Amanda

Amanda Aug 2015

Fact:

We all go through life punctuated
by
*lies, loss & love.

x

#love

Amanda Aug 2015

She does not speak of metaphors & rhymes.
She's more than pretty things & sweet excuses.
Her skin will not smell of sugar,
vanilla
&
butter.

Hihi!
I have fallen sick. Sigh. I feel hot & cold simultaneously, my throat is so sore and sand-papery.
Any home remedies?
x
Hope you all have been well.

#lady

Amanda Aug 2015

Post-Office

Eventually, the letters will just be letters.
{But they will always be mine.}

The syllables of lovely words will wilt a little. After all, blooms & daisies die.

His scent will never linger in your hair or on the edge of collars.
The kind of heart I wore on my sleeve will just be something I used to wear.

And he will wish someone Good night
in the way it is
not
a goodbye.

I had a cup of green tea whilst studying before, it was great.
eeek.
And so it begins, my continued love affair with green tea.
What's your favourite cup of tea?
Night night buttercups!
x

#love #bittersweet

Amanda Jul 2015

&

Crushed strawberries bled into freshly-washed white shirts.

Fingerprints upon hand-prints.

Breaths captured between smudges of sunlight.

The wink of bare rib-cages between hands and curious eyes.

Shyness blooms between gaps bubbling between
freckled noses & mouths.

I've been saving this one.
x
Chin up, buttercup!

#love #romance #sweet

Amanda Jul 2015

Bed time story

It is the oldest story we know.

They all lost their innocence.

Rib-cages became prisons,
the daisies plaited and knotted into hair wilted.

Hihi lovely
As a little kid, I loved bed time stories, it felt very safe and I felt rather invincible.
Do you like bed time stories?
x

#innocence

Amanda Jul 2015

Dentist

She has felt the rough edges
of
anger marrying sadness
against her
front
teeth.
The way happy tasted on her tongue.
And she has yet to find a right constellation of syllables for love.

One of the greatest lessons I have learnt is to never suppress your feelings.
I did that for the past month, and it was like an inward explosion.
None of it very good.
So, cry it all out if you need to, honestly.
Now, chin up, buttercup!
x
P.S This piece is meant to be happy. Here's to all the wondrous, dizzying, insane feelings of the human condition.
Here's to the good, the bad & the in-between.

#love #happy #bittersweet

Amanda Jul 2015

Buttercup

Didn't you know I kept a few smiles in my pockets?
Lined against tissues with lipstick prints on them.

Sigh. It will get better. It will.
It's so cold here in Melbourne. The blustery wind at night scares me.
How's the weather like where you live?
x

#smile #bittersweet