Amy Charles, 20  years old, English Lit. and Creative Writing Student. I read, I write, I paint. Have a very vivid imagination, annoyingly. This is were I put my poems, pictures, short stories, art reviews, music reviews, and just every day thoughts. Hope you enjoy :)

25th September 2010, time - 23:07

I can’t listen when I’m playing the vacant strands of grass between my thumbs and ears. Hear it in your spirit my darling, feel the clouds, the earth, the water running through your fingertips. I stand on top, hills to my feet, looking out and in at the blue. “You can’t get any better than this.” My cheek worships the soil I lay it on, the humming of a radiator underneath. It’s hard at work, loving us. Time is nothing to this parent. 

2nd September 2010, time - 13:42

The Man at Crosby Beach

Ships siren bellows across his land, he doesn't even
flinch. He merely watches it go by
with his two hundred eyes,
preparing for night to lock him
beneath.

My thoughts on the 2nd August 2010 at 22:53

Catching memories by candle light
her eyes soak up the anger in her own light
falling through like she’d always might
never see the beautiful strength in his darkest light.

Butterfly Wings

        I could see her fragile veins tremor under
                            the sky as they whispered words of war to me.

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                                  In these whispers,
                                                  she told me a secret. 
                                                    

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                            She told me she couldn't fight anymore. 

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