amara hope

Category: writing

  • ‘Echoes’ poem

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  • ‘Disassociating’ Poem

    Disassociating from myself, I now feel like an illusion. It’s already been said, that I am easily lead astray. I’m sorry about this. Ending, I can get by. Disassociating, I spend hours outside of my head, Suicide watching. You can pretend in the almost paranoia. Ending, I can get by. Straying from one day to…

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  • ‘Darkness’ Poem

    Sometimes Your soul becomes darkness A formation, When words are of the sounds. The Notion of nuances. Round the pool of light Pondering through Blackness Bleak and tiresome prolonging, While waiting upon the earth Fearlessness becomes you. A continuous crusade. © Amara Hope Melechi

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  • Cut-up poem from words in a random Newspaper.

    (so for uni’ we looked at cut-up poetry, and this is one of the one’s I made) West sailing derivation, Supposed Byzantium Than does north the climbing and West are called lingerers Because they are, abandoned. © Amara Hope Melechi

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  • Dark beating heart.

    A dark passage of time was creeping up on myself, slowly from behind. The tension was building shivers up and down my spine. Each time I turned around I could feel a shadow watching over me. Something was looking deep into my soul, and my body was shaking I felt like I was going to…

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  • Chairs and Knife.

    The tall row of flats looked incredibly bleak and dismal, with graffiti all down one side of the building and one small patch of green grass in front of a group of trees. The front door of the building was an off-yellow custardy colour that wasn’t exactly pleasing to look at. The couple had walked…

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