• Amanda commented on the post, canvas 8 years, 1 month ago

    Brightly painted canvas
    Yet empty and waiting;

  • Amanda commented on the post, maroon 8 years, 2 months ago

    Maroon drips to the floor
    Covering the space you walked before.
    Everyone cries and declares accident
    But this loss of life serves no precedent.
    It was suicide, you and I both know;
    This was your final act, turned a canceled show.

  • Amanda commented on the post, wade 8 years, 2 months ago

    Wading deep; Deep into the stream of lies; The ocean of deceit; The river of broken promises. How far can the water rise Before I’m stripped of options? Just covering my ankles; He loved my family. Up to my knees; He would never cheat. Barely covering my shoulders; He couldn’t live without me. Covering all […]

  • Amanda commented on the post, cells 8 years, 3 months ago

    Each person composed the same,
    Down to the cells.
    But how then are we different?
    We’re different because of choices;
    Choices of how to live,
    Choices of who to be,
    Choices of who to befriend,
    Choices of life or death.

  • Amanda commented on the post, held 8 years, 3 months ago

    Held close in your arms, Warmed by the thought of being loved; It doesn’t matter if it’s real or not, Because it’s the thought that counts, right? You swore you loved me, You pledged your commitment. But every vow has been broken, Every line crossed over, Every argument cut short. Talk to me about your […]

  • Amanda commented on the post, wonder 8 years, 3 months ago

    Eyes shining in wonder, He looks upon the world with his first breath; But how treacherous is fate That he should die As a newborn, Born to never know life, Born to never know love, Born to never know anything. Born to a mother never to know her child, A mother soon to suffer Suffer […]

  • Amanda commented on the post, foreign 8 years, 5 months ago

    Foreign is this love.
    love that has no mean.
    love that is none,
    what is foreign when love is common
    what is love when foreign isnt common
    why shalt anyone love
    what makes one foreign
    why doth thou shout?