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Two friends.

One love.

Two different people,

Seeking one common object.

They hold him dear to their hearts,

but one must release their grasp.

He cannot love them both.

One must be stronger than the other.

Whomever comes out alive may keep him.

This is Fate's decision.

Amy Bohon, Only in Triumph

~1/21/09

more newness

"Memories are just word to you.

Plain as the paper on which your life story is written.

You are a mere character.

Just a figment of someone's imagination.

Your origin lies in the black ink of a leaking pen.

Without it, you are merely parchment.

Your life serves no purpose,

but to be read by thousands of people,

none with the help you seek for your escape.

Foolish shadow,

You will never be heard."

Amy Bohon, Pointless Hope, Worthless Dream

~1/21/09

new poetry - straight from the pencil

Daydreaming.

Seeing your face amidst the swirly, constantly changing clouds.

You are everywhere.

In my dreams,

In my nightmares,

In my heaven.

You are my knight in shining armor.

You are just a thought.

You are a dream when the sky is light.

Amy Bohon, Day Dream

~1/21/09

unreal.

Just thoughts.
Oblivious to everything but the eyes of my brain.
No one can see them.
No one can feel them.
No one.
Except me.
I went through the real pain in those false memories.
But no one else is aware of that.
~1/15/09
Amy Bohon, Continued Unrest

just.

I am from memories.
Memories of faith, and happiness, and life.
Memories.
That's all they are.
That's all they'll ever be.
Just Memories.
Nothing more.
~1/15/09
Amy Bohon, Dissatisfaction

thought about it

Faith is not something all people need, nor something all people desire. Faith is simply knowing what you believe, especially if no one agrees with you. Who can really prove that there are no real vampires? Faith is different from person to person. There is no definition that says what's true and what's bologna. That's why it's faith. That's why it's existant. To be worthy and trusted. Faith is none but a word. Simply.

~1/8/09
my outlook on faith

poem

"And out of nowhere, you see a light.
And without thinking, you start running.
Harder and faster, like you never have before.
So maybe you can outrun this light,
just abandon it forever,
and revel in all of your past memories,
trying franticlly to perserve them so they won't go away.
You don't want to grow up,
but too fast life is coming.
It is calling."
~Amy, Memories.
11/5/08

poem

“The sun was absent today.

The bitter cold hounds of the wind tore through my jacket with every hypothermic blast.

With each gust, I felt a little bit of color leave my face.

The sky was cramped with clouds, the promise of a later shower.

No.

These were not rain clouds at all.

Plus, the temperature was below freezing.

Mom would have to get home before the storm.

If not, she’d be trapped in dunes of snow.

With no rays to melt the icy whiteness, she would be doomed.

The sun was absent today.”

Amy Bohon, Sunless

12/1/08

poem

“If only he could see her again,

So he could touch her face,

Feel her warm breath on his skin,

Look into her deep, blue eyes,

Feel her in the flesh,

Instead of the dull mockery of a worn photograph.

If only they hadn’t gone out that night……..

If only it hadn’t been so dark………..

If only the car could have seen her running across the road………..

But it was to late.

She was gone.”

~Amy, Death View
11/19/08

thoughts. more. just.

He picked me off the stairs and sat me on the bench at his side. Though his skin was ice cold, I needn't pull away. Afterall, he was my vampire.

~1/8/09

quote

"What's the meaning of life, if not just to die?"

~me
1/8/09

poem

Through the clouds,

out in the clearing,

He caught my eyes,

his pale skin sparkling.

He told me of the danger,

of staying with him here.

He told me to go away,

watched as I fought back the tears.

He said he never meant to hurt me,

but I just had to go.

So I fought back his tight grasp,

and simply told him, "No."

He said, "Please, I'm begging;

I don't want you to die."

To that, I had no answer.

I simply said, "To leave you, would be suicide."

His response was silence.

So we both stayed in that clearing.

Our meadow.

Forever.

~1/5/09

info

Okay, so my mom and my friends think I'm going a little overboard in that I am completely obsessing to Twilight more than any series/book I've ever read before ever. So I'm trying to read a different series. I started The City of Ember last night. It's okay, but not nearly as good as Twilight. At least I can now get through a day without having (being forced by my delusional mind) to read at least a few pages of Twilight. So farewell, my fellow readers.

Amy
p.s. I am not permanently boycotting Twilight (I own all four books), but instead I'm just taking a break for a while. So do not worry. Thanks for all the support.

Rain falls steadily, and constantly, to the ground outside. The weather is in perfect harmony with my current mood. Depression. Lonliness. Longing for a cure for my incurable personality. Nothing inspires like the steady beats of raindrops falling to the ceiling. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, drip, drip, drip. Clouds are stirring just outside. Though through the darkness I cannot see them, I always have faith that they're there.

~Amy Bohon, Wetness
1/5/09

quote

"Higher authority comes naturally to you when you're a century-old hard skinned, cold-hearted killer."

~1/8/09

Intro

Welcome. This is my new blog, a sequel to my first blog, Boredomness = Randomness. In case ya'll don't remember me, my name is Amy. Previously I've been known as Darbi, but this is Amy's blog. I want the credit for my words. Therefore, I am the official author of this blog.

Anyway, this new blog of mine is my new blog of poetry/quotes that I have said. Some of the moods of my poems and such can be quite melancholy, which explains the dark interior of this blog. All poems are MINE and MINE ONLY. They all come from my 100% recycled journal of poetry/quotes that I have said. So please, do not steal. Thank you.

I hope you enjoy From The Heart!!
Amy