
Caresses strong and soft,
touch more than skin.
I curse; loss of heat on me
but imprint left over me.

The night,
the cold kills me.
An empty void
left where you were.
I cry; frustration creeping in
as you slipped out.

01/04/04




IMBALANCE
Why is
a girl’s body
a promise?
His hands
swear nothing
as they touch,
yet her acceptance
is a bond.

What vow
did I make
with my mouth,
that I broke
with my lips?
Your kiss
was an offer
of nothing.

He takes
a free ride
in the carnival
of the carnal
But for her
the price
is too high
to pay.

You enjoy
the little game
of lips and hands
without effect
But for me
a label
is then given;
a brand.

01/14/04




THE INVISIBLE SCARS
Wake yourself
with hot tears
on cold pillows,
slipping from
the safety of a dream
into the danger
of forgotten reality.

The invisible scars
are all that’s felt.

The painful noise
of silence;
the suffocation
of solitude.

The invisible scars
are all that’s left.

Lose yourself
in soft sheets
on the cold night,
craving another
empty moment with them,
the false fulfilment
of imagined love.

01/14/04




TWILIGHT CONFESSIONS
When you leave
the cold snow
spills across my bed.
How can a bed
keep a heartbeat?
To fill
the empty space
and comfort
the abandoned girl.
How can a pillow
draw a breath?
To shine light
on the hidden dreams
of dark nights.
How does a sheet
hold an embrace?
To be watched
by the ominous eyes
of the lonely moon.
When you leave
cold death
spills across my bed.

01/14/04




IN THIS BED
Lay awake
thoughts of nights
long gone
drift by my mind,
fantasies to come
appear.

In this bed.

Weep openly
replaying the time
once had
start behind closed eyes,
images of you
flash.

Empty and too big.

Drift in
restless remembering
the sleepy touch
cover the body,
caress once had
felt.

Without you.

Dream live
delusions of you
the wanted
fill my nights,
false meanings
found.

In this bed
empty and too big
without you.

01/14/04




UNBOUND
Be unbound;
Let her love you,
Let yourself live.
When the walls fall
the trapped
is released,
the coveted
is realised.

Be unbound;
Free who she is,
Free your own life.
When the bonds break
the self
becomes,
the future
begins.

Be unbound;
Share in her,
Share what you feel.
When the repressed is felt
the head
is silenced,
the heart