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Feb 2015 · 706
my drug of choice
Manda Lise Feb 2015
Your bright green eyes show what words cannot
I’m mesmerized by the message they send
For our love, it’s the hardest I’ve fought
The feeling you give me was what I once sought.
You sweep me off my feet with a single glance
With you, I made a choice, I took a chance.
The best decision I’ve made by far was you
And I assure you my word is always true.
I could never do you wrong
Because in your arms is where I belong.
So please never doubt my love and affection
Because I know my heart was meant to be yours
It’s obvious we have a strong, unfaltering connection
When you touch me my beating heart soars
And seems to either do one of two things:
It stops for a moment, maybe just two seconds long
But it’s enough to realize you make the world stop,
As though the earth had ceased to spin on its axis
And the only two people to exist were us.
Or my heart may begin to speed up rapidly
Racing as if I ran a mile straight without stopping
Or as if I were on some kind of upper, high as a kite
And you were the only drug my heart could handle.
So if you ever begin to have a doubt about me or us
Remember what you put my body through
Endless racing hearts and nearly shortened breaths
Because you are electric to me and can both shake me
And calm me in less than five seconds.
You are the only person who can bring me to my knees
The only one to see my absolute worse,
While praising me at my very best.
The only one who knows me better than I even do
Who can make me laugh, cry, scream, and smile
All in a single day
Written March 28, 2014
Jan 2015 · 557
Early Mother's Day Poem
Manda Lise Jan 2015
Mother, I have seen you shed tears for death
I have witnessed you cry for me too
For the mistakes I have made so frequently
And the pain I once caused you
For being the rebel child
But you never once stopped loving me

I know you have been through mill
We have been through it all together
Families like ours cannot be so easily torn
When a mother like you is at the head
I will never stop caring for a mother like you
Who always tries her level best to make ends meet
To always provide for her family
Even if the outlook isn't too bright

Remaining positive for all of us is your absolute strength
When we need you most, you always deliver
I'm trying to put it frankly, as easily as I can without being corny
But I do not think you have ever truly known how much I love you
I am grateful and lucky to be your daughter
Even if I might shout at you, or seem rude
I would not be the person I am today without you

You are the one I blame for my loud mouth
The one I accuse for giving me my small stature
You have given me my thick mane of unruly hair
I am sure I get my worrying nature from you
The one who cares much more about everyone else rather than herself
You have given me the gift of life
And it's something I can never pay back
Thank you mom, for everything
Written 2010 when I was 17
Jan 2015 · 1.5k
Messy Fragments
Manda Lise Jan 2015
Don't smile because you are happy,
Smile because you have no other option left.
Be to me, what the others have failed to see.
And you'll find out that this is what you need.

By walking around for years without any sole purpose,
When you stumbled upon this you assumed it would be for the best.
And your assumptions led to the truth.
It is taken the place of the darkness or sorrow.

I hope my frail words hold some meaning to you,
Because I write for that exact reason.
That maybe you'll read my words and understand
All the words I attempt to speak, that will not come out.

This is all difficult because, taking the words of a friend,
"Life is messy."
Messy like the bottom of a junk drawer,
That hasn't been cleaned out in years.

But perhaps we can clean out this mess,
And have a yard sale for all to witness.
And they'll see we've become a better version of ourselves,
Without the messy fragments of life.
written August 2010
Jan 2015 · 866
Mismatched Socks
Manda Lise Jan 2015
She always wore mismatched socks because,
Well why not wear them?
The excitement in her eyes constantly could never really fade,
Until it did fade and it’s gone now.
Where did she go, where did she leave to?
The girl who lived in a pumpkin, with unthinkable *****,
Who laughed the loudest at every joke,
Even if it wasn't that funny, but wanted to make the person telling it feel good.
Where is she now, what has become of her?
She walks around uncertain about the way her life goes,
When she is perfectly capable of figuring out the puzzle.
She would drink out of goblets to be apart from the norm,
And because they looked "cool" in her hands.
She would skip around to get to her destination,
Just for the fact that walking was overrated.
Her persona is fading away, the quintessential girl everyone knew is still there,
But inside she is falling into a slump.
How can she be reunited with her old self, when all that is in front of her,
Is beginning to change?
Everything is starting to become clear, but it will hurt others,
How can she accept the change is for the better,
When she's been so accustomed to what has become of her life?
Written October 2010
Jan 2015 · 498
The March
Manda Lise Jan 2015
Swallow that pride, do not fear to let it go
Chin up, march along little solider, march on
Indistinguishable laughter eventually ceases
Until a glory burns up, freeing you from the pressure.
Doubting your character, it will subside,
So long as it is permitted.
Fly your new colors, paint your new pictures
Not a muttered melody of melancholy,
Tangled twists of truth will rise above all other thoughts
To slap you right in the face.
Listless days of the past seem a folly,
When your true potential is cast upon reasoning.
written August 2011

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