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Best Poems From
AMANDA SAVELEY
(December 29,1987)
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A Question In The Male Genetics
What is it...
About the Y chromosome?
I've always wondered...
Are these good-hearted, sweet-natured males of our species
Only dominated by their X chromosome?
Are they the X males?
(Don't say X men...that makes you retarded.)
Are they just ignorant of that gene that makes them...
Well...
An example to elaborate...
I have a friend who is not me
I have a friend others can see
She is pretty as can be
And to the truth she's quite lucky
She has a guy who loves her so
She has a man who won't let go
You see this guy he can't say no
He picks her up when she is low
And all these guys they love to stare
Ask her for pics in her underwear
She tries to pretend she don't care
But 'leave me be' is her only prayer
She tells me, tells me she knows it's bad
All this attention makes her sad
It's the wrong kind, but it's all she's had
And these past days, it's made her mad
Frustrated, angry, overstressed,
Overwhelmed, sad, and depressed
She's all confused and her life's messed
But underneath, she knows she's blessed
Because as everyone can tell
She loves a man who treats her well
He's more than words, that's why she fell
And all is gone that once was hell
So now it leads to wondering why...
What is it about this chromosome Y?
What makes the male act this way?
Is it genes, or something else?
I've always wondered...
Amanda Saveley
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Death of a Vital Organ
The rough thorns brush close,
Cutting deep within the confines of a guarded heart
Broken and bleeding
Hardening with each passing cold front
Until it thaws and is marred once again
Self-inflicted wounds do not heal as easy.
Yet the thorns wrap deeper,
Delving, cutting,
Marking reminders that each failure twists the vines
Tighter still until the heart cannot breathe
It cries out in sheer, unadulterated agony
Letting all the warmth seep out until there is nothing left
Nothing left to speed the ever-quickening current of crimson sorrow
Pouring forth like tears over skin
Soaking the vines
Feeding them the sustenance needed
To grow and strengthen
Covering the heart, guarding it,
Shielding against all intruders wishing to seek it
Until it is truly guarded
Frozen in time
Oblivious to the world around
Oblivious to its own pain
Its still raw lesions, its afflictions
That become infected, slowly bringing death to once vivid vessel
Self-inflicted wounds do not heal as easy.
Amanda Saveley
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Just a very insulting, very forward, open and honest, foot-in-mouth, ******* poem for ******
You dirty little
Double-sided,
Turncoat,
Inner ugly-faced,
Backstabbing,
Waste-of-space,
Brokedown,
Beat-up,
Poor lil ol' me
LIAR
You want me to believe half of half of half
(That's an eighth there, math witless) of what you say,
As if you've never lied,
And I've never lied,
And there's a preson in America who can speak who hasn't
Lied,
Stolen,
Cheated,
Whether it be
Taxes
Tests
Diets
Dates
And oh, how you've cheated
Putting on a,
'oh, not me, I'm innocent' face
Like no one knows what you do
Well,
I know what you do
And I'll never tell
Never tell...
Anyone who can keep a secret
So I might as well mirror it back to you
See how you like to hear it in someone else's words
My words
The words you swore on God's green Earth
And your grandmother's grave
And the heads of your inevitable offspring
And your nonexistant honor
And anything you could swear on}
Hell, you just swore
And were so caught up in trying to play off your lie
That you forgot every...little...secret
I ever told you
That you could now use against me
But since you never listened,
You're kinda screwed,
Aren't you?
Amanda Saveley
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Black Soul Ebay
I traded in my shining halo for a sharp tongue
Which leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
I loathe myself when I'm not trying.
I sent away my innocence
So that I could lash out in words
Each letter, pounding out the pain I feel
With every wound I inflict to the ego...
I'm punching you in the happy gland,
Stabbing you in the joy nodes,
And watching you bleed with blissful agony
I've done more damage here than any serial killer could.
For this will eat you alive like a poison,
This will tear you apart limb from limb,
This will shatter all your illusions
This will bring you truth
Maybe it's better this way,
Maybe it's better I show you the light
Maybe it's best to bring you out of the hole you've dug yourself,
But it's gonna get worse before it gets better.
My syllables so simple
Are directly to the point
And leave nothing to the imagination
Oh yes, this is going to be something new...
This is gonna hurt you
More than it hurts me.
Amanda Saveley
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