Las Amelias

The skin of my eyes divorce by light-
only to make one brighter.
Because it's my soul that makes
it that way.
It's because I see past the clouds -
the fog - haze - and believe
in the magic all around me.

Too many people before me - after me
have taken without thought where
it comes from. It's the
Joy you take - our soul stolen
from the wishing well of hope -
Thieves.

Bandits of my teeth - the
valleys in between - bacteria
not yet flushed out. My
name is
Amelia - and there's lots
of us around.

Hmm... this poem is... different. It's not my piece of cake, but I like it.

I do have some nitpick's to highlight, though.

The skin of my eyes divorce

by light-only to make one brighter.

Because it's my soul that makes it that way.

It's because I see past the clouds -the fog - haze - and believe in the magic all around me.

Too many people before me - after me

have taken without thought where it comes from.

It's the Joy you take - our soul stolen from the wishing well of hope -

Thieves.

Bandits of my teeth - the valleys in between - bacteria

not yet flushed out.

My name is Amelia - and there's lots of us around.

Okay, sorry if that's not spaced right... but on to the review!

The skin of my eyes divorced by light.

- I don't think "divorced" is the right word. It sounds akward.

clouds -the fog - haze - and believe

- This sentence seems a little too jam-packed. Try taking out some of the words.

Bandits of my teeth - the valleys in between - bacteria

- This sentence doesn't really make any sense. Why is the bacteria in her teeth significant?

Overall: It's pretty-well done. Keep writing!