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Best Poems From
AMANDA SAVELEY
(December 29,1987)
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A Perennial Declaration of Detatchment
Hands washed,
I've dragged myself through the dirt of shame,
The muck of pain
For the last time
Cleaned fingers pressed firmly on the reset button of my life
I will refuse you
My old sweater,
Long worn through longer winters,
Despite your bare threads and uselessness
Spring comes again
But ours is the bulb that will not come again,
Too frozen over to revive itself
Long neglected and left unprotected
Against frost that never thawed
By the sun that never rose
To cast the long shadows of our history along the pavement
Cracked deep from years of shared paths
But I will pave roads for myself
Far too narrow for you to come along
Or come before me again
Stay behind.
I do not require your hand
New-found warmth is mine alone
I cannot share the light of my new sun rising
Casting new shadows on my unturned garden,
The fresh soil of which
Your sandy sentiments can never touch nor taint
And my tears will never again
Refresh your thorns
They will not reach me
Your garden is dead.
Amanda Saveley
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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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A strike of television-induced inspiration
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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