ink.
spilled ink.
made a stink about spilled ink.
it stained the sink,
this ink.
the missing link?
do you really think!
the spilled ink,
it stained the sink,
and mother made a stink
(or what i think was a stink)
about all the spilled ink.
i couldn’t blink.
it didn’t stink,
i think,
the ink.
but mother made a stink,
and then a wink,
to the spilled ink.
“oh, we can but another sink.”
(8/12/09)
Stop all the wars.
It’s our time to dance.
Try happiness
and give peace a chance!
I am fragile.
A delicate flower,
yet not a flower at all.
There are no roses on my cheeks,
nor do I have golden hair.
Raven is my mane,
my face, pale.
Water rolls off my petals all the time,
forever dewey and sublime.
People never stomp on me,
but I know they want to,
while the wind whispers it’s rhyme.
*This is one that I wrote a while ago…around Christmastime last year. It is going to be published soon. 
It’s a struggle everyday
to keep the thoughts away
The ones that turn minds gray
till nothing’s left to say.
Hey everyone!
I would very much appreciate it if you would give me a chance and take the time to read my poems and tell me what you think of them. I will reply to any comments left. Thanks! 
-Amanda
I remember what you were like a long time ago
before everything.
Before life happened.
I miss the days with the real you I once had
before darkness.
Before madness.
I want you back with me and I want you to stay that way
after I say this.
After I tell you.
I need you back feeling the same as me, laughing with me
like before the actions.
They slowly deystroyed you…
I never used to be like this!
My life is hit and miss!
And now my mind consists
of thoughts I’d much rather dismiss.
Electricity
flows freely
between the two of us.
Unexpected,
unaccepted,
a mystery, a must.
A dream of waves,
Silent silky love,
Sing gentle,
Be kissed,
Sweet breeze take the sun.
You rest your eyes,
at the same time,
I wake.
You think you’re all right,
at the same time,
I’m fake.
You try to smile,
at the same time,
I quake.
You say it’s okay
but I
vacillate.
