On writing (poeTry)

by amica paige



sometimes it comes
enraptured in love, I
bear it--a child
so rich and free flowing

too often it pains
all efforts attempted
a monster to bore
ideas so meager

Hollowed Night (poeTry)

by amica paige
***My entry for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompts on Halloween



A turn too late
you should have heard
the news announced
of the fearsome death
which claimed the lives
of two, we're told--
an innocent one,
the other, old.
In cheery chants
both called, in trance
the witch of yore
and the candy man
on Halloween
near hallowed grounds
just a stretch away
from fiery sounds.
A shriek!--not far beyond.
Their tires went screech
when they heard the sound.
They were bound for home
in a nearby town
to trick-or-treat
when they heard the sound.
The young one whimpered,
Please let's go.
Just a second, child,
you are safe inside.
Just making sure
that no one's hurt,
Great-grandpa said
near the hallowed grounds.
As soon as he
swung out his door,
a thing swooped in
with an eerie sound.
Next a sudden Thug!--with a sweeping noise
then--Graanndpaaaaaa! screamed the child.
And just like that, he was taken. And the old man, gone just the same.
And an evil shrill pierced the hallowed night,
a fearsome evening called Halloween.
Some steps beyond
the hallowed grounds
is a little hut in a clearing.
Unusual things are strewn about
and scraps of cloth beside a cauldron.
And in that road
is an abandoned car
with bags of candy in it.
If you catch this now
but had made that turn,
don't stop for those
infernal sounds.
Don't check outside
if someone's hurt
but quicky pass the hallowed grounds.

Your only other option (poeTry)

by amica paige



life. why?
Why life?
Why, life?
be. Cause death is. your only other option.
So here. I am. Life.
Take my hand and thrive.

coffee, spaces, ellipsis. now what--lowercase?

blah. nothing. ellipsis...lots of it...to fill up space...instead of uhs. now what? what now? still nothing. more ellipsis...tons of it...to fill up space...instead of uhs. what now? now what? still nothing. this could go on and on. ellipsis...more of it...or is it them?--more of them...to fill up space...instead of uhs. and blanks. but you know, uhs might actually be better than blanks, or spaces. blanks or spaces...what to call the void... blanks, spaces, void... empty. nothing. what now? now what? coffee. good idea! why didn't i think of it first? you did. but you wanted to do this stream of consciousness writing thing. you've even forsaken the bathroom. okay. i cannot hurt my kidneys anymore than i might already have. so, i am now going to get up and step away from this, first to use the bathroom, next to get coffee. shouldn't it be the other way around?--coffee, then bathroom. everyone knows it's a diuretic. oh for cyring out loud!--bathroom, coffee, coffee, bathroom. what now, now what. really? tell you what--ellipsis. bathroom, coffee...coffee, bathroom, and so on and so forth... it will go on and on and on... happy now? good. it's all good. blahs, spaces, and ellipsis...bathroom and coffee...to fill the void. and lowercase. yes, and lowercase. it's all good.

Reflection. (poeTry)

by amica paige



I don't know what happened,
but I know how you feel.
Like looking in a mirror...
you're human.
And I am man.

Cliche. (poeTry)

by amica paige



I know it's such a cliche,
but if you knew tonight would be your last
just what would you do today?

Paint that picture.
Write that story.
Sing that song now.
You may just see the world singing along.

Dance!--to your heart's delight.
Love. Even if you think it insane.
Love anyway.
If not, it will all be over just the same.
You and I know it.
It'll all be over before we know it.
Yet we all know it,
though we choose to forget it.

So tell your story.
You may just see that the world has been listening all along.

Carpe Diem!

Thrive (song lyrics)

by amica paige

Words and art have a habit of dying in silence. They must be seen and heard.
They must be freed and shared.
I wrote these lyrics a few years ago and have tinkered with basic chords for it, as I love music.
But I'm still not a musician. Hopefully someday, I'd encounter a great musician who'd turn this into a song.

You've been stuck in your cocoon
Only stepping out in the moon
Watching and seeing you slide
But I'm still alive

Voices calling out in your head
Sanity's gone early to bed
Watching and waiting to fly
But you're still alive

Nothing to hide from
I'm out the door
while you slip...away

Nothing to live for
You're stuck to the floor
as i ride...away

When all's been said
and everything's been done
what else is left?
When all's been seen
taken with a grin
what is left behind?

To death, in red
A heart is bled, unsaid.
To dive, to thrive
A choice is made, unheard.

We are what's left behind - 2x
unread.
We are stories,
forever we're stories,
untold.