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Amanda Casey Jul 2013
joyce foo*,
that's what they call you
oh honey,
now we all know your love for food
and your joyful nature
only because you're (joy)ce (foo)d.
Dedicated to my one and only friend; Joyce! Gloomy days will be over honey, sending out my hugs and kisses to you :*
Amanda Casey Jul 2013
“there,
she lays still.
just as the sun sets and rises,
so does she;

her mind whispers “intertwined”
her emotions;
perplexed

she breathes.
with those big dreams,
she wonders and wanders.
shortsighted and obscured,
muddled thoughts.
selfish,
she was selfish.”
Virg attempt, so pardon me will you :-)
Amanda Casey Jul 2013
selling our hearts out;
like an auction
bid after bid,
open up the doors to the world
only to perceive we're left with nothing
nothing; nada!

the image of love so warped;
blurred visions,
we hit the skids,
we fail to apprehend,

that only One can satisfy
the One who created us
made from dust,
made for more,
made with love,
by love,
to love

with arms I'll gladly receive
this love given so freely-
this agape love
To those who have been seeking for love, search no more for love has already been given unto you // just an expression of my love for the Father :-)
Amanda Casey Jul 2013
the tummy rumbles
as her heart tumbles
             underneath the mumbles
                                 as she fumbles
with her book that read "humbles"
What I do on nights I can't sleep.
Amanda Casey Aug 2014
some nights I go to bed with a heavy heart;
drowned in thoughts of utter disgust
I can't bare to take a peek at the mirror,
for all I see is nothing but dust

some mornings I awake fresh and confident,
silky hair and sparkly eyes; the day is mine.
with my chin raised and chest stuck out,
I grace the place with my smile ablaze

I... feel beautiful.
hold on, the night draws and the day passes
I'm back to where I am
so tell me, who am I?

I am both; the day and the night
but may my nights turn to days
and may my tears be extinct
for I, am coming Home.

I am beautiful.

– 1.9.14
It's been forever since I last wrote, so I'm not feeling confident at all. But this poem exemplifies how I am feeling right now; insecure and inadequate. But I am His child, and I was never made to feel this way.

— The End —