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Best Poems From
AMANDA SAVELEY
(December 29,1987)
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A strike of television-induced inspiration
***I started watching clips from The OC finale, and found the urge to write about it. Call me strange.***
I saw it,
Your face...
As the bottom of the car blew out like the inferno of hell,
Illuiminating your angelic features
Pale you are...
Life is no more.
Cosmopolitan smile that could be celestial-borne
No longer the corners of your mouth do turn,
Causing in me,
A stirring vacuum of hollow
You know you were beautiful
Golden tresses Samson envies
Eyes of cerulean
Deeper than oceans was your sorrow
And as sad as I am to see your life-force drained...
I'm almost glad you're dead.
Amanda Saveley
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All I Want
You lost me somehow
And I'm drifting amongst these faces I do not know
In this city where only names are familiar
And barely so
I want to connect again...
To be the unit I broke away from so desperately
I never thought I'd miss it
Until the time came...
Cohesion never seemed so impossible.
I wanted to break away, to be free,
But now,
All I want...
Is home.
If you believe it's in my soul,
I'd say all the words that I know,
Just to see if they would show,
That I'm trying to let you know,
That I'm better off on my own.
Amanda Saveley
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An interesting way to die
I want...
Need
To fix this.
Somehow...
To gain forgiveness...
I would scale a wall.
I'm suddenly feeling the azure-eyed hero of angst,
The only things separating us being physical appearance
And the fact that,
Instead of avoiding the phone,
I cling to it in simple desperation
(Okay, maybe not cling, but I'm definitely in close vicinity)
I never wait for calls.
I loathe the thing called the telephone.
In fact,
If I could communicate by shouting from my front lawn,
I'd do it!
But I can't.
Though I would.
I would shout my apology out
To the entire neighborhood
For blocks and blocks
Until my voice died
Or someone shoots me
I should be shot
Hanged for my crimes against love
Thrown off the highest balcony in the city
Which honestly isn't that high,
But it's definitely enough to kill me
Not in the way I deserve
But who's to choose?
I should be stabbed,
Slaughtered the way I'm sure I slaughtered you,
Tearing out your heart in brutal agony
All over things I just cannot say to you
I don't blame you for not returning my call
I wouldn't want to talk to me either
I wouldn't want to see me ever again
I would want to do to me what I did to you
Tenfold,
And without mercy
I should die for what I did
And I am dying
Sitting here,
Waiting for a call that may never come
A most appropriate sentence.
Amanda Saveley
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Angel, Manifested
Thank you girl, sweet girl, dear girl
For spreading your wings
But remaining grounded
For reaching for the stars
But keeping down-to-Earth
For knowing your boundaries
But aspiring to reach beyond them
For understanding your place in life
But knowing that someday, you will have more
For biding your time
And showing people that there is hope
For exposing your inner darkness
While lighting a candle for others
You are an inspiration
When I began to lose sight
When the world was too heavy
And nothing seemed right
When surrounded by distruction
And helpless depair
You were a reminder
That some people care
Though you're an ocean away
Someone I barely know
Through your beautiful words
You've shown me your soul
And though I be older
And on this earth longer
It's obvious to me
You are perhaps the one stronger
I've had more experiences
I've had more time
But the wisdom in your words
Are nothing but sublime
Yet your modesty prevails
And this is the thing inspires
When this modern day
Is full of arrogant liars
I will remember you
And the way you bare your heart
Hoping this is a lesson
That from me doesn't part
So whenever you think
That you are worth a bit less
Remember there's someone
Who thinks you're the best
Amanda Saveley
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