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Saturday, August 24, 2019

Unfinished (A Poem)

Our friendship
Was like an
Unfinished verse.
It left to much
Unsaid.

©️Amanda Catherine

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Dark (A Poem)

Walking with a
Friend in the dark
Is better than
Walking alone
In the light,
Or so they say.
But friends will
Walk away either way.
You can feel them
Next to you,
Or so it seems,
But then
It hits you,
You've been walking
All this way alone,
And they were
Never right
Beside you.

©️ Amanda Catherine

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Envelope (A Poem)

Nighttime is the worst.
All the emotions
Come flooding in
And I feel lost.
Like an envelope
With no address.
I try to distract myself,
But all I can think of
Is what would've been.
Or still could be.
With the light of a match,
I still can't see,
But somehow I can
Think of a way to
Put all the blame
On me.

©️ Amanda Catherine

Monday, April 22, 2019

Breathe (A Poem)

You turn
And walk away,
Leaving me
In the pouring
Rain.
You don't
Look back,
It seems it's
Me your trying
To forget.
I hope you
Figure out what
You need, but
Never make
Your way back
To me.
The moment
You left was the
First time in a
While I was able
To breathe
And put myself
Above all else.

©️Amanda Catherine
@greeneyedwallflower


Monday, February 11, 2019

I'm sorry ( A poem)

I'm sorry I
Was your friend.
I'm sorry for the
Times we shared
Where you
Played me
Like a fiddle.
Where I was to naive
To care.

I'm sorry
I helped you,
It all seems
Like a waste now.

I'm sorry I couldn't
Be who you
Wanted me
To be.

I'm sorry that
I came across
To strong.

I'm sorry that
I cried when I
Thought I had
Done wrong.

I'm sorry I don't
Like your
Other friends
And being my
Friend wasn't
Worth it
In the end.

©️ Amanda Catherine

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Two Peas (A Poem)

I look at you,
You look at me
Our bodies form
Some sweet bond
That we can't see. 

I think you're crazy, 
You think I'm odd
But together we are
Two peas in a pod.

©️Amanda Catherine

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Little Scars: Chapter 4: Just A Little More Time


    Becca stands alone, because deep down she really is alone. It felt like everyone was against her. She asks Holly one more time
    "Who was that"? Holly rolls her eyes,
    "You wouldn't like the answer" she mumbles softly. Becca pins her against the wall and starts demanding answers, she had to know where her daughter was going and more importantly who with and... why. Holly starts laughing
    "You really are trying to hide you past aren't you? she says.
Becca steps back and puts her hands to her head in frustration,
    "I am not that person anymore!" She screams.
Silence and stares from everyone fill the air. Becca backs away and turns around and runs out the hotel lobby door. She falls to her knees and starts crying, she can't believe that this is happening all over again. She had run from this life, but it was always one step ahead of her. She has to find Ava, but she was running out of options and time.

    Ava gets out of the car and looks around. Her kidnapper stands next to her.
    "I never wanted to come back here" she says.
    "It was time" he says.
    "By the way my name is Ed" he says.
    "Such a simple name for a man who is claiming to be my worst nightmare" she says as she is smiling and walking away. She knew where she was, but the question that needed to be answered was why? Why after all these years was she brought back to here. The place that defined her in a way she hated. She looks up at the large brick building and sighs as she reads the sign "Belladonna Center for Lost Souls." She looks at her feet and kicks a rock into the building, she is frustrated and her mom is in the back of her mind. Ed starts to approach her as she slowly walk away, avoiding the inevitable was the only thing she could do at this point. Ed follow behind her and says
    "We can do this the hard way or the easy way, either way you will end up behind those walls  again."
    "I am just enjoying my last moments of solitude" she says.
    "Times up" he say as he grabs her and pulls her aggressively into the building. She looks back as the door slams behind her, the last view of sunshine she will get to see in a while.

©Amanda Catherine