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Amanda Andrews Poem
My fear turns into doubt, choking me endlessly!
It is a struggle to breath something that builds up inside of me.
Leave me alone!
No!
Come back please stay!
Are they lies?
Are they true?
I need to know what is real or not!
Are you playing me like a game on Saturday night?
It seem easy for you to hurt me like I am a dart board in front of your face!
You throw something sharp at me and WAM!
It pierces right into my heart bulls eye, congratulations! 100 points for that.
Go ahead try again go for my soul this time!
Just crush who I am.
It's okay I won't cry.
Not for you, not this time!
Jab me, poke me, call me names!
I don't care I'm not to blame!
You hate yourself I can see that now, it's not me I wouldn't cut you as deep as you cut me!
I ache and strain myself bending my mind around it everyday.
I wake up, I am afraid to rollover and see your face!
In my dreams at night is where i am most happy.
I am not afraid with my eyes closed.
There in my dreams I am whatever, where ever, and with whoever I want!
If I could sleep the days away into the night I would be happy!
In my mind where some of my deepest and most private thoughts lurk, waiting for the right
time to jump out and shout surprise!
A place where when I wake up and rub the sleep out of my eyes, I won't be afraid and I
won't hide.
A place where fear doesn't exist and the pain subsides, where fear lets go and I can
breath again, where you cannot hurt me because I won't let you in.
My own sanctuary where I am happy and safe from harm.
This is my untitled life.
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Amanda Andrews Poem
A faded day when the lights goes dark. The thought of you gone hurts, when I try
to sleep I only think of your face, to wake up to know you are gone. To hope to see
your face but I know that is wrong you can not see what is not real. I fight to see
the light, I struggle to break tough the darkness. when I feel stranded I know that I
am walking into another faded day.
To once feel happiness to know what is love. When love is lost or it is taken
away. Your heart takes a beating that will last for days maybe years or a
whole lifetime. To feel the shine of the heat of love to see everyday as beautiful, to
never know a faded day.
You would be lucky to feel love again, to want, to feel it with the same level of
passion, but never being able to. Wanting more to than anything to let go of that
unending faded day.
Seeing others love and feeling jealous for it, feeling envy for it, craving it, but
never finding it, or have you and you do not know it. From being in the dark for
what seems like forever do you even know what love is? Or are you stuck in a
forever faded day?
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Amanda Andrews Poem
A faded day when the lights goes dark. The thought of you gone hurts, when I try to sleep I
only think of your face, to wake up to know you are gone. To hope to see your face but I
know that is wrong you can not see what is not real. I fight to see the light, I struggle to
break tough the darkness. when I feel stranded I know that I am walking into another faded
day. To once feel happiness to know what is love. When love is lost or it is taken away. Your
heart takes a beating that will last for days maybe years or a whole lifetime. To feel the
shine of the heat of love to see everyday as beautiful, to never know a faded day.
You would be lucky to feel love again, to want, to feel it with the same level of
passion, but never being able to. Wanting more to than anything to let go of that
unending faded day.
Seeing others love and feeling jealous for it, feeling envy for it, craving it, but
never finding it, or have you and you do not know it. From being in the dark for
what seems like forever do you even know what love is? Or are you stuck in a
forever faded day?
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Amanda Andrews Poem
Two feelings, two emotions, not knowing what to do?
Who to pick?
Say yes to one hurt the other, a game you can't win.
Go with your heart hope for happiness.
A choice to make.
What do i do?
How do i feel?
I have this choice it is to hard.
Both are funny, both make me laugh, make me smile and makes me feel
beautiful.
A choice i am torn between.
One love i lost scared to love again.
What do i do?
A choice?
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Amanda Andrews Poem
Sometimes when things are so messed up.
You wonder how you will you go on.
Change is an unending process that is always cycling around from day to day.
Sometimes you don't even want to wake up in the morning, and yet you can't get
to sleep at night.
Your mind is spinning like a Ferris wheel that goes around and around and
finally
stops at the top, and you are waiting for it to start going again.
I myself wonder what tommrow will bring, constint wondering what should i do,
am i going to fall on my face today?
the pain of everyday life can become to much.
At times it feels like you have no more air left to take another breath of life.
Although we keep going though day to day we keep going. Blah...
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When you get dealt a hand at life, you have two chances to trade a few cards in
for another try.
When you get dealt a junk hand you have the choice to fold, to give up, but what
can you do except deal.
Crazy things they happen and you shouldn't get scared if it doesn't play out the
way you want it to.
You deal, you do what you can and when it seems life can not get any worse and
you can't do anymore you just deal.
It is the world and it is life it may suck at times but, what can you do besides just
deal.
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Sunrise overhead, wake up to the sweet smell of life, with a freshness of a
choice to do something great.
Grasp the fullness of your ability to move once again.
To walk with such knowledge, to be lucky to know yourself and to share what you
know with others.
Make a difference with a single word.
Show experience with the strength that you hold.
Words that I hear impact to a deeper meaning.
That you hold a likeness to me that seems like the spoken words of an angel.
A person brought into a souls life to help with a level of hope, that to speak
is enough to break through a thickness that has built up over the ages.
To consume the pain and make it vanish like a cloud on what should be a
beautiful day,
To hear the softness in your voice and to understand what you try to do.
For you to want to help me with what you can say is an amazing feat that
no soul has ever tempted.
A journey that not many hold the strength for, that falter before the mission
is complete. Speak to me once again; share with me your mind.
For those words I thank you my spoken angel.
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Amanda Andrews Poem
An addiction I know a failure to myself.
All that I was against has become a part of myself.
I hate it I love it.
I try to give it up, painful and discusting.
I hate how it tastes I hate how it smells, yet I get transed in it's exhaling glow!
Staring at the cigarette as it burns away, thinking to myself I will quit one of these days!
Yeah I use it as an excuse and a sad one at that.
One more puff and I will never look back.
Yeah I will quit tommrow, todays my last day.
I'm sorry I can't help it I want this addiction to just blow away.
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When I leave this life I will find my place in heaven.
Where the angels will sing to me and make me feel peace.
Where the pain that I feel will disappear and that hole inside will be filled.
The feeling of emptiness will be closed.
Here in this journey called life.
Knowing all that is expected of me, having the hope that one day I will feel
relaxation.
When I leave this life I will find my place in heaven.
So do not cry for me when I am gone, just know that I am at peace.
Feel no sadness, celebrate my life, because I have found my place in heaven.
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A love, a feeling that is locked away for so long that you forgot it was there.
A love you thought you shouldn't be felt, a sheet of guilt to feel for someone else.
Sacred to let myself be happy, wondering if i deserve to be.
A love that was locked away and now I am free to find the key to unlock that love
to let it fly.
A love that i know you feel.
A love that happened from the start.
A love that sets us apart.
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