The ramblings and photography of a genderfluid maniac and poet. Photography and poetry by Amanda Barnabe. 2004-
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Fifteen
No one knew the password,
I was just fifteen.
You said I could trust you,
and you’d watch over me.
All I remember was the summer,
writing you letters late at night.
I was wading through the river
of ten million shining lights.
I hid your picture safely,
in my pillow case.
So when the nightmares came
I’d feel protected by your grace.
All our prayers were suppose to be answered
and everything was supposed to be alright
Every breath that you would take
Would turn into my lullabies.
The summer wrapped around us
turning the world a kinder hue.
Starry skies and warm green grass,
fireflies were the innocence I knew.
Every single night was perfect,
You carried me away
one more ride with the gondolier,
bless me in the rain.
I still don’t understand
why without a reason you ran away.
I had just learned to fly again
and you turn my body into a cage.
No one knew the password,
I was just fifteen,
You said I could trust you,
and you’d watch over me.
Fever In and Fever Out
Fever in and fever out
tell me what it’s all about.
Chase me down a lover’s lane,
push me until there’s no more pain.
We’re all gods here on the floor.
Deep with thought and so much more.
Covered in dreams I’m still awake
safe and sound
there’s no escape.
I feel love hanging in the air
above the shame
your proud despair.
Razors, mirrors, lullabies
hold me close I’ve climbed so high
The more that hits you by the vein
the further you can run away.
Spin my bottle round and round,
ashes to ashes
we all fall down.
The lights are out
my dance is weak.
Voices steal away my sleep.
There’s no heaven
all is dark
my innocence is down to sparks.
Silence come and fill my head
as I float above this twisted bed
I hear protests
I hear shouts.
Fever in and fever out.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Sparrow, Brooklyn NY
Awake in a perilous ocean
I'm fighting free from the fall
that that has helped me
hath betrayed me,
and there's no one to blame at all.
I watch the sunrise in Brooklyn.
I'll be in Union Station by dark,
it's not good or bad or meaningful
it's just the way things are.
I'm in love with violin and arches.
I'm feeling war paint heal,
I feel raw in my skin,
I breath in
instantly everything's real.
"You're Phoenix again"
Sparrow said with a grin
oh she smiled the most perfect smile
"I am" I agreed
glad to feel freed
I've been watching myself stumble a mile.
Then she cried
and I asked why.
She believed part of me was forever lost;
over the years
the grinding gears,
she said I couldn't begin to imagine her loss.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Regrets
Behind many faces you meddlesomely spy
so let me cut through the crap.
I am an angel,
a white knight
and hell yeah,
I can be every mother's nightmare.
I breathe in the moment
because past is gone
and my life depends on it.
Don't think this mastermind
doesn't have a long game.
I've had my heart broken before,
I was the girl with two tattoos.
What I don't have is regrets
So go fuck you.
The Leafs Haven't Changed
The leafs haven't changed yet
and neither behind veiled night have I.
Curiously lingering in smoldering hope
as a murder of ravens take to the sky.
I will turn into autumn leafs
to dance September's song
tattoos and train tickets
write a history centuries long.
I could write until I die
and never completely tell you why
I love you unconditionally.
I approach.
I retreat,
like thundering waves of infinity.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Clumsy Truth
A lie can travel a galaxy
while the truth puts on it's shoes.
No junk, no soul, no rock and roll
so my spirit sings the blues.
Truth is far from perfect
never simple, never explained
until it's unimportant
because times makes it all change.
We see the past with twenty twenty,
tomorrow is a blind mystery.
tattoos, sun rises, and performances
become my acquisitive history,
The truth is beautiful and dangerous,
and should be handled with certain caution.
Even in the privacy of your own heart,
you never know who's watching,
Marilyn
I can be crazy, a maniac,
and I have a tangled soul.
I am Valentine's sweet
and I am every mother's nightmare.
I can tear through like a tornado
and can be like harnessing the lightening.
If your courage can't accept me at my worst,
If your courage can't accept me at my worst,
your heart doesn't deserve my best
Never complain,
Never explain,
and never lower your expectations.
Never complain,
Never explain,
and never lower your expectations.
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