a m p o e t r y

emerging Coptic-Australian poet

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human

Restricted.

No chains, yet

we are broken

down

by the freedom

we deprive

ourselves

of.

Tired.

Always asleep,

yet we are

dissatisfied,

with each day;

a gift that we

have already

received.

Hurting.

We have the remedy

yet, we

never

heal

falling in love

with frayed fabrics,

empty canyons,

and mistranslations.

— ©️ ampoetry 2017

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a s l e e p The surge you feel, electricity tingling across every breathing inch of your skin as you lay in the darkness - that is hope. Abruptly interrupted by the rude awakening of reality, an uninvited comet burning a sinking hole from your chest to the pit of your stomach. You scream in agony, the whispers that bounce back and forth between the walls of your feeble mind are more painful than the scorching fire crumbling your bones. You are insufficient. You are inadequate. You are irreplaceable, but the original is unwanted. ©️ ampoetry 2018 📷 : Amelia Le Brun Photography https://amelialebrun.pixieset.com/greatbritain/

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I light all the candles Got flowers for all my rooms I care for myself the way I used to care about you - Lorde (Hard Feelings/Loveless) Wishing you all a happy and healthy 2018! Be kind to yourselves ♡

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Fat Bitch Fab.

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dress up

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This an excerpt from a piece that is written for those of us that feel like we are in the outside looking in, this is also a part of something I am working on 👀 I thought it was fitting to post this because we have all felt this excerpt before. The things is, we are more loved than we think we are. There is always someone out there that is glad that we are in their lives, that they can rely on us, that we do what we do, or even that we are alive. We live in an age surrounded by people’s highlights to the extent of thinking we are the only ones with downfalls, mental illness, loneliness although that will never be the case. This is me, extending my love and support out to you. May you always feel love instead of loneliness, happiness instead of sadness and strength instead of defeat. ♥️ ©️#ampoetry 2018 . . #untwineaustralia #bymepoetryaus #veinheartartisans #thefreelancefeminists #tff #penguinpoetrynyc #anxiety #depression #socialmedia #mentalheathawareness #amadvice #poetrycommunity #poetry #poetess #poetryclub #originalpoetry #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetrysociety (at Sydney, Australia)

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A Quick ‘Disaster Cocktail’ Recipe: Frenemies Kept Close, Expectations, an Extra Pinch of Kindness and the Erasure of Past Disappointment!

Songs of joy and tidings

fill the air with light,

sound travels

at the speed of

good vibrations,

in varying frequencies

of laughter and love.

Their music bounces off of me,

I am a reflector,

spectator, observer 

- on the outskirts you will find me,

the wanderer,

I am nothing more.

Especially not to them.

A belting chorus of

‘love your enemies’

when you could not

even love your friend.

Your “reliable and generous;

you can always count on me,

I will be anything you want me to be,

and hide myself so you stay free”

acquaintance, friend.

A solemn symphony

of curiosity

about the extent to which

I have made progress

without those who

have forgotten my presence

yet still fail to prevent myself

from crumbling,

continuing to allow your voices

to infiltrate my boundaries,

pulling over to the side of the road

to finish bursting into tears

where only the night’s darkness

and traffic lights can see me

until the pain of emotion

is replaced with physical exhaustion

and I continue my drive back home,

beating myself up for letting

those who have my

downfall at heart

affect something as minuscule

as my driving.

©️ ampoetry 2017

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Trap the Damsel Lest She Cause you Distress

Damsel in distress,

I mask my intelligence

lest my excess

scare you away.

Don’t shake your head

and laugh at the absurdity

for it happened to me with the last one,

and the one before that,

and the one before that,

and the applause before the clap,

every incessant clap

in honour of the show I display

and the role that I play

lest you know the truth

in all its brutality,

unkind reality.

The scorching heat

of humid summers

within the shudder

that precedes every

creeping cry of pleasure

before you crawl into my ears,

paint your fingers across my brain

and whisper, “You are beautiful.”

We both know you are singing to the facade of emptiness in simplicity that you see, the quivering lip before the tears roll down my cheeks.

I told you that it is joy, you are foolish enough to believe.

Must we live in anticipation of an inevitable implosion for you to see that I am not the damsel trapped in a forlorn cage?

I am the distress and I can cause pain.

©️ ampoetry 2017

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they say that all the colour has been removed from you now black and white grey areas you are the grey area between nothing and reality forever malleable changed by the world fleeting soul your heart in their control you are an illusionist morphing your being into anything and everything they want you to be a master of the art of convenience you are boiling water running from the kettle burned by the world’s need for for the immediate you are stripped bare but you will provide it whatever it takes to be held by cold hands and sipped by thirst in need of your warmth

the approval of others is futile if you don’t like yourself 

©️ ampoetry 2017

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#War

I build my home from the battles I have won and I lay to rest on those that I have lost. The saying goes, “sticks and stones” but even the mightiest of warriors, weep. 

©️ ampoetry 2017

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I don’t think life was not kind to me I believed in miracles and life delivered Somehow these miracles seemed tragic I prayed for strength and bravery but life won’t really feed you  Life gives you chances Life was kind to me it gave me heartbreaks it gave me situations that may seem like a misfortune but all it did was make m brave Sometimes, we complain too much When all life was doing  was to give us what we needed

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I want to be everything l need for myself first. N.J.Johnson @natalyajohnson