Friday, November 13, 2009

typed really quickly, but look past that to the actual meaning please, i don't think it's too hard to figure out.

I’m glad I told you
Don’t get me wrong
But I’ve just got to say
That I’m not sure what to do now

You seem to want to avoid the topic
Which is perfectly okay,
It’s just that I was hoping
We could discuss it further

You have to know that I’d never rush you
Or pressure you into anything
If you’re really not interested
You might want to tell me now
But I still won’t lose hope

After now, when you know about the basis of my life
You know more than anyone else knows
I want you to get to know me
See me as I really am
Is being like me really all that bad?

Please tell me soon
I hope u realize by this point
That this is not really a poem
This is just my way of saying things to you that I can’t directly.

Please understand
You mean a lot to me
More than you know
I’m sorry this is so odd for you
I can’t help who I am

You know what is left in my life
Nothing.
You are all that I have to care about anymore
PLEASE
Think it over
I’ll be waiting…

~Amy Bohon, Seriously, I’m waiting. No joke. This isn’t just temporary for me.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

New emotions, but what to do with them?

Gah-lee. I've been having MAJOR emotional problems lately. Bouts of depression, then ULTRA-HAPPINESS, then a little bit of insanity. It all gets mixed in there. What's a teen to do? I don't really know, but I guess that's 8th grade for ya.

~Amy/Ameh/Amehdilla/Amehdia/Woof/Seabiscuit/Seabie

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Nom.

nom, nom nom nom.
nom nom nom, nom nom.
nom.

~Amy Bohon, Nom.
11/08/09

Sunday, November 1, 2009

renovations

I haven't updated my blog since, well, since i made it. Because I haven't had anything to do with Twilight since winter of '08, i figure it's high time I change things a little around here. I doubt I'll be changing the layout or colour, but idk. Enjoy the new look!

~Amy

Secrets? Secrets. But Why?


How can I do this?
Keeping from you what I haven’t from others.
My world,
Where I keep myself and my secrets,
Seems to be growing even larger.

How I long to tell you.
I could, if you wanted me to.
You are so terribly close.
If I could just speak my mind, you’d know,
And I would no longer have to hide behind what couldn’t happen.

If only you could feel what I feel;
Know what I hold in my forsaken knowledge.
It seems to prove itself.

Even after these past two weeks,
Since I’ve proclaimed myself to my world,
I still need you.
That’s how I know this isn’t faux.
Oh God, what am I doing?
I just don’t want to be labeled a freak.

I give you countless hints.
Do you know, and just don’t want to tell me?
Or are you truly in the dark about all this?

I’m waiting for your answer.
Please don’t make me suffer.


~Amy Bohon, Secrets? Secrets. But Why?
11/1/09, 12:04 am