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Best Poems From
AMANDA SAVELEY
(December 29,1987)
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Crying's a Messy Business When Not Done Often Enough
Stinging eyes wrought forth with tears
Tightened throat where no air nears
Though my chest was heaving and my throat was sore
Twas a pain I'd borne ten times before
Reddened cheeks and inflamed eyes
Stuffy nose and muffled cries
Though my face was sad and my heart was tore
Twas a pain I'd borne ten times before
Beating myself for ignorance lost
Hating myself for innocence cost
Where once was light there is no more
Twas a pain I'd borne ten times before
Lost my faith and gained all doubt
Certain things I'd rather live without
Though to anyone else it would be hard to ignore
Twas a pain I'd borne ten times before
Amanda Saveley
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You're So Fake
You pose too much, my faux ex-friend
With your changing looks and pseudosmiles
And face that transforms with the fads
Like evanescent twilight...
Made of powdered sugar glitter bytes
You're so fake, my one-time friend
I think I barely knew you
I doubt I nearly liked you
Perhaps you were fooling me too
With your shining smile of pearly plastic
You make me sick, you girl of glass
Who's really nothing more than clear rhinestone
You fake diamond, you shine only under a sun you create with lightbulbs
Silicone tears do slowly descend your brittle painted porcelain face
And the thing that disgusts me most...
That drives me to complete insanity...
Is the fact...
I almost believed you.
Amanda Saveley
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Comparisons Are Overrated
The day is hot, but I'm cold inside
With all this I'm trying to hide
I'm calculating an equation
As to your recent evasion
No matter how I rearrange
Each factor, there is nothing strange
Just painfully plain the ending sum
No, I am not the Golden One
You do not favor me like her
It is my value you deter
I do not smile quite like she does
I don't hold on to what once was
I do not keep up with your books
I do not worry 'bout my looks
I cut my hair if it suits me
My hair's not long like hers, you see
My eyes are plain, much like my face
And though we both lack proper grace
She is much funnier than I
All I can seem to do is try
We both hold down our steady jobs
But somehow hers still comes on top
I hate her, hate her! Can't you see!
She's incomparable to me!
I'm smarter, I'm going somewhere
I'm just waiting for you to care
I'm trying hard to be the best
But it won't work; it's too much stress
Is it so bad to want a life
I work hard; I pay my tithe
I don't do things to make you shamed
I am hardly one to be blamed!
So as I sit here, wondering how
To make it through, I so avow
That someday I will make you see...
The one superior...not her...is me.
Amanda Saveley
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yeah, I know...
yeah, I know poets
before I started class, I knew
Poe, Dickenson, Shakespeare
but that didn't make me smart
what made me smart was what I learned IN class
all the poets I know now
Gregory Corso, Dominique Garay, Taylor Mali, Bradley Hathaway,
Bill Kloefkorn, Ted Kooser, Elizabeth Barret-Browning, Sylvia Plath,
Matt Mason, Sarah McKinstry-Brown, Margaret Atwood,
Dorothy Parker, Alexander Pope
more, I can't even remember
so yeah, I know poets
but it still doesn't make me smart
Amanda Saveley
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