Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Balm For The Soul

saturday morning,the scars begin to bleed,take stock of allthat cannot be free.make amends with shadows,childhood lost,no friends or familyaround..

© Amberlee Carter

In A Dream I Slit My Wrist (In Reality, I'M Not That Strong)

If I unintentionally slit my wristI'll be the last to knowand when I'mturning aerialsabove my carcass,weep for meBecause I was lovedin life-I hated..

© Amberlee Carter

Nostalgia: Remember The Flower

(for sean)Remember the flower, loveblooming night. The petalslit on fire-a million miles of moonlightbending from the sky,pin pointing the infinite..

© Amberlee Carter

In Closing

Beyond the sunset wherethe first shadows of twilight appear, heaven:a boiling fire-lineIf my hands weren't so stainedby choice, by reasonI'd endeavor..

© Amberlee Carter

Fear And Intuition

That night I heard your voiceit woke me,bolted through my bodylike electricity does wet feet.It was shocking,I found myselfshivering in a cold..

© Amberlee Carter

Ailment

The ravening stillness,my heart bleeds out across this empty morning:Drifting down country roadscity streets for news of peace,for a soulful rhapsody..

© Amberlee Carter

He Came, One Thousand Times This Way (Rated R)

he came one thousand times this way-humming raw moans,he'd beg and spank the musemassaging the orgasmic spine-pulling sinew from the bonekneeling to..

© Amberlee Carter

Harvest

(who are we to question faith?when we've yet to answer the call to duty,for faith questions all)hollow moon,bare, unblinkingstalking our final mile..

© Amberlee Carter

11 Year Old Memory (Written Early 2001)

dry grass prickles my feet,9 years old ignorant towardthe feeling that paralyzes my heart,creates a lump in my throat-close my eyes and cover my..

© Amberlee Carter

Becker Vs. Dylan

Becker was sitting on the stepsin the final moments of day-catching fireflies with his fingers,holding them against the skymaking wishes on their..

© Amberlee Carter

Crawling In My Skin: The Eternal Itch

I take sleeping pillsto anoint the ache,stay awake long enoughto feel myself floatout of mind- nirvana in a bottle.Blessed are the forgotten andholy..

© Amberlee Carter

Everything That Will Not Change

I want to remember the world this way:The light, steadfast on the windowsill,a breathless sky and the autumn as beautifulas it is bitter.The way it..

© Amberlee Carter

Dear John: I Hate Paper Cuts

I am writing this alive and with a fever,'cause I needs to sweat out the virusand breathe calmly without choking, for once.I am writing this and..

© Amberlee Carter

Broken Bones

They gave me reality alterations-told me to rest:tomorrow will bring better days.I question the existence of tomorrow-I've been awake all night..

© Amberlee Carter

After Erratic Encounters

I woke, awkwardlyin the dim light of morningto find the world hushed in newborn snow.A crucifix slaps againstthe nakedness of my neck,droplets of..

© Amberlee Carter

Afterbirth

Mother woke me this morning,her voice, a rattle of earth and worms-it may not concern you, she is dead.and maybe you do not care to knowher grave is..

© Amberlee Carter

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leave me-sun, moon, starswilting, glass fixture and irisI see beyond the red door,last stair of universe-black hole, heart pumps nostalgia.It has..

© Amberlee Carter

Chronic Observatioin Disorder

The quiet wait, contemplate,the scene- everything it contains,The mundane, the magic,the vibrant, the apathetic-I flip through chroniclespassed years..

© Amberlee Carter

Foreword

This isa death threat for no one,a suicidal promise to someone,a reaper's ransom note.This isslow dancing to the last dance,waking up tonew..

© Amberlee Carter

A Safe Distance From My Destruction

a safe distance from my destructionlet me be nothing to you,not a bell with a voiceto rattle the rust from your stagnant muse,not a breath to infect..

© Amberlee Carter

Between Two Griefs

last night while Iplayed in another realm of consciousness,I felt your hand move against mine,as if you were reaching outfrom your own fantasia to..

© Amberlee Carter

Because I Could Not Compete With Skyscrapers And Swing Dancers

[ or: My heart is full of love for you- that I can't use ]Because nowthere is nothing more between us, except,39 hours and 54 minutes that translates..

© Amberlee Carter

02-23-05

I’ve extracted youfrom my bodylike a sliver-a memory thirsty, burrowed deepIn flesh that’s festered beyond discomfort.and like a memorythe contusion..

© Amberlee Carter

Empty Beds: A Poem To A Winter Night

Ok, so I'm sorry.Isn't that what you wanted to know?in that case, you win.I'll send back your pictures and your books,you can keep the dictionary..

© Amberlee Carter

Last Night And Then This Morning

the last leaves of autumn fell,finding a grave in the imprintof stranger's feet-shallow as it was, they seemed contentthe leaves look more like..

© Amberlee Carter