This Life. (poeTry)

by: a.paige

it isn’t black

or white.

or yellow.

or brown.

it is all of that.

it is gray.

it is pink.

and red.

and the sadness of a blue sky

on a cold winter day.

it is rich.

it is poor.

it is the comforting shade

in the scorching sun,

or the warmth of fire.

it is joy.

it is chaos.

it is the sparkle in a child’s eyes,

or the grief

behind your smile.

it is magic.

it is tragic.

creation and decay,

a cleansing rain,

or scorn.

it is birth pangs

it wakes,

and grows. and teaches.

or refuses

and walks asleep.

or plays dead.

or lies down dead.

or drops dead,

while consuming in between,

its appetite, keen.

it waxes and wanes.

it rises and falls.

a blessing and a curse.

an ebb and flow.

like the tide, this life.

In Good Company (poeTry)

by amica paige



Funny, this business of reputation is,
what tireless mental exertion it consists!
Endless weighing, forever peeping
adding, removing, and calculating
to ensure the company of the best societies
exhibiting just the finest qualities, or so it seems
on the surface at least.
In trying your best to avoid the basest--
those blatant banalities--such vulgar entities
you keep some at arms length,
less they tweet and mention your name,
thus making you vulnerable
to risky associations and immaterial organizations.
No, you don't want to be seen
by those similarly obsessed with,
or whose passions are devoted rather,
to this massive social scene.
But as followers, they're quite safe,
those mere entities attempting to connect,
Just don't reciprocate.
Or others will see
the associations you make.

Work (poeTry)

by amica paige



What do we work so hard for?
The attention we long for?
So what of rejection?
Do we get dejected
for not feeling accepted
that we endlessly engage
in great exertion
simply for
a fifteen minute retention
of our flighty attention
for each other?

I Kid You Not (poeTry)

by amica paige



Who am I kidding?Certainly not myself.

You? Definitely not.

You who'd fall for
anything you hear
and live by
the next person's standards,
especially if
they make your eyes glimmer
with blind admiration,
as they prance about
in their glittered clothes
while you watch in the distance
in obscurity.