“First Heartbreak”
He was the first boy I noticed
He was the first boy I noticed
Who made me stop in my track
Who made me stop in my track
The first boy, who made me stop,
I noticed he was in my track
I worshiped the ground he walked on
I worshiped the ground he walked on
and enjoyed bathing in his light
and enjoyed bathing in his light
I worshiped in his light and enjoyed
bathing on the ground he walked on
Until the day he called me fat
Until the day he called me fat
My entire world fell to pieces
My entire world fell to pieces
Until my entire world fell, to pieces,
the day he called me fat
He was the first boy I worshiped
who made me stop, noticed his light
In my track, I enjoyed bathing
in the ground he walked on
until he called me fat, the day
my entire world fell to pieces
- written 3/1/2015 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside
Paradelle challenge as Amaria
“Confession
to Richard A.”
I
confess, Richard, I have a crush on you
and I
feel silly about having such a thing –
too old
to be fawning over a celebrity
I was
drawn in by those eyes, ever so blue
and that
voice, rich and deep, fitting for a king
I
confess, Richard, I have a crush on you
and I
feel silly about having such a thing –
You have
become my fantasy, yes it’s true
but my
mind knows there will never be a fling
only in
my dreams, you will give me a ring
I
confess, Richard, I have a crush on you
and I
feel silly about having such a thing –
too old
to be fawning over a celebrity
- written 4/13/15 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside’s April PAD
Challenge Day 13 Confession poem as Amaria
“Moments”
I recall
us playing
in the
backyard in the dirt
dad
called us to come
for
nightfall would soon descend
so we ran
into the house
Jumping
on the bed
laughing
our little hearts out
it was
forbidden
but that is
what made it fun
even with
mom’s reprimands
I was not
ready
when your
lips crashed into mine
and I was
surprised
but it
felt so good inside
I fell in
love the first time
In our
caps and gowns
we had
reached the finish line
we threw
up our caps
into the
sky where our dreams
waited
for us to snatch them
When they
lowered you
into the
grave my heart cried
and my
soul darkened
without
your light in my life
but still
I had to go on
- written
4/24/2015 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside’s April PAD Challenge Day 24: Moment
poem as Amaria
“Perhaps
I gave it up too soon”
Perhaps I
gave it up too soon
I should
have waited a bit longer
For one
cannot gain back one’s virtue
Too
intrigued to turn you away
I let you
inside my untouched walls
Perhaps I
gave it up too soon
And
should have held it a bit longer
When we
were done it felt surreal –
Asking
was this all it was to be?
I suppose
all my peers lied to me.
Perhaps I
gave it up too soon
I should
have waited a bit longer
For one
cannot gain back one’s virtue
- written
5/14/2015
"Across the Dance Floor"
across the dance floor
we sway our hips
the seductive beats
that move our feet
in your arms i dip
salsa rhythms lure
us, seductive moves
breaking all the rules
with our mambo steps
leave all in the dust
we become one song
and dance all night long
the song in our hearts
keeps us chasing stars
- written 10/11/2015
“Parisian Market”
I sit on steps under the sun
taking in the sights and smells
of the Parisian market
on a Sunday afternoon
Crowds of people walk by as
I taste my cream puff dessert
my partner lost in his sketch
of the grand Eiffel Tower
I sit listening with care
to the sound of busy streets
French words flowing through the air
never wanting to forget
- written 10/14/2015 for Poetic Aside Prompt 327 as Amaria
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“Feet”
I never
thought my feet were pretty
they were
too skinny and pale
but I was
fond of high heels
as a
child I spent afternoons
in mom’s
closet tipping in her pumps
and she,
by the doorway,
would
laugh at my tumbling
When the
time came I began to train
my feet
in kitten heels feeling so grown
in time I
was able to conquer
those
four and five inches
that made
my feet so alluring
my hips
swaying from side to side
catching
all the men’s eyes
Especially
that one guy
who
confessed he had a foot fetish
he
snapped pictures of my feet –
which I
still found unattractive –
but he
was mesmerized
by their
shape and how they look
in those
steel pointed spikes.
So now
when I see those
pieces of
art on pretty feet
I cannot
help but giggle –
recalling
mom’s smile
at my
juvenile tumbling,
or the
lust in that guy’s eyes
that said
so much more
- written 10/15/2015 for "Funny Feet" writing prompt as Amaria
“Temptation”
a text message came through
and she knew it was wrong to
answer the blatant booty call –
agony was all it would lead to
and she tried her best to
abstain from texting back but
as she began to daydream
about his hands and mouth
all over her skin, her
amnesia departed once again
at the bar a man sips whiskey
an apple martini in her hand, the
allure was too much to resist, her
aching skin thirst only for him
as he led her to the bedroom
arms intertwined, falling
into bed,
as tongues merged and hips connected
at dawn she found herself
alone chastising herself with
acidic guilt filling her heart
- written 10/22/2015 for "Its Not About Me" writing prompt as Amaria
“Scenes”
autumn leaves cling to trees
as the seasons come into full force
a girl and boy rakes the front yard
a mother stands by the window
and recalls her younger days
anxiety fills her heart
awaiting life changing results
a nurse chats on the phone
as the doctor looks over a chart
and enters the room to deliver the news
around the corner sits a man
at a table lost in his book
a woman stands by hesitating to
approach her secret crush
another minute passes by
asphalt is hot under their feet
as cars zip along the highway
abandoned by a broken down car
an angry man talks on his cell
a tow truck finally arrives
- written 10/23/2015 for "Its Not About Me" writing prompt as Amaria
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