Fantasy

Floating on this sea of joy
The ocean crests near me
The shoreline appears so far away
After a long boarding schedule
Dancing around this fire of love
The flames move heavenward 
The warmth draws us near each other
The flickering illuminates our creativity
Soaring on this cloud of bliss
Covering us with complete happiness
Ecstasy running over our bodies
Holding onto this fantasy as long as possible
As you kiss me sweetly

(Written by Amy E. McCoy 2000)

The Light

How can you tell someone how you feel when you don't know?
How can you love someone when you can't love yourself?
How can you be normal when you don't know what it is?
How can you be happy when you have never been?
And how can you tell if you are happy?

What is your greatest sin? 
Is it your ungrateful attitude?

How can you tell when you really know someone?
You may think you do, but then they do something to shock you.
 Is that what you call knowing someone?
Can you never really know someone if you don't know yourself?

So many people have so many vises that bind them.
What is yours, and can you break free?

If you knew the dark side of your soul would you be disgusted?
And if you knew others darkness would you be afraid of their potential danger?
We are all human -capable of love an hate. 
Some show more love while others show more hate.
To be a healthy person they say you must face your demons and destroy their influences.
It is a dark task to break your habits and learn better ones, but it is not impossible.

Hope is a virtue that I possess too much of. 
Faith is a virtue I need to recover. 
Contentment is something I have hardly ever felt. 
Love is somewhere in the shadows lurking around me, but I can't find it. 
Hate is an emotion that my desperation feeds on and the vileness increases.\

If I am supposed to be a light then I need a new bulb!
Cynical of my own faults I can't move past the pain.
Everyone wears a mask to hide their true selves. 
To disguise their pain, misery, agony, disappointments, secrets, lusts, love, and rage.
It is a procedure that should be avoided, but we can't remove it. 
The greatest tragedy we face is not being truthful to ourselves and others. 
What will it take for our hearts to be free?
Or our souls to be mended?

(Written by Amy E. McCoy 2000)

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Never To Return

Lost to this world, never to return
Your memory burns
Your ashes are in an urn
Yet my heart years for you
Can not smell anymore
I am congested with a putrid sense of thick disgust
A great disturbance boils under the placid surface of my facade
As the intensity of the deep turmoil rolls over me, through me, slowly breaking me down 
Turning my pain outward to lash, to scream, to hurt, to punish
There is so much rage, so much agony
Self-slaughter is forbade! 
Forbade, why? Why do the gods give me no mercy, no peace, no time to breathe
Oh sweet mercy come into this broken life
I need some reprieve, peace, oh dear peace
How I beg for sweet peace, dear love I so need you
For the agony to subside so I can breathe
I am drowning, gasping for air, for hope
There is no future of joy
My tears, agony, and sorrow drown me
I tend to create a hell unknown until I realize that it is not my creating
I was thrown into it - there was no choice then, but now I do have a choice
Oh, I do not know why I have suffered, but I know I must forge on
 

 






















(Written by Amy E. McCoy 10-30-06)

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On the Prospect of Love

On the prospect of love - I fear settlement

My heart dreams of romance and passion

To be swept away by love's gentle breeze;

to fall softly in caressing arms

Never to fear a harsh word or cruel intention

Looking forward to every break of day gleefully

The delicious comfort of contentment

 Written by Amy E. McCoy (5-9-06)