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Doctor, doctor I think I might be sick
What ails you dear madam?
Well It is like this…
My checks get warm
I being to feel queasy from the inside
My vision blurs and head starts to spin
My knees go weak
I cannot digest my food not even mothers famous lasagna!
I feel as if time is passes by  and very slowly
A minute feels like eternity
It keeps me up most nights and I find myself smiling for no apparent reason even in my sleep imagine that!
I hum when running errands and sing if no one is looking
What could be this be? I have been feeling this way for weeks now
The doctor looks up from his desk and gives his great big mustache a tweak
You have been… bitten by the love bug
A tiny thing, almost impossible to see
It is to be expected at least once in a person’s life time
I was 23 myself
So what should I do?
He smiles, but a sad one.. I am afraid there is no cure
 Jan 2017 Amanda Kay Hill
Dreamer
if you truly want something,
your heart will chase after it.
10(w)
 Jan 2017 Amanda Kay Hill
Dreamer
The crowd fades away
As chords in every melody
Rings in our ears,
And shivers downs in our body
It vibrates in every muscle
A musical fusion
Almost everything didn’t matter
It’s you, me and the beating rhythm
The graceful posture
The sway of every gesture
It’s a motion adventure.

Feeling the adrenaline pulsing through
Pervading the entity
Beating rhythm pounding, it electrifies the body
into graceful art, emancipating the sound of the music
Captivating the mind, liberating the young, reckless soul
covertly hidden inside an indifferent exterior

A freeing beauty
of movement to the rhythm
A therapy to the mind and body.
Dancing to the music,
feeling every tune
every beat
every breath of every movement,
with Explosions of Euphoria
how about that! :) I'm so proud of us, we did it! I'm having that totally awesome post-poem feeling you know? So incredibly honored to be working with you, dear Pax :) We did a fantastic job, woot woot! (((hug))))
 Jan 2017 Amanda Kay Hill
Dreamer
There she goes,
dressed in yellow
wearing a gaudy red cap.
Standing tall,
standing proud,
high on her shiny black heels.
She steps onto that lacquered white floor
As the girls around her
stifle with silent envy.
She leaves her elegant trail
everywhere she goes
when

Whoops!

She broke her little heel.
(Written in 4th Grade)
Everyday it gets harder.
Everyday it is a nightmare
                progressing on and on.
Everyday is another prayer
           echoing from my bones,
asking God to please take me now.
Everyday I close up more and more.
    It is getting more impossible to stay here.
Everyday I feel myself die more and more.
     When I  lay down each night,
I wonder how ill leave this hell..
       I never felt so much pain.
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Home alone.
You break down,
letting out everything,
crying as loud as you can.

Your family come home,
and here you go.
Fake smile,fake laugh,
pretend everything okay.

They do not suspect a thing.
They do not suspect their child is broken and falling apart.
Hope you like it
Why do you keep relapsing?
Well,
Its like yours mind give s you a hunderd reasons
To be happy.
And your depression says
Wait.
Here's a reason to be sad.
Every single thing thats wrong,
That you have done wrong
In your entire life.
All of the memories
And then that voice over rules
Everything.
Hope you like it
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