http://lifeasyoudream.blogspot.com/2012/03/one-year-yesterday.html
Here's a link to Skittles's tribute, a poem I posted on LAYD. Enjoy.
-Amy
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Ballad in the Evening
Where, oh where, has my ladylove gone?
Where, oh where, can she be?
With her face cut short, and her hair cut long,
Oh where, oh where, can she be?
Why, oh why, has my ladylove gone?
Why, oh why, did she leave?
With her rope sliced clean, and her blood everywhere,
Oh why, oh why, did she leave?
How, oh how, has my ladylove gone?
How, oh how, did she flee?
With her disfigured face, and her raw beaten skin,
Oh how, oh how did she flee?
To whom, to whom, has my ladylove gone?
To whom, to whom, can she see?
With her gouged-out eyes she can't get very far,
With whom, with whom, can she be?
3/27/2012
Where, oh where, can she be?
With her face cut short, and her hair cut long,
Oh where, oh where, can she be?
Why, oh why, has my ladylove gone?
Why, oh why, did she leave?
With her rope sliced clean, and her blood everywhere,
Oh why, oh why, did she leave?
How, oh how, has my ladylove gone?
How, oh how, did she flee?
With her disfigured face, and her raw beaten skin,
Oh how, oh how did she flee?
To whom, to whom, has my ladylove gone?
To whom, to whom, can she see?
With her gouged-out eyes she can't get very far,
With whom, with whom, can she be?
3/27/2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
The Peace of Death
"Pax Mortis"
The peace of death is swift I hear;
You slip away as folks around you jeer
And laugh at your cause.
The peace of death is cruel I know;
Your predator leaves your flesh in the snow
To be devoured by sour scavengers.
The peace of death is sweet I feel;
You resent your life and so are peeled
Away from it by a kind soul.
The peace of death is relief I think;
The earth is really full of a stink,
Perhaps it's the first realm of Hell?
The end of life is death I hear;
No more lies, no more fear.
The release from an empty world.
3/22/2012
-Amy
The peace of death is swift I hear;
You slip away as folks around you jeer
And laugh at your cause.
The peace of death is cruel I know;
Your predator leaves your flesh in the snow
To be devoured by sour scavengers.
The peace of death is sweet I feel;
You resent your life and so are peeled
Away from it by a kind soul.
The peace of death is relief I think;
The earth is really full of a stink,
Perhaps it's the first realm of Hell?
The end of life is death I hear;
No more lies, no more fear.
The release from an empty world.
3/22/2012
-Amy
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
My friends, the voices in my head.
"The Voices"
The voices in my hair
Always leave me with despair.
Where'd they come from?
Why're they here?
They stay brief
Then disappear
The first voice was a fry;
High and squeaky like a fly.
Does he need me?
Is he scared?
Nah, call him back
I wouldn't dare.
The second was a man;
A voice so firm, like big, strong hands.
Why's he calling?
Do I know him?
Perhaps I'm needed
On his whim.
The third voice was evil;
Quite a personality upheaval.
What does it want?
What can this mean?
A demon's paging me;
His soul unclean.
These three friends I have
Caused me wounds that needed a salve.
They haunt my days
And sleepless nights,
Sometimes after
I have huge fights.
These voices I hear
Are driving me mad,
But maybe their company
Is not quite so bad.
3/20/2012
The voices in my hair
Always leave me with despair.
Where'd they come from?
Why're they here?
They stay brief
Then disappear
The first voice was a fry;
High and squeaky like a fly.
Does he need me?
Is he scared?
Nah, call him back
I wouldn't dare.
The second was a man;
A voice so firm, like big, strong hands.
Why's he calling?
Do I know him?
Perhaps I'm needed
On his whim.
The third voice was evil;
Quite a personality upheaval.
What does it want?
What can this mean?
A demon's paging me;
His soul unclean.
These three friends I have
Caused me wounds that needed a salve.
They haunt my days
And sleepless nights,
Sometimes after
I have huge fights.
These voices I hear
Are driving me mad,
But maybe their company
Is not quite so bad.
3/20/2012
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