Amanda

Joined October 2024

16 stories

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Angst? Just an esoteric soul wrapped up in 21st-century BS hoping one day it'll make sense where I fit into all of it; one day I'll see the light at the end of the tunnel. For now... I write because if I spoke, the words might be lost

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Quarter-life crisis
I've learned not to share the most important things with people Music, food, experiences, love, your heart, because some people are just lacking in appreciation
By Amanda 12 months ago in Poets
Saudade
I am from the Earth Not of the earth I walk this path I know I must learn The alleged truth is that we earn the right to be here
By Amanda 12 months ago in Poets
Who I am when I'm with you
I hate how my voice comes out when I'm talking to you So high pitched, so modulated and filtered It's like someone else is speaking entirely, it's like I'm not me when I'm around you
By Amanda 12 months ago in Poets
Miroh
We fight I walk away Each step I take scares me, it's frightening It hurts but it's necessary I can't just let myself fall into unwilling forgiveness because
By Amanda 12 months ago in Poets
To be loved is to be seen
Letting someone in Letting you love me First means to admit I haven't been loved enough To admit how desperately I want it
By Amanda about a year ago in Poets
Should I?
What if I just... No, I shouldn't But maybe...I mean what if I really did just No It could hurt couldn't it It already does, at least this time I'll have somebody
By Amanda about a year ago in Poets
Dear soulmate
Dearest I dream of you still Before, it came almost as easily as closing my eyes And yet now it feels as though I must beckon you forth
By Amanda about a year ago in Poets
Precious
Where does one even begin Best friend, you like me but not as much as I like you it seems Little to no effort There is love
By Amanda about a year ago in Poets
Bare
Letting someone in Letting you love me First means...to admit I haven't been loved enough To admit how desperately I want it
By Amanda about a year ago in Poets
The Price Of Beauty. Content Warning.
The price of beauty Beauty has a price. Beautiful people are so used to having everything so they don't appreciate anything
By Amanda about a year ago in Poets
Jack of all trades
Jack of all traits My mom always called me the jack of all trades The more talents I found I have The more careers I felt I was destined to have
By Amanda about a year ago in Wander
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He calls me cute But I think about all the ways I am not And I dread the day he finally finds out He tells me I'm beautiful
By Amanda about a year ago in Poets

Amanda

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Quarter-life crisis

Saudade

Who I am when I'm with you

Miroh

To be loved is to be seen

Should I?

Dear soulmate

Precious

Bare

The Price Of Beauty. Content Warning.

Jack of all trades

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