Really Bad Lesbian Poetry

my song

amandzing — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 08:17:25 +0000

my lady, my lovely
I write you a song
and it comes so easy
keyboard in my hand
fingers moving rhythmically
no need to look down or at the screen
my heart is emptying
and you are filling it
can you hear this
hear the words floating out of me,
finding their own wings
butterflies
making the room spin
careful of the clichés
colour
oh my lovely
how you inspire greatness
and i wonder if you know it
and i type
fingers moving
this subtle song
without a chorus
can you feel this
eyes closed i dance with you
swaying to the flow
you in a dress
white
and me in a suit
black
like a chessboard in a truce
my heart adds a beat
your cheek is so close to mine
i feel your warmth
how happy can this song be
so happy
that is cant be real
so happy
that i know its a dream
so happy
happiness like this
never exists, for me.

frankie

waiter there’s a fly in my soup

amandzing — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 04:09:23 +0000

im alone
in the restaurant of eternal damnedness
it came recommended
highly

i like stand up comedy
not being stood up
maybe they got the print wrong in the lonely hearts column
damned editors with high blood pressures.

ill have the wine
red
dry
thanks

“and will you be dining alone?”
hmmm…lets see, no get me a pina colada
my other personality likes things fruity.

the redhead arrives and i drink from her bosom generously
dark, sensual with a twist of frankly i dont give a fck.
the way i like it.

iLL have the soup
danke schon mein liebe

music arrives
the violin player
pouring some fckin tabasco on my licked wounds
yes yes… lovely now fck off

the soup
the chicken noodle
soup

“waiter” i mumble
“yes madam?”
there is a fly in my soup

No no…please accept with our commiserations

the redhead winks as i grabble for her comforts
who said nothing in life was for free.

Tainted

sister

amandzing — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 03:07:43 +0000

sister…
can i cry here, now, infront of you?
will it make my growth less?
will it take away from the strength i got yesterday.
im trying so hard to be a big girl,
but sometimes little girl moments
crawl in.

sister
im drunk again
does it make my tears less important?
does it make my scars less jaggered?
will you actually believe me
if i say i tried,
and i will try harder?

sister
there are things here
things that consume me
things that rip me off track
things that dont give a damn
of where im wishing to go.

sister
this is breaking my heart!
does saying that
make me the weakling once again?
well, I am the last born
maybe only the rain knows im not
as solid as you.

sister
do you see my make-up runing?
does it look cool? all gothic and *&^$#@?
sorry i dissapointed you again
with my flash display of emmotion.
i sometimes forget
that it’s just not done in polite company.

sister…
are you really my sister?
or did they just tell us that you are?

mortal

Your edge

amandzing — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 21:39:25 +0000

Your edge scares me;

when sharpened with anger,

how do things get so muddled,

we slice ourselves into the confusion.

The puppy needs food, water and shelter

a few jabs too,

what is the smile of its tail-

worth to you?

Your edge excites me;

when serrated with laughter.

spectator of your eyes, tell me your story?

You watch mine too, and say; sad.

They too have their own story.

I say; look, I am the moon

You say no, you see the sun.

I point to the stars, they light only in dark

See, there is no day without night.

It weakens me – the sound of my name,

a Van Gogh on your lips

there sits an echo – in my ear

and placed against me, the cool edge sharpened and serrated

profusely, I begin to bleed.

Goldwhispers

The Light Between Us

amandzing — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 04:01:54 +0000

The Light Between Us
The Light between us
Touched, brushed
Turn around to look

And you have not even entered the room

The spark
Is held in my soul
And I feel your aura
Embrace

You are a trail of mist
Leave your dew

Embrace me
Touch me
Before I expire in the sweet longing

Rivergoddess

sweet dreams are made of these?

amandzing — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 20:15:25 +0000

do you dream in colour
in the boxland of dreams
do you run free
of hate, lust, deception
and lie next to the river of boundless truth
do you see yourself in the mirrored water
hair flowing free
with daisies locked in the locks
locked behind closed eyes and lids

do you run barefoot in the grass in your head
and sing and twirl
a place where the monsters come and chase you
till you scream and cry and claw and die
only to be rescued by the fairytale princess
with the magic wand

do you dream in colour when you betray your wife
and turn into a goblin
and sell golden dust

do you dream
at all
at night

Tainted

dont speak

amandzing — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 04:26:25 +0000

dont speak
she sings
i know just what you saying
so please stop explaining

and i dont want to hear it
the words
the tired old tune
running barefoot in the field in my head

i want to carry on painting my picture
in seventh heaven bliss
where the real world is obscured by my canvass
and the music is dark goth
and i prance around in pink and black frilly things
just being me

instead i have to be here and listen to the silly empty words of how today can be the first day of my life
leave me alone
to paint and prance
and yell inside my head
2moro will drift past and ill jump on the rollercoaster again
and ride with you into the sunset

but for today
my heart bleeds on the canvass
i am mad and tired
and confused and just weird in my head

Tainted

butterfly

amandzing — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 01:39:06 +0000

butterfly
its fading
your smell..amongst the scents of a Taipei morning
lost
the moment
i shouldve left the car
but the sun got caught in your hair
bright red
nothing else mattered
no tomorrow

morals faded
my face in your hands
for that moment i was yours
completely
your voice broke my heart
as i found your hands
resembling mine
too much to bear
so
dont forget us
but dont hold on
butterflies cant
be framed and dried
so fly angel
fly
~Dahmer

headlong into wall

amandzing — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 09:07:40 +0000

ephemironic
power headlong into wall
fresh stitches where the wounds were grave
their fingernails tore through my skin and
into heart I cannot block the blows that fall
too busy brunching with the enemy power headlong
into wall new scars will liven up my soul
with holes just like an antique sieve where
love escapes into the air and patience
trickles as if I retain the peace of mind
that wont belong inside me once I turn and
walk away power headlong into wall a subtle
ending to this fall with complex twists
just like a song by Rodrigues or Elton John
which has been copied from my head and pasted
in a bank account to fill a void for someone
else a stranger who has bled me dry power
headlong into wall there is nobody else to
call my batteries have just run out and
no-one sells them anymore power headlong
into wall
~tartanspacejane

the myth of jackie

amandzing — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 08:21:10 +0000

the myth of jackie
the green grass and fat trees and your sad drunk eye on me
how we pass in flashes
the burning snapshots in my backrooms
and the unbearably thick smoke
hiding my sluggish heart
how seductive they are those strings of smoke
like endless printouts reflected in my shifting eyes
tracing you as if i could really see you that way
in the backlit outlines of a passion
a longing
funerals & tragedy
my myth in full view within that bulky snap of the shutter
doors opening light in
your brilliant shape burning through my screens
and that safety lock around your finger with its golden ray like a power current
into the backbone of my fear
my mechanical close-down shining beautifully and just and closing
us right down into the backwater of my dreams of green green grass and fat
full trees
and your soft beauty inside-out with your faraway sadness which
i want to revive and mend
if only i could trust my eyes and hands
to be gentle and sure on you
and not melt away in the din
in this poem
my face looking at itself
its own breathtaking myth of truth & beauty exposed and projected onto
itself
like a circular plot traced in its own ink
waiting for you to fill it conduct it
counter it

will you come
and who will you be?

~Blahnik