Letter Of A Car Salesman

The devil concludes on two shoulders
I sit calmly in the middle
I contend with fools
I listen silently all the while they mock me

I deafen my sanity
the band plays loud
They have no idea I have a PHD in their stupidity
and I spit on there superstar misery.

I am a guide to destination zero
A hero of circumstance
I don't need  validation from the circus
I make the art gallery perform

So tell me
I am now amused
I have my hat on.

Let's just take a shot in the dark
Ill take this chance
my heart hangs on a coat rack
in your closet

I'm sitting in the car
letting you drive.

I've never been the passenger.
Lead me into the road
of laughter and shattered windshields

I'm ready

To break the 9-5
of the demons that haunt my day
and the love that haunts my night

a letter of the car salesman
I don't belong here
take me

for a ride.

Fiction

Stories fill the cracks of this letter
and the canvas has paint left to dry

Left with some to reckon
and more to write

this story has been made into fiction
but the storm was the seine  of my transgression

Rogue wave counts as a savior
and ships get lost to sea

where they go
is between you and me.

I travel this road alone.

A captain of my boat

The rewards are weeping.

Not sinking.
There's a punishment for losing heart
and a strength for taking it.

My wisdoms have caught up with me
Like the tide I no longer sleep.

So this tale is not finished
My audience awaits me

Waiting for the next chapter to be written
An account of a compass and her sea.

I

Winter sets in , while it's warm outside
Thought I could change his mind
Oh sweet girl he says , I just needed to fill some time .

My dress and ribbons run red
I'm late for the dance
And I'm alone
They ask for my hand

The piano plays
There's a hundred boys
But you are not here

Tears run down my face
I'm missing cut out hearts
Left in your pocket yesterday

So

I walk with skinned kness
Thought I could maybe change your mind
Thought maybe you could
Love me

But the piano plays ever so quietly as she cries
Cries Herself to sleep

She puts her helmet back on
Oh dear girl , you were just a smile to me ...

Perfect Storm .

I am packed and understated
eyes full- hands disinagrated
words colored , double lined

If I , could I , bleed onto your pages?

I read empty inboxes
blinking alarms and green lenses
are filed away like cards

I can't think of the words
to rhyme with moving
or changing my life....

I can't find the song

and here is the deleted line.


My sail is torn.
My compass drawn

I am lost in your storm

Will you find me out North
or be my rain.

Warcammander is in concession

I'm shaking
my audience is full
She is smiling at the hurricane

Will we survive this?

No sir we won't.

Eulogy Of My Dying Day . Mary Cimmino - My Beautiful Grandmother

Grandmother,


I can't believe you are gone.

I was just 5 when I sat on your white marble sink and you curled my hair for mass on Sunday morning.

I was just 7 when you took me to Macy's to buy the most beautiful skirt a little girl could dream of.

I was 7 half stealing those delicious cookies out of the cookie jar, and even though you said only one Amers... I know you put them in their for our visit .

When I was 12 and almost died you were there when I got in my terrible accident.

When I was 18 you made sure I went to college.

When I was 20 I remember you were the best grandma to my newly born son Austin,
he played in your crib you set out for him at your house.

Your house was always a home to us grandma . You always made sure we had what we needed and gave us so much love.
you never asked for anything in return as far as I could remember.

When I grew older you told me to find the right man for my children. And I promised I would.

I sit now at your bed side knowing you will pass soon, and your smiling.
Can you imagine dying ?

I can't.

She was not crying.

She was smiling. Just looking at all of us around her. She couldn't say much, but her smile said it all.
As she grasped for words I grabbed her hand and I knew how much you loved me grandma.

I tried to think of a poem to write or a story. But I could not. How could I write about my love for you.

Thank you for loving us in all our flaws, thank you for loving my babies. Thank you for your strength and wisdom.
And most of all thank you for your smile that always entered first in a room.

-Amy

Gaurds

Post a mask over iris
I have you as a ghost
I can't hide
I try

hidden under an army of good byes

I laugh at your hello
and smile at your good night.

I write the story
I scream inside

No one will ever read it
But it's mine.

I love your smile
and that's ok.

because you changed my light
inside dark eyes

It's something worth believing
head in the clouds
Hands in my pocket

with one wish left...

Its what you left me with.

Miles

This is my memoir
I am waiting for the way-
to show me the road I have never seen before

The one I have never traveled
Who can show me?

I sit in the crowd ?

amongst the mundane.

Waiting
Looking for super hero's and Whitman's in the rain.
nothing impresses me.

I've seen it all before.

I play the piano differently
but you have to be able to hear my song
to understand me .

It's midnight
the coffee is cold and my words are long

My lips are puffy and my conversation odd

but I will not search
I just sit here and play the song.

I see you across the way
you have my smile.

Whether you can here me play or not.
I may never know.

But this one's for you kid.
A million miles away and all...

The Story (1)

I crave the numbness of the 9-5
heroin tracks of emotion are left on ring fingers
with nothing left but a gun.

I walk into magazine add but less gloss and more spread
changing the way I read and leaving photograph's instead.

Never got me far I say.

Tell me sir,

If I was beautiful why don't they stay?

I change the station
music plays

I am reminded of your bourbon smile- perfect face
I sob silently

I belong no- where
nothing tames me

yet nothing calls my name -

Alice I say.

Holding picture frame.


You will never know the secret

I will never tell

Unless you find her.

But no one has, have they.

Buried under time,
in the 9-5.

searching for something more.
looking for the No.

Flight (1)

There is a pillow for a cape
she is so brave
she wears a smile
not so beautiful, I say

the boys they line up one by one
but they wont remember her name

"she cry's alone" she says.

She sets the stage
the audience has no idea
the audience has no care

she is the hero for the day
no one here to save her day

cast a funny shaped smile for you
tired and broken framed

She sits alone
Anastasia waits
Like Alice and there is no train

Tell me


What is real?

I have a conversation with the red baron
I dare him to set sail

And I watch him fly far away.

There is trouble

on the horizon

Who will know her name ?

The Rabbit And The Tortoise

Anastasia hides in the pocket of the caged rabbit
the tortoise seems to be winning again

I lose my senses
lipstick smears my day
and the girl asks the rabbit his name

Anastasia answers calmly , "its a secret."

The clock ticks in rhymes as I type out a good bye to a prince

The tears stream from black stained lens
And trust me it is not- non sense

Wire lens frame tells me its time
She prays silently on her drive


Its a cloudy day
I sleep with your picture frame

No one knows my name

An orphan she is
In this rabbit cage

I bet you know his name
But I sent the letter yesterday

I watch him pass me by
I'm losing still

Flawed and incredibly insane

But all the less

Its a cloudy day
And I sleep with your picture frame

Does love at first sight exist ?

Love at first sight ?


If there was a day in my life that I could say completely never made sense I could tell you of this day I met this man . As I write this there is no editing or spell check I apologize . My life has been one race to the next . Always trying to get to the next best thing . Trying to win . Falling down . Sometimes winning sometimes losing , but never really looking up . And yet I have this moment , people speak of where you meet someone and you are in awe of them .. That magical moment you hear about in movies and in books ...

You meet someone and your captured in an instant . You wonder if it exist if it's real ? Never has it happened like this !
Your world is turned upside down . Does this happen once in life ?
If he does not feel the same can it happen again ?
I've been and seen enough to last through a hundred wise men , but never have I felt this .
Maybe this was in my past , maybe last week ...

That I will not share ... The point is .. Can you feel that and they not feel nothing ?

I feel like Carrie Bradshaw right now . I guess the answer lies within the spirit of life and God and whatever life brings us ...

Our next adventure ;)

-Amy Everett

Update :

Follow your heart ;
Not advice of others . Love at first sight is real go with your gut whether it works out or not take the risk it's worth it . It only happens once .

Imagination

Marks bleed over scars
Gold buttons fall on a rainy day

I seek black ink justice

your smile , on my face.

Camera watches iris split lens adjust to seep within I am void here in a dark room

Will you save me from the December's of life’s misery’s?

I can feel this heart on my footprint In my own disguise But can you find me under the fight?

I am speaking to you can you hear me?

Calm beauty falls amongst the shores I can give you life If you let me.

Marks leave scars of once a faded memory.

Tattooed and begging for one more try.

I’m watching waiting for you to come tonight.

Canary Yellow

canary yellow sun
Seen in dismal spots through skeleton walls
Sleeping outside in the  winter
Some how I lost the promise
that lives inside your warmth


Bridges carry me to smiles
crossing straight lines through a void and empty room
Nothing sinking in
Nothing giving in.


Pull me to the inside
Where I can show
the depth of the rainbow hiddin beneath your shadow


Canary yellow sun
shining on dry canvas
As you walk away


The cell is cold.
Carving out the bones.


Sleeping outside in the winter
Some how I lost the promise
that lives in your warmth .




my hands are tied
bleeding glass broken heart
spills.


I wanted to see it all.
Come crashing down.


Nothin is sinking in
Nothin giving in.


I'm losing my smile.
As I watch you walk away


   

Classical

I go through pages of lovers

I am left with the quotations and deleted line .

I erase moments that belong in needle

          thread bear with eyes watching misunderstood

You never read the story line
Under white linen dress innocence lies

I am butterfly
I am justice seeking the fight

The heroine of love long died

I'm bound in train tracks
Roped mistakes
Tamed by the light

Always missing the train
Loving the moment of life

I'm a message in a bottle
Out to sea
I'm a wall broken for you to see 

I'm the voice on the stage at night

To never be subtracted
Or defined

A definition in the key of the piano plays
Depending on the day

You can see me there on that page

Lions

Rose petals worn by perils of thorns

in leather bounding love

in prisons of lost languages and sentences

 

never coming and never amounting

to one result

 

If you could look me in the eye

feel my iris ignite

past the beauty of the deception of your lies

the ones the monsters have told you

the one beauty that  lies in front of you

 

She is screaming

but you can not hear her

 

she knows your name

she is bleeding for you

cut by your walls

 

She sleeps outside

No lullaby's

 

I am inside you looking out

I am your fingers reaching in

 

Waking up the lion

sleeping amongst the  pain.

 

Never grasping together to feel we are one result .................

Cuffed

Cuffed

 

I am the refuge

Feel me

Heroine in your veins pulsing

Quick fantasy poker

Left for Jokers

Call Me Queen

 

Time evaporates like spoiled milk

Expiration date has been met

 

Let me explain

How you can’t escape

I am the god

Come out and play.

 

Tell me darling

Your wrist slit

Veins spilled

 

You can’t run from me

I know every lie

The devil tells me

 

Thought you were friends

Satan tries to taunt me

 

Shackled and bonded to hate

Abusing me

I'm coming

 

 

You can’t break free

I warned you

 

10x7

Found some new material
Layin around in my pocket
Behind some lip gloss
Where my life is packed in that 10x7

you  smack me and smile

No lookin back-

I hide the tears behind yesterdays sunglasses….

It’s me and you kid
Alone again.

This pop star beauty


And no one’s looking back at me
Except this one page mirror glass
Broken in the back seat
As we drive in this get away car you wave good bye to me.

Have you got a clue?
I manage a smile
As I walk room to room
Of a broken home
I once new
I escape from the nursery we called our home




I fall to the floor
Where every tear echo’s
I gather myself together
And I leave the keys.

North

Packed my bags for the holiday

The winter is freezing my judgment
and the rain plays classical on purgatory standard

I breathe one more time
puffy red lips stained with yesterdays bad coffee
Adding some sugar
baking cakes...

The holocaust is over
I say its just the beginning of a rainy-day

I fold and meet her smile half way
a rainbow hiding in a black storm
simple and timeless

I'm traveling by train
no one will find me this time
I'm on my way

The crystal ball was clear
The ocean is empty
a result of laughter missing

Tell me
what does adding and subtracting equal out to be

Ill take my blanket this time

warm weather never fancied me anyway.

Coma

I found you today

The hiding spectacle of broken glass

a shrouded rainbow gone black

 

save me grace take my hand instead

the page is long gone and im dead

 

the challenge is- they left me with the pistol

and - bought bullets instead

go ahead turn the other way!

 

they said I enjoyed it any way

 

Its crack cocaine

its crack cocaine

 

they said I was on drugs

I wasn't

I was on rape

 

But he saved me

and then

they took him away

 

There is no damage in shame

just shame in your blame

 

with your dressed up picture frames

 

I ran for help

 

I ran for help

 

there was only one to save me

 

and you took him away 

Ex- traction

dilated heart tracking the congestion of time

lonely coffee bars can hear the music playing

haunting from the other side

lipstick stains napkins
softening the torture of good byes

the devil watches in compassion
I suffer ye the lies .

a crowd of inventors watch me from heavens sky
They wonder if we can give it one last try.

The phone in my pocket erasing memories as you type.

Dilated infraction , puzzling time.

funerals are promised
eyelash falls as I cry

Black and white balloons shell the future
as they sit in red attire.

I the canvas for the weak and blind
torn pages of open paint
with no picture and with out design.

 The lion hunts me
tells me to rest

but I cant tonight.