AMANDA STAHL
 Amanda Stahl is coming back onto the poetry scene after a rather long hiatus. She previously hosted the "Alchemy of the Word" poetry open mic and was a featured poet at various venues such as Valentine's, Mother Earth's, & Changing Spaces. She writes most often of love~ love lost, love desired, love taken... and everything inbetween. Survivor of all things irrelevant, she is grateful to all of the local poets who have inspired her in every manner of living.
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ONE-STEP
I can't seem to forget
or forget
can't forget
these regrets I have that keep piling up, building up,
climbing up
this crazy minded ladder that I am always one-step
away from falling
under
and I'm trying to reach for something that is never
tangible for me,
until I fall back into sky and purple rimmed clouds
let me fall into
nothing
and my mind is never as clear as this nothing,
and it just keeps...falling...
until my mouth can't form the words and my head is
splitting open,
and the time has already come and gone and closed and
there is,
nothing...
nothing, save the endless circle of shouts, echoing
over and over and
over
and spilling onto the crease of the skin on my back
you SHOUT
and I wipe the iodine from my eyes- Yes, just one more
time
and it doesn't really matter because I'm already deep
within
my regrets,
can't forgets,
and what-hasn't-happened-yets
but maybe next year- Yes, I swear, this time next year
I'll be closer to somewhere else
one-step up from falling...
into this sad state of regrets
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SMALL STORE IN THE WRONG PLACE
Small Store In The Wrong Place
What is the mall other than a breeding ground for the
neo-90 wailing
generation nothings-
dyeing their hair because "it's sooo cool man,"
and baring their flesh open torn to get the latest
Chinese symbol
crazed
tattoo,
not even knowing how to pronounce Taiku, or Haiku
or Thank you
They bitch about the price to pay for a movie and get
drunk off of
their
Step-daddy's liquor before playing laser tag
It's Edge Night Man! and everything sucks!
So nothing makes sense, and you pray to a demon and
you laugh that
sweet
dense cackle
led away in shackles for shoplifting purple manic
panic
screaming "I DID IT ALL FOR THE NOOKIE!"
Limp Nitwits indulging in overpriced shows, giving
blows to illegal boy
toys
snorting something other than that eigth-grade pixie
stix shit
and what a chick- you're SUCH a chick, now suck that
delicious saltine down
BUT DON"T BITE
and you know what?
I'm sick of seeing you try to inhale those camels some
clerk named
Habib
sold you,
with your training wonder bra, pulling him closer and
closer...
please?
you tease- you fucking sleaze, because baby you wanna
be a cowboy and
ride this bunking bronco all the way to the Goddamned
Mall
and fall
head over heels in lust with just
yourself and that coffee beanery pay check, and spend
$64 on ripped
jeans,
when 69's a better number
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