Amanda Jane | WritersCafe.org

i've loved the golden girls since i was a baby girl.

10/8/11.

so white i could hardly see this screen.

10/8/11.

it always burns in the end.

9/30/11.

he told her it was a poetic device and she took it to heart.

9/28/11.

i trip over the evidence more than the dead body.

9/15/11.

i waited it out but i'm still scared.

it's just a story. 9/10/11.

and when i say "short and sweet," i'm not talking about my poem.

8/30/11.

like a one-way mirror.

8/30/11.

cold as ice, drowning in the silence.

just something. 8/28/11.

nothing but smoke and spearmint between them.

5/18/11, with a line from 5/7/11.

forever, for never, let's try again.

just good enough, i suppose. 4/26/11.

hunger.

4/11/11. i don't particularly like this but i'm trying to write often. and particularly if the mood strikes me. for better or for worse, at least it's practice.

i don't know where they are anymore.

it's just s**t. 4/10/11.

for him, on april 5, 2010.

5/7/2010. i will say, one year later, that everything you made me feel was a lie. to you, to myself. "every line is about who i don't want to write about anymore."

if you think this is about you, it probably is.

9/14/10.

steady yourself.

4/7/11. it's a lot of repetition but i don't care today.

just something.

4/4/11.

wedding vows, four years too early.

3/21/11. "and i know that i had sworn i'd never trust anyone again, but i didn't have to."

steps in hatred are still progression.

i don't know when i'll be over this, but god knows i'm trying. baby steps, or learning to breathe again on your own. 3/12/11. when the only thing that's on my mind is all the things you tried to ruin.

rambling.

3/12/11.

a short story.

2/16/11.

nothing.

2/2/11. it's s**t but so is losing your home.

fake words for real feelings.

maybe a work in progress. i might just leave it as is. 1/29/11.

one, two, three.

1/28/11.

the clock is ticking.

1/8/11.

what a way to end a year.

it started out strong and ended in s**t. much how my life was this year, lol. 12/30/10.

that glimmer was a reflection of the fluorescents.

i don't know why they did it, but they did. twice in one week. my eyes may be empty, but damn did they make me feel beautiful. 11/25/10.

even now, years later, tears are in my eyes.

i still feel so terrible for that. i know it was dead anyway, but i didn't need to crush it anymore. 11/14/10.

the change in the weather only makes it better.

sometimes change is good. <3 11/6/10 - 11/8/10.

for everyone that has made me this angry, f**k you.

11/04/10. something like that. i hadn't written in a while anyways.

bad news bears just aren't as cuddly.

10/10/10.

the piano is really quite beautiful.

10/5/10.

being rough is sometimes the nicest thing you can play.

i was inspired to write this when i was listening to "and now the one you loved is leaving" - lydia. 10/5/10.

but maybe i won't have to run anymore.

inspired by "summer skin" - death cab for cutie. Oct 1, 2010

because boys can have broken hearts, too.

9/29/10.

i don't have a title because it's too f*****g sad.

9/29/10. rip, david.

short and sweet.

09/25/10.

the sixteenth of september.

9/17/10. 4:05am.

just too much.

7/29/11.

the best part about you is how quickly you're finished.

7/29/11.

I've been holding out.

7/1/11.

not even worthy of page six.

9/17/10.

it's a revolution.

9/15/10.

i'll do anything to procrastinate this paper more.

9/11/10.

my heart is entirely intact.

i think. 9/2/10.

oh, and don't let the door hit your a*s on the way out.

8/26/10.

i hope you know i miss you every second of every day.

8/7/10.

i have nothing else to say for now.

just because, lately, i am a very angry person. 7/30/10.

guns are all the harsh words we neglected to say.

in response to this poem that i found inspiring: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/if-love-is-a-weapon-what-are-guns/ it's possibly unfinished. 7/26/10.

what goes up must come down; what enters my life, must leave.

7/19/10.