amanda-scott
American
The creative soul is one of passion, desire, hope, perpective, understanding, knowledge, and inspiration. My work comes from my heart, my words are real, and my emotions strong. The poems and stories I create come from the depths of my subconcious mind and are unleashed with my own sense of perfection. The meaning behind each and every one is deeper and more intuitive than meets the eye. Ponder them for a moment, and unlock their mysteries.
Maybe I'm crazy, for feeling this way.
For wanting a change, not wanting to stay.
Maybe I'm crazy, for screaming this out.
For opening up to the world in one shout.
Maybe I'm crazy, for the things that I've done.
For good or for bad, whether lost or have won.
Maybe I'm crazy, for the way that I see.
Seeing life in the way that I want it to be.
Maybe I'm crazy, for not following the flow.
For taking the direction that I want to go.
Maybe I'm crazy, for standing alone.
For wanting to be the person I've known.
Maybe I'm crazy, truthful or not,
This life that I'm living is the life that I sought.
Not to be normal, for money or fame,
To die as a person with an honorable name.
Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe you are,
For daring to think, that I wouldn't get far.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 11:47 AM UTC
Our life is a precious, amazing gift.
A gift from our God, who has given us this,
A body, a soul, a name, and a purpose.
A child of love, and two parents to birth us.
With each of our days we grow and we learn,
And through out our life, pure happiness we yearn.
We look in all directions, and search most our life
To find this pure happiness, and escape from all strife.
But in a world with so much dark hate,
Where could this be? And then what is our fate?
Life can be rough, a battle infact,
And with each of our falls, our faith is at lack.
But hope is not lost for the world still holds strong,
With the people of truth who sing the same song.
A song of purpose, a song of light
The answer to our prayers, to the ultimate fight.
See life is a time where most just live on,
Not knowing why or exactly how long,
But look deep inside to find it's true key,
The key that is God and how life should then be.
A life filled with good, hope, and our Lord,
As happiness flourishes with God as our sword.
To win this long battle, this rough, crazy fight,
We must look past the darkness, and seek Gods true light.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
Each moment of darkness will lead to much light,
And through every hardship, we continue to fight.
It's easy to be hateful, but much wiser to give love,
And by all our faith, we are watched from above.
It's truthful that in life, we will fail more than suceed,
But with each of our downfalls, the more courage we'll need,
To get right back up, and learn from our past,
And cherish each moment as if it's our last.
The strongest of people, are the ones who fell hard,
And continue to get up, unbroken, unscarred.
This is the hero, the one who stands tall,
For he is the fighter, the bravest of all.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
You broke my heart into a million pieces
Then said you wanted me back
Everyone deserves second chances,
But our love began to lack
You did it again, you broke your promise,
And broke my heart once more
Now you want me back again
But this time Iv'e shut the door
You killed the love and ignitied the hate,
And lost all trust I had,
I dont quite think you understand,
That you hurt me so very bad
Now that you've lost me,
Iv'e chained the door
And promised that I'd move on
But deep inside I know the truth
My love will always be strong...
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 5:12 PM UTC
From head to toe
you shiver and shake
at the violent winds.
Your bones start to ache.
These harsh winter days
are soon to pass by
as spring comes along
and paints a blue sky.
We sigh in relief
as robins set in.
The days start to warm
and snow becomes thin.
The sunshine awakes
and rabbits hop by,
telling all of their friends
to kiss winter goobye.
Buzzing bee's sing songs of
fresh blooming flowers
and spiders carve webs
to pass the long hours.
Ah! Yes, we love spring,
but winters still here
and as days pass along,
we have nothing to fear.
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 6:26 PM UTC
The world as I see it?
What kind of question is this?
The world as I see it,
has fallen with fists.
The violence, the fear,
the world bathes in rage.
And more has developed
as our world faces age.
The human heart
has become quite cold.
The story of peace
is no longer told.
The Earth is decaying
and dying today.
And inncoent souls
are passing away.
Shawdows of hate
have plagued this lost land.
This forsaken world
denys Gods command.
But there is still hope!
Our love is not lost.
Words spoken of peace
will come at a cost.
The world as I see it
has much more to learn
to heal the black scar
from the Devils Harsh Burn.
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 6:20 PM UTC
Soflty kissing your swollen soul
With a warm sensation that fills the hole
And cradles your heart like a fragile flower
And keeps you safe like a concrete tower
It cleanses your mind and comforts your heart
A wonderous feeling that most cannot part
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 10:47 AM UTC