I know this one is pretty lame. I just wrote it in two minutes, not really sure why but well here it is. And I know that the title has nothing to do with the poem but I really had no idea what to call it.


Violins With Severed Strings

It's the subtle smile that plays on your lips
As you rip out my heart
And pretend that it's my fault.
Your throttle me
And laugh so innocently.
You constrict my throat,
And soon we'll both stop breathing.
One look in your eyes is a slap to the face.
One touch from you makes me shiver and shake.
This harsh reality hits my soul like a tidal wave,
And it doesn't matter what I do,
Doesn't matter what I say.
I know you,
And I know you never loved me.
I know that in the end,
There's no one to blame,
No one but me.



Poetry by Amanda Manmohan
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Written on 2006-05-07 at 21:24

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Teala
Deep and raw...great job!
2006-06-02


Pamela A Lamppa
There is much depth to this wonderful work and your title is a definate draw. It caught me, but your words kept me. Such brutality should never be. Wonderfully creative. An excellent work. ~Pam
2006-06-01


Zoya Zaidi
You write with so much passion.
I just love the way you express yourself: honest forthright, unbriddled...
***hugs dear Amenda***
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-05-08


Ragdoll.
...this is an amazing poem. It sums up thoughts and feelings so clearly... The imagery is vibrant.
2006-05-07