Chances With Me (A Poem)

"Wait"

Everyone says

as the young girl heads toward the door.

Knowing that she deserves better than this.

No one can stop her now,

she has been hurt one

to many times.

Her bags are packed,

she is ready to leave

all of this behind.

She had come for acceptance

and spontaneity,

now that seems like

a  far off fantasy.

She needs to go home

back to where she belongs,

where she is accepted.

Not torn down,

compared to others,

never being enough.

She had it all once,

then she threw it away

for some minor thought

that wouldn't go away.

Needing to get that back

and deciding change is the only answer.

Thinking will he ever want

this chance with me?

She heads out the door now,

leaving the life she made behind

She thinks of hope and love

and knows they are the answer

All she can do know is try her best, waiting.

Waiting, for another chance with me. 

©Amanda Catherine

Why I Write

When I think of a time that I am most comfortable with myself, writing always brings a smile to my face. When I write my poetry, I describe my life from my point of view and the situations that I have gone through. My life may not be the best it could be at some points but I know that later something beautiful will come from it. As I put pen to paper I can feel the world become a peaceful place where I am free from all the eyes that are watching me. I am comforted by knowing that when people read my poetry they can put on my skin and see the world from my eyes. As I write I think about how I would want the world to be. With only my pen to judge me I am given a greater freedom of thought, from the constraints of others judgments.I am free to explore a world of my own thinking. My writings take me to a beautiful place of what ifs. It is my hope that others may visit this world and find an escape for themselves.

©Amanda Catherine

Love (A Poem)

When we both met each other eye to eye

we only heard things about each other

that almost made us cry.

But those two minutes we spent

talking on the phone made me

feel like I was home, with you.

I had an eager to tell you

but all I did was lie

until one day I blurted out the whole thing

and almost made you cry.

This is love that I am feeling,

and from the bottom if my heart

I hope you feel the same way as I do.
©Amanda Catherine

This is the first poem I wrote when I was in the 7th grade. I currently revised it so it flowed better. :)

Happy (A Poem)

All I ever do,

is runaway.

Runaway from

My problems,

My life,

My future.

It’s time,

It’s time to change,

Change into what

I was afraid to become

Happy.

~mandamoonflower~

What is Beauty (A Poem)

"What is beauty?"

The young girl thinks

to herself sitting alone,

she isn't pretty enough

to sit with her friends.

They all point and laugh

because she is different.

Different in ways

no one likes.

"That doesn't make me a bad person"

she says to herself.

What a waste,

no one will realize this, until too late.

Too late to change

her friends and

what paths they chose

in their lives.

"Maybe this could be different"

she thinks

I could change myself

to what they think is better.

But then I would not be

being truthful

 to me.

That is what is beauty

most of all. 

©Amanda Catherine