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I just can't get it together
Problems, including the weather
Plan and try
As time goes by
They can't hold me back forever
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
Your contradictions spawn conflictions in my mind
your left, right means up, down.
Your hello means goodbye!

I love you means...

I can't find the silence, you've got me talking in my sleep
your brazen, media-vomited words burn my eyes at every turn
a facebook generation of mindless self-indulgence. You're herding us like sheep!

Your acceptance means...

Our bodies a £1 per kilogram, a friend request per ******* picture.
All of the reflections have glassed eyes for our souls have been reduced to stocks.
So many cracks in humanity, a group for every side, we don't know why were fighting. To far apart to see the divide.

Your acceptance means I love you.
I love you means you will never be good enough!
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
For the people who say, 'the world is leaving you behind!'
tell me, where is it taking you?
If you think having morals like loyalty and self-respect is reason enough to be excluded from your journey,
ask yourself;
**Who is choosing that I stay?
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
Home; different from a house as there is more than walls to keep you warm.
Home; where the smiles upon your favourite faces shine brighter than the highest watt bulb.
Home; blanket dens and too many pillows, crumbs in the bed and laughing louder than the storm!
Home;  where the monsters dare not tread because here your heart and soul are strongest!

*
Home is where ever I'm with you!
  Jan 2017 Amanda Francis
Colm
Rain…
Down…
Hear the sound of my voice as it
Pounds…
Out…
In the rain hear the words as they
Are…
Now…
Mere reminders of who we once
Were...
And how…
There is no time left waiting for
Us…
Now…
So as the voices of rain ever fall
Down…
Would you honor me with your
Reply?
Now?
https://rainymood.com/
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
I was told perfection didn't exist;
until you proved me wrong.
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
January blues are bittersweet,
Red berries stand resistant to the mourning frost.
death lingers amongst the trees, reigning over a white paradise.
A delicate green **** blows like a flag in the snow, refusing to surrender.

A paradise lays amongst the remains for those willing to see.
cradled in the arms of a great oak, under a blanket of a thousand stars.
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