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Poems by AimeeMarie, by newest first

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  • I fight for every last word that I write down. I fight to gather fractured sentences and I fight constant writers block. I fight dying pens and crinkled paper and “H” keys that never want to work. I fight rules and busyness t
    by AimeeMarie 0 lines, on Jun 11 8:39 AM 2008. In writing, writers block
  • I remember when I was young, running into my grandmother's waiting arms, feeling safe and loved, and in the next moment, I am cold and I realize that she has been gone and in the ground for over twenty years. It's at those mo
    by AimeeMarie 0 lines, on Jun 1 1:24 PM 2008. In memories
  • You waltz into town in your camouflage clothing, holier than thou, taking charge like you actually give a damn. Months go by and you don’t call your dad and you don’t support your family. When the end is near, you come in and
    by AimeeMarie 0 lines, on Jun 1 1:23 PM 2008
  • Just like that, her life is spent. Her time here, over. Just like that, agony extinguished and another one bites the dust. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, she didn’t live long, we’ll have to adjust. Just like that, her eyes gro
    by AimeeMarie 0 lines, on Jun 1 1:23 PM 2008. In death
  • I go to one sentence.com and I see “I have to choose between anti-depressants and weight loss, when half the reason I’m depressed is because I’m fat.” I feel for her. I know the feeling. I am on anti-depressants while trying
    by AimeeMarie 0 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 1 1:22 PM 2008. In fat, anti-depressants, weight, weight-loss
  • The day Timmy was born, Seven years ago, was a day of joy that resurrected from sadness like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Little boy, almost lost, almost gone, beat the odds, heart beat strengthened, until the doctors kne
    by AimeeMarie 2 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 1 1:21 PM 2008. In Timmy, surviving
  • Sometimes I wonder if my memories of important people and events are actually my real memories, or if they are regurgitations from what I have seen in photos or heard in stories. When I talked to my mom, I realized that in so
    by AimeeMarie 0 lines, on Jun 1 1:20 PM 2008. In memories
  • Many children feel as if the trusted adults in their life are infallible, and at some point while growing up and growing wiser, they discover that the adults that once stood flawless, strong and sometimes superhuman are just
    by AimeeMarie 2 lines, on Jun 1 1:20 PM 2008. In parents
  • She would have been twenty-five; She could have been a mom. After all, she wasn’t always careful in that area. She’d most likely still be addicted that helped her to numb the past. Praying, heroin, church, methadone, morphine
    by AimeeMarie 2 lines, on Jun 1 1:19 PM 2008. In rinity, death
  • It had been some time since I had talked to her. It had been almost as long since I had let myself even think about her and all the turmoil that seemed to follow on her heels. Even so, when the call came, I wondered why I was
    by AimeeMarie 0 lines, on Jun 1 1:19 PM 2008. In Trinity, Death
  • It has been 19 months since the day you let us all behind. It has been 19 months since you decided that you were not meant for this place. It has been 19 months since your love of “Harold and Maude” became not a favorite movi
    by AimeeMarie 0 lines, on Jun 1 1:18 PM 2008. In Trinity, death
  • I am so exhausted. My eyes want to close, my body, to lie down, my brain, to quiet. None of this will happen though, because I did not take my meds. My brain will not allow me to sleep. Whenever I get close to sleep, my brain
    by AimeeMarie 0 lines, on Jun 1 1:17 PM 2008. In Sleep
  • April Fool’s Day never did much for me, I never really understood the point of tricking people. I mean, A) It’s cruel and mean. it’s obvious to a fault, I mean, it’s the day EVERYONE trys
    by AimeeMarie 0 lines, on Jun 1 1:16 PM 2008. In Random
  • Holy mother,
    virgin saint,
    by AimeeMarie 30 lines, 13 comments, on Jan 3 3:54 PM 2007. In Sad, Other, Spiritual, Society, Angst, Life, Thoughts, Depression, Death, Loss
  • I lay over puddles,
    so your feet won’t get wet.
    by AimeeMarie 29 lines, 2 comments, on Jan 3 3:35 PM 2007. In Personal, Sad, Angst, Life, Pain, Depression
  • by AimeeMarie 27 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 3 3:30 PM 2007. In Adult, Angst, Dark, Life, Love, Other, Personal, Sad, Society, Thoughts, Depression
  • Hippie Girl
    with bright green eyes
    by AimeeMarie 33 lines, on Jan 3 3:28 PM 2007
  • “… but I really do love you”, she adds
    like she knows I’ve started to doubt
    by AimeeMarie 23 lines, on Jan 3 3:26 PM 2007. In Life, Personal, Sad, Other, Thoughts, Angst
  • Comfort,
    In the night.
    by AimeeMarie 54 lines, on Jan 3 3:24 PM 2007. In Personal, Thoughts, Dark, Other
  • It’s a sin to kill a mockingbird,
    what harm to they cause you?
    by AimeeMarie 24 lines, on Jan 3 3:22 PM 2007. In Life, Personal, Society, Thoughts, Hate
  • I stand for loyalty, I stand for love,
    I stand for two, who fit like a glove.
    by AimeeMarie 10 lines, on Jan 3 3:20 PM 2007. In Love, Life, Personal, Other, Spiritual
  • I remember, so long ago,
    Us sitting in your car.
    by AimeeMarie 17 lines, 2 comments, on Jan 3 3:19 PM 2007. In Love, Life, Other, Personal
  • Scared that you’ll leave me
    (the best thing in my life)
    by AimeeMarie 24 lines, on Jan 3 3:17 PM 2007. In Love, Life, Personal, Sad
  • We pulled out some blankets,
    A 100 foot extension cord,
    by AimeeMarie 13 lines, 4 comments, on Jan 3 2:32 PM 2007. In Life, Nature, Personal
  • I’d give you my heart
    completely
    by AimeeMarie 7 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 3 2:17 PM 2007
  • I smile wondering,
    late night talks
    by AimeeMarie 19 lines, on Dec 21 6:57 PM 2006. In Love, Life, Sad, Personal, Other, Society, Angst
  • by AimeeMarie 27 lines, on Dec 21 6:55 PM 2006. In Adult, Love, Life, Personal, Other
  • A sacred thought,
    a tender kiss,
    by AimeeMarie 16 lines, on Dec 21 6:54 PM 2006. In Love, Personal, Other
  • Hands
    Short stubby fingers,
    by AimeeMarie 27 lines, on Dec 21 6:53 PM 2006. In Other
  • I am Aimée, I’m fun and I’m sassy,
    I come across cheesy and I’m not very classy.
    by AimeeMarie 18 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 21 6:52 PM 2006. In Life, Other, Personal
  • She’s fat and sloppy and lazy and blunt,
    but on the inside she’s scared.
    by AimeeMarie 13 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 21 6:51 PM 2006
  • I remember
    Knees caked with dirt
    by AimeeMarie 10 lines, on Jun 1 7:41 PM 2006. In Nature
  • I love bright days,
    Where the clouds make,
    by AimeeMarie 13 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 1 7:40 PM 2006. In Nature
  • You'll probably never go to jail, never have to post a bail.
    You'll probably keep your wife and kids, and get well wishes in the mail.
    by AimeeMarie 13 lines, 4 comments, on Dec 14 10:20 PM 2003. In Abuse
  • Rough, calloused hands
    run over two delicate mounds of flesh
    by AimeeMarie 23 lines, 2 comments, on Dec 14 10:11 PM 2003. In Abuse
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