http://slow.writerscafe.org/AmandaWrites The original writings of author Amanda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776138900 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote this for my mom, who has not yet seen it. I'm really close with my mom, so this poem has lots of meaning in it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/735317/ This may seem almost more like a story... This is one of those poems where you just POUR every inch of your heart into it, yes, I do feel this away about "that place"... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/735223/ One of these days it'll hit you.Yes, one of these days it'll get you.You must know, not all through your life,will you be able to push people around the way you do.One of these days it'll hit you.Yes, one of these days it'll get you.The way you lie,with the slightest sigh.It's gonna .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/706503/ Everyday I get up,knowing the day ahead may bring menothing but mixed emotions.Every morning I go to school,or shall I say- dramaville...and even though I know what to expect from that place,it's still hard to keep the smile on my face,because of what may be going on.Every after.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/706502/ YouYour twisted words.Your wild actions.Your deep secrets.Your unsaid feelings.Your dirty truth.Your disgusting ways.You kill me inside.How you pretend like everythings the worst for you.And only you have the right to be blue.Being more of a victum,then a friend.When your tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/703339/ Sometimes, the way it goesbrings me to some questions.Do I even belong in this world?Do I mean ANYTHING to ANYONE?Do I have anyone I can count on?Do I have anything worth the tears?Sometimes I wonder,Do I? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/703216/ When you once cared for meMore then life itself,Is when things were at it's best.You always said nothing would stop you fromLoving me,Staying by my side, And always being there. But then that one day came alongAnd now everythings completely opposite Of how it used to be.The tears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/682421/ My feelings for you were once to deepbut now when I see you I feel this dark cloud come over me.I feel anger stewing inside.I feel hurt coming by me.I feel the past creeping to me.I cared so much.And all you cared about was what people thoughtAnd what other girls you could flirt with... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/682040/ You used to bring it upevery night and day.I used to avoid itBecause I never knew what to say.You bring up other thingsin the blink of an eyewhich makes me think,lay there, and sigh.Is it now awkward to you?Because now I'm bluebut it's nothing new,just Unthought of and never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/682032/ I sit there.and stare,off into space. I start to thinkand in just a blink,my mind has wandered off. Fighting back the tearsis harder than it appears,no matter what. I try not to cry,and hope I'll get bywithout a pool of tears beneathe me. It's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/678323/ Backing awaysince theres not much to sayand everyday I ask myself why. Backing awayfrom what I could sayand each dayI continue not to say it. Backing awayfrom what I want to sayand todayI'm going to try to stopBacking away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/678320/ Lately things haven't seemedto be exactly how I dreamedthey would be.Instead I've found myselfSighingCryingDying inside.For what reason?That I can't always answer.All I know,Is someday I'll showhow much I try to take on.I'm weakand it's hard to seekthe answers for everyth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/678307/ I'm thankful.I'm grateful.I'm more then that.I don't mean to complain,I know it won't help me gain,a thing when I do.But sometimes the pain just towers over melike a horse does a ladybug.I can't always control How it makes me feel.Even though it all happend so long agoIt's stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/678296/ Theres days...Where I feel completely lost.Alone.Sad. Theres days...When I feel I don't belong anywhere.Do I?Or when the sky just isn't seemingthe blue it usually appears to be.Or when the grassreally isn't as greenas it was yesterday.Theres days...That just don't go r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/678291/ Everyday, when I wakeI hope to breakyesterdays record. Everyday when I try,Not a minute passes bywhere I consider giving up. So I know,It's know than a showIt's a lifestyle. It's my passion.It's my dream.It's my life.It's my talent.It's my goal.It's w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/676559/ Have you ever felt... like you not good enough? and when things get tough,your all alone. Like theres nobody beside you,so theres no need to  hide. Like when you try your best,you feel you've failed the test,but really it's just complications. Like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/676557/ It's what I've always enjoyed.It's what makes bad days, good again.It's what I use as my way of clearing my mind.It's what I do to have a great time.It's what I've been doing, for almost 10 years.It's dance, and I love it so. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/656065/ It's left me scars. Not many people know,because I don't like to show,how it hurts.I like to say I have my ways,for the days,that it hurts the most.Sometimes I just don't like to complain.I'd rather dance in the rain,because at least that would make me feel better.At this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/656063/ Not a day passes, where I don't thinkabout the past three years.Not a day passes, where I don't feel the pain.Not a day passes,where I don't remember exactly everything that's happend.Not a day passes, where I don't feelit's changed me.Not a day passes,where I can't realize,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/656059/ I was taken by surprise.Out of all of the girls out there,you chose me.It's so sweet and amazinghow much you really care.The only things you don't care aboutare what other people see.and what other people think.and what other people will do,when they see what you do.Your careless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/533880/ It started out being so small.Barely noticible.I didn't know enough to care.I didn't think enough to realize.It started out as nothing to me.I never saw this comming.I didn't even know you.And if i ever saw you...It was like nothing.All it took was one thing,just one thing to c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/533873/ So confused about this.My heart pounds...as i think about thisMy mind wandersas i think about you.You've given me so muchyet it's never enough,for me to make up my mind.your many things...sweetsupportivekindcaringfunny.You tell me all these things that make my heart ski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/532356/ What you've done to me...no, theres no excuse.no reason.for what you have done to me. you've left scars...of lies...of blame...of pain...betray...and the unsupportive atittude you can't seem to go without.you've done a lot to me.. and the pain can not hold anymore.i'm about t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/531522/ A day without you is like a day without a breath...a day without you is like a stab of pain...a day without you is wanting to cry...it's hard to stand up to the pain...when i have a day without you...i don't know how i can last,the pain is just unbelivable.i can't seem to get through w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/531520/ She.... she always gets jealous,never lets me breathe.she never understands,theres other people in my life.she blames me for everything,which i don't understand.she calls me names, which hurts so bad.she lies to me,which crosses the line.she's rude to me, which stays on my mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/531396/ My family...yes they can be lazy...and drive me crazy..but i love them and don't know what i would do without them.Sometimes they make a scene...or make me wanna scream..but that's okay..because day by day, their here.. not there... their here, always.My family... i love them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/531388/ Maddy.I love my friend Maddy.She is kind.And yes, she would hurt a fly..but so would i.Her spiked hair..oh you couldn't compair..she's awesome..like a blossom..in tune,about ready to blume.She's Maddy, my friend... and i love her :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/531387/ Your my pal.I'm glad i have you... because i've really needed someone.Your there when i need ya, which is always nice!Your not rude... like the taste of a hot spice.We have lots in common... which makes everything better.You have a good sense of humarand you don't show much fumar.Your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/531383/ It's what you said.It's what you lied about.It's what you avoided.It's what you blamed me for.It's what you told me.It's what happened.It's what you did, when it happend.It's how you reacted...It's what you did.Why?I've always been so good to you.Never lied.But yes, cried.N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/528255/ She doesn't want you to tell her she's hot.She wants you to tell her she's beautiful. She doesn't want you to want her.She wants you to need her. She doesn't want you to be afraid to speak the truth..She wants you to tell her everything. She doesn't want you to drift.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/528241/ So i told you, never tell a soul.It was a bursting rage of anger,the second you told that soul,you knew it was bound to happen.Things would never be the same.I know your only human, i am too.Just remember what i told you, never tell a soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/527783/ Shattered broken pieces of glass..Oh they knew it would never last.For she's up.And he's down.She's left.He's right.She's here.He's there.It's so sad.And now it's shattered broken pieces of glass.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/527782/ Well, so i guess it's just typical. I guess it's just another change.Just another course of pain. Making me wanna dance in the rain.Will it ever get better? Is it worth it?It's the on-going drama. It's the on-going hurt.It makes me feel like dirt.And that's when i once again, think to my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmandaWrites/527773/