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Amanda

About me...hmmm..well im proably the only opoinated person that keeps my mouth shut..i dont like to argue and i think that is where most of my poetry comes from..saying things i wish i could say in person..but instead im writing them down on a piece of paper. My mom is also a poet..her name is Tracy Merryman..yall should look her up..her work is breathtaking..the one thing i have learned fom my mom is to capture how i feel and put into words so that as the reader is reading my poem i want him or her to get i know how they are feeling..and they get how i feel..i want them to laugh and cry as i do..to connect with one another..i think that is why i do this.

Stories by Amanda

I want to rhyme words that will drop you to your knees words that might upset you or bring you some kind of ease. People are like plastic Fake and...
God, Open my heart to see how you see Open my heart to love how you love Open my heart to serve as you have served Open my mouth so I may...
I look at my life I’m dangling by a string Where did my spiritual walk go What is happening Where is God I need him now How did I let...
Lead me to the cross Where I humble myself for your glory. Where my sins are washed away and forgotten. Where you remind me that you will never...
I love the way you look at me, I love the way you stare. I love the way you smile, and run your fingers threw my hair. I love the way you hold me...
Insecure little girl Why do material things make you happy? You can’t buy happiness.  There is a void you fill with things of no...
Lord, give me that fire that you lit in me long ago. Like sunlight burning at midnight. I want to feel that fire and that glow on my skin...
Understand my point of view. where I’m coming from and where I stand. I love you to much to let you go and I’m holding on as tight...
Why? Why is it that when it comes for me to speak nothing comes out I wish my brain would work overtime so that I may put into words what I'm...
Here we are again. the yelling. the screaming. does it ever end? Is it possible to walk in each others shoes? or will that just prove your...
Do you have those days you want to break down and cry without having to tell anybody why when you think your all alone and no one is at home turn...
This isn’t a poem ... it’s testimony. I have always grown up in church … since around the age of five. I know right from wrong...

Kid

The butterflies you give is like nothing else. the way you say my name is like nothing else. the way my smile appears on my face is...
A lesson is learned and yet it is also taught we make mistakes and we learn from them learning a lesson or making a mistake is only...
New what does it mean? It’s crazy how a little word as new can mean many different things In God terms being made brand new is letting go...

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