Amanda McGuire

Joined November 2021

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Just a girl writing for fun… With a passion for helping others and striving to always be my most authentic self.

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On a night like this
It’s a warm night, a balmy night. The last bit of moisture from a late summer storm hangs in the air. She sits quiet and thoughtful, a glass of crisp, cold wine in hand.
By Amanda McGuire5 months ago in Poets
Something
Something Happened… An organization recognized my worth today. Saw how I could add value to their bottom line. I laughed out loud at the gym today. It was over something that could be considered an inside joke.
By Amanda McGuire6 months ago in Poets
Not yours
You left my bed, but you also left marks on my skin and an ache in my heart. Unspoken words on deaf ears. The look in your eyes as you watched me is different now.
By Amanda McGuire7 months ago in Poets
In Here
There’s hope. There’s fear. There’s a chance to disappear. In here. There’s happiness. There’s love. There’s faded memories.
By Amanda McGuire9 months ago in Poets
The Luchador
I thought about you today. Many times actually. I wanted to reach out, to text you. But I didn’t. I dreamt of you the other night, it was a bit of a strange dream, and you were the only thing in it that felt real. I wanted to reach out, to tell you about it. But I didn’t.
By Amanda McGuire10 months ago in Poets
What do you miss?
I lay there listening to the pitter patter of rain through my open window. My thoughts drift to your words as I find myself longing to be in your arms.
By Amanda McGuire11 months ago in Poets
Edit
The why is always what’s left. Sometimes it comes out of nowhere. But usually there are signs. Even though subtle, they were there like little bread crumbs. Leaving a trail like that Hansel and Gretel followed to their fate.
By Amanda McGuire11 months ago in Poets
Again?
As I drove, I was filled with happiness, with hope. We had plans, we had spoken that morning. You told me about how you’d been thinking of me.
By Amanda McGuireabout a year ago in Poets
Her
She wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s fought for everything she has, either in sweat, brain power, broken hearts, tears or emotional wealth.
By Amanda McGuireabout a year ago in Poets
Contortionist Puppet
In your presence I’m in a trance. With one glance my insides dance. I’m the puppet and you’re pulling the strings. Conditioned to jump every time your phone rings.
By Amanda McGuireabout a year ago in Poets
Soundtrack
Music notes drifting unseen through the air. Creating a beautiful combination of sounds through vibration. The beautiful raw highs and lows of the instruments drawing me in.
By Amanda McGuireabout a year ago in Poets
Call the proper authorities
Slowly drifting off to sleep and my thoughts turn to you. Wondering if you’re happy. Hoping you’re safe. A smile on my lips as I think of what could be. Ideas painting pictures in my head of happy moments to be had.
By Amanda McGuireabout a year ago in Poets

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On a night like this

Something

Not yours

In Here

The Luchador

What do you miss?

Edit

Again?

Her

Contortionist Puppet

Soundtrack

Call the proper authorities

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