tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46372270682064701172024-02-20T00:30:23.716-08:00AMPoesy"In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art."Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.comBlogger296125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-14698619579018398692017-02-20T08:19:00.001-08:002017-02-20T08:19:29.233-08:00Morrendo<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6hTvYp45MX27gc2gBZ0nW77VOIg5Y8wxVI1UYj2MUyNeNN5ucNuHHoLZ33cjpVs0E7AiLD658ag8hdJacc_WG1Y-YmRoNLJ95UKO8gnkM0wSIBZOHcy_IW78EROxHNuuFQlCD4dT2HWi/s640/blogger-image--1942981329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6hTvYp45MX27gc2gBZ0nW77VOIg5Y8wxVI1UYj2MUyNeNN5ucNuHHoLZ33cjpVs0E7AiLD658ag8hdJacc_WG1Y-YmRoNLJ95UKO8gnkM0wSIBZOHcy_IW78EROxHNuuFQlCD4dT2HWi/s640/blogger-image--1942981329.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div>Sempre morrendo... </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>de vontade de te tocar e não poder te ver, de querer te ouvir e não encontrar sua voz, de desejar seu corpo esparramado sobre mim e não te ter por perto.... </div><div><br></div><div>morrendo de raiva por ter ciúmes, de solidão por te ignorar, de ingratidão por esquecer como me faz bem, de ignorância por não querer pedir perdão...</div><div><br></div><div>morrendo de paz ao segurar sua mão, de beleza quando seus cabelos dourados acariciam meu rosto, de encanto quando seus olhos azul turquesa brilham em me ver, de riqueza por te chamar de meu...</div><div><br></div><div>morrendo de tantos desejos ainda não realizados, de momentos perfeitos dentro de corações quebrados, de loucura por não saber ser melhor...sempre morrendo para poder viver ao seu lado. </div><div><br></div><div>Amanda Miranda </div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-16922781286469804232017-02-15T20:29:00.001-08:002017-02-15T20:29:38.287-08:00You and Nothing Else<br><div><br></div><div><p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">To believe you can be the dream the campaigns are selling, to aspire to be like the marketing illustrations, to attempt to live the beautiful illusion, to turn yourself into</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"> beautiful lies...</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">or to accept the beautiful lies as they are and to go on creating beautiful moments in sp ite of the barren garden of deception around you. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">To recognize and understand the empty dreams being sold, to create your own dreams, to find a little space inside your heart and begin to cultivate...</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">to expose your soul to light, to plant seeds of love, to bloom fully from the </span><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);">inside out</span><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">, to be the peace that's missing in the dreams being sold, to be the love that's lacking in the beautiful lies being told, to be your dream realized, to be authentic, original, blessed, loved, to be as you are and nothing more. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p></div><div><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"><br></span></div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-86147851734811389642017-02-15T19:25:00.001-08:002017-02-15T19:25:29.368-08:00Artists<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Our physical, emotional and spiritual expressions are inspiring and necessary evolutionary tools. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">My talent comes with a side of torment, for it can be difficult to understand or balance so many visual feelings. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">To have such an intense memory of events while some do not can be alienating, to remember details others might never see because they weren't "there" in that moment with you can be confusing. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We wonder if we're mad for vividly remembering, for feeling memories, for desiring to express touching details, we question our sanity for fantasizing and dreaming and investing so much into visions. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; min-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We wonder because for us these visions, these intense details inspire creation, these visions inspire our thoughts, emotions and decision to share with others. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Many times the </span><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);">muse</span><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"> does not know, see or remember us, sometimes even if they are part of our reality or moments which inspired us they might not remember us, themselves or the experience in the fashion which we have painted them or the experience.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">This can be called a "sleeping muse", when the reality of the events are only real to the writer, when the person in subject does not relate to the experience as it is depicted by the artist. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Nonetheless we should still express ourselves, we should still create no matter what our mind is telling us. For example, when our thoughts are saying, "don't be foolish, it's all in your head", "don't express that for it's only real in your mind". </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Well, those thoughts could be true and there's nothing wrong with them being true. For these events are taking place in our heads, our mind, and even if these thoughts are delusions they are our thoughts and it is our life that is affected when we hold things in or are too afraid to explore what's going on inside ourselves. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">If we are here to grow and evolve then we should attempt to understand what is going on in our mind, this can help us comprehend why we like or dislike whatever it is that we like or dislike. Knowledge of self can help us distinguish underlying causes of negative behavior patterns.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">And perhaps this knowledge can even help us experience brilliant moments which we never might have because we had some sort of unresolved trauma blocking our vision of potential enlightening experiences. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Seeing what you're thinking and feeling through artistic expressions such as words, music, pictures, etc., may help your evolvement. It doesn't matter if what you feel is only true or attempting to be real in your reality. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Imagination is phenomenal, it expands our reality. It can also stretch us out, spread us thin in ways that can be difficult to cope with. Some fantasies are so pleasing that it can be hard to let go of, and some people will let go completely and live in fantasies. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">This has its ups and downs, but who is to say what is right or wrong. If someone wants to believe they are a cat and live as such who am I to say "hey, you're wasting your life by not living as a man as well", for what is it to live as man anyway. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">But I have come to understand that for me to remain in and invest thoughts and feelings in certain fantasies can be emotionally exasperating. It's nice to want physical things and work towards them or to love and adore someone, but to consume yourself with achieving certain materials or to breathe someone in and out all day long is consuming to other parts of ourselves that also need expression. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Some do encourage us to dream and imagine all possibilities, to explore every feeling, to know ourselves completely and exceed limits placed on our minds by our own self. But to entertain, expand and share thoughts soaked with intense feelings is an emotionally straining task and requires balance. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We all have a talent for expression which can be cultivated in many different ways. Each individual can create their own way to express their dreams, fantasies and realities. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Our limitlessness is evident in the way each of us create our lives, our style, appearance, personality, voice, attitude, detailed characteristics, defining thoughts, complex emotions, particular accents, etc. The way each of us see, feel and experience life is different, this unique phenomenon, the creation of being is each individual's own creation. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">My talent is my vision and my vision is a reflection of my being, and so is yours.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text';"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p><div><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"><br></span></div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-21316274077004772742017-02-15T19:16:00.001-08:002017-02-15T19:16:18.288-08:00Mais<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"> Que o futuro nos traga Paz interior, alegria espiritual, amor incondicional. Que conquistemos tudo que merecemos com trabalho, dedicação, perseverança. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Vamos lutar por nossos sonhos, que a chama que queima dentro de nossos corações nunca se apague, que nossa alma continue brilhante. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Que venha beleza, que nossos pés nos leve a montanhas altas e prosperas, que nossa amizade cresça com nossos esforços. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Quero sempre um peito cheio de calor, uma paixão queimando a alma, um amor que venha de dentro para fora, uma beleza que se vê com a alma. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Que possamos sempre nos amar mais. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-25382442199645290332017-02-15T19:12:00.001-08:002017-02-15T19:12:06.161-08:00Who's hurting you?<br><div><br></div><div><p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Nothing that resides within you can be taken without consent. So no one stole your heart, they didn't hurt your self esteem, how could they have reached inside your chest and manipulated your feelings? </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">There's nobody else, there's only you projecting the images you see and the feelings you feel. You make it stay, you take it away, you will it. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">The virtue of peace is that it is an action in every step in every path through every passageway. As love is a verb and time and dreams don't always agree. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p></div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-89308441886095328672017-02-15T19:09:00.001-08:002017-02-15T19:09:10.641-08:00Silent Desires<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I keep it to myself </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">What I truly desire </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">What I want to feel </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I keep it to myself </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); min-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I see you looking</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">You show yourself </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We snuggle in dreams </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">And I chase you here </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I write cause you don't </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Though I've asked you </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">It's never a good time </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">So I keep it to myself </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">This isn't a sad prose</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Desire doesn't hurt </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">It makes my heart full </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">And I keep it to myself </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p><div><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"><br></span></div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-74911831765902203652017-02-15T18:55:00.001-08:002017-02-15T18:56:26.583-08:00Love? Really?<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Make sure you're not saying I love when they buy you something, that you don't just say these words in your mind when you see an attractive picture of them or when others are starring endearingly at them. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Make sure the thought of how much you love them also comes up when you remember the last argument you had, think about the last time they pissed you off, the last kind words they said to you.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Remember the last time they hurt your feelings and what they did about it. So when you say I love you you're sure you really do love another completely and fully with your entire being. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-62378945544825533422017-02-15T18:51:00.001-08:002017-02-15T18:51:14.854-08:00Collision<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Two worlds crashing </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">One life ending to begin again </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We come clothed in niceness </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Begging for acceptance </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Preparing ourselves for another </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Opening our heart to receive </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We forget we are two </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">One heart misunderstood </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">One mind with unique views </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">He says, "come, my perfect angel"</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">She says, "where are we going" </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I push my belly against his </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">He tells me he wants more </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">It's ok, it's ok to disagree </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Some days your back is all I see </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We fight for more time </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We argue over what to eat </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">It's ok, it's ok to disagree </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">My anger disintegrates </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">When your blue eyes speak </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p><div><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"><br></span></div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-60414905532413611652017-02-15T18:49:00.001-08:002017-02-15T18:49:07.229-08:00Let<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Let yourself want</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Let yourself ask </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Let yourself enjoy </span></p><p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"><br></span></p>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-39838941939814693812017-02-15T18:44:00.001-08:002017-02-15T18:45:17.222-08:00Tomorrow Today<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); min-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I lie next to you and miss you</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I miss you while you sleep </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I never knew I could miss </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Someone who's next to me </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I'm counting down the time </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">In a few hours 5am will be here </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I work at 9 but can't fall asleep </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Your alarm will go off at 4:15am </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I put my lips on your shoulder </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">And miss you</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I rest my head on your chest </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">And miss you </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I look into your warm eyes </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">And miss you </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Miss you before you leave</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Miss you while you sleep </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Miss you tomorrow today </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-81647981499104935752017-02-15T18:42:00.001-08:002017-02-15T18:43:05.200-08:00His<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Resting on his bed all night </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Making love in the morning </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Laying on his couch all day</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Watching popular tv shows </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Eating his parents applesauce </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I think I'll wait for him to return </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">His blood is in everything here </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Even the shadows and ghosts </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I tell them how much I love him</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">He told me he hears the ghosts </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I think that's why we love together </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Yesterday we made a steak dinner </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We fought at the grocery store </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Over nothing, always over nothing </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Well he takes forever to choose </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We grilled two NY strip steaks </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We cooked most things together </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Bacon macaroni and cheese</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Peppers, corn, green beans </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">It was a very successful diner</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We sat together and smoked </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">And made love for eternities </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We're headed down the shore </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We're driving to a shore house </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We'll be there for two nights </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I'm sad because no dogs allowed </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">But I'm excited to see the ocean </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">To feel the ocean together with him </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-89803813681661997772017-02-15T18:37:00.001-08:002017-02-15T18:37:42.557-08:00Loss<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Incredible how we can deeply grieve the loss of something we never had, or how we can feel a tremendous void after something we passionately desired leave our lives after a short period of time. Amazing how one dream can extend into eternities and expand to fill our entire being, to a point that when it doesn't manifest into reality we grieve as if a part of us died, well, sometimes a part of us does die. Still, the vision, the perspective, the possibilities presented through dreaming are always worth the pain. I'm grateful for possibilities and the lessons that come with loss. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-75309612168766276212017-02-15T18:30:00.001-08:002017-02-15T18:33:03.113-08:00Scarred and Scared<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); min-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">My lips say I'm ok to fly alone</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">My heart screams hold my hand </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I sit and stare at his beautiful face</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I try to forget how much I love him </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">My mind says I'm ready for the end </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Tears of abandonment choke me </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I want to leave and go cry alone </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">The thought of being without him </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">The idea of chasing the same love He says he's been happier without</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Without the pressure to please me</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Without the feeling of failing me </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">My hearts bleeds my soul cries </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">How can it be that you're leaving </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">But he's not going anywhere now </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">He just wanted to let me know </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I'm not the only one with weapons </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">He too can end this and finish us </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I've threatened to leave many times </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">And each time I did it wounded him </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">And tonight he showed me the scar </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M </span></p>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-68656386473417219972017-02-15T18:21:00.001-08:002017-02-15T18:31:05.423-08:00Being Nothing<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I stopped wanting to be things when I realized that every choice I made and every title I claimed drove me further away from other choices I also dreamed of making.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">In trying to live without letting things and titles define me I find that my greatest strength to display is mental. For it is, after all, the driving force behind every cell in my body. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M</span></p><div><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"><br></span></div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-49335845694304434222017-01-23T10:05:00.001-08:002017-01-23T10:05:53.556-08:00Me<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">I see myself in your smile, </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">In the intensity of your eyes, </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">We're so different yet the same, You melt into me, I get lost in you, </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Thriving in dire situations,</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A blanket of magic draping us, </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">The sweet and sinful euphoria, </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">The synchronicity that takes place,</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">To create our delicious world.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); min-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A.M </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); min-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"> </span></p><div><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';"><br></span></div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-51376282220092414222017-01-10T00:26:00.001-08:002017-01-23T10:06:19.740-08:00Skin<div>when they smell like newborn skin, </div><div>and you lie breathing them in, </div><div>praying the moment goes on indefinitely, </div><div>and all you feel is gratitude, </div><div>when you can taste touch, </div><div>love passes and stretches,</div><div>from tongue to lips to brain, </div><div>love travels from finger tips to bone,</div><div>washing your soul skin in rose water,</div><div>nourishing the body like first milk.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>we lay uncomfortably for love’s pleasure,</div><div>pressing our bodies on each other’s limbs,</div><div>cutting blood circulation for sweet embraces, </div><div>I reach in my heart and squeeze the anxiety, </div><div>with you I wish to be present and tender,</div><div>sometimes I lie my head beside you and watch, </div><div>your breath, the sweat collecting on your chest,</div><div>sneaking random kisses through the night,</div><div>your heart, a beautifully orchestrated show of lights,</div><div>in your eyes, in your arms, in your life, anew paradise</div><div><br></div><div>A.M</div><div><br></div><div>1/9/17</div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-70514640508124381762016-10-21T00:12:00.001-07:002016-11-12T01:05:17.741-08:00Fight for Love<div>I hate fighting with you. </div><div>But everybody fights. </div><div>You need to learn how to fight. </div><div>I'm not the enemy. </div><div>I'm just annoying. </div><div>You're very annoying too. </div><div>You know, these fights are a waste. </div><div>A waste of time and emotion. </div><div>When I'm doing something annoying you have to love me in-spite of how you feel at that moment.</div><div>You have to think about me; put me first and say to yourself "this isn't worth being mad about, who cares what anyone thinks, let's just be together and have a good time, fuck everything else."</div><div><br></div><div> A.M</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-41654603953570366702016-10-01T19:25:00.005-07:002016-10-01T19:25:59.300-07:00Fights<div>Sometimes we fight</div><div>I start fighting about the past </div><div>He'll feel blamed and withdraw</div><div>And we don't get anywhere </div><div>We fight a lot, like every week</div><div>I'm mad at him about something </div><div>I used to go days without talking</div><div>But now it's hard to go a whole day</div><div>We're in a fight right now, of course</div><div>I reached out a few hours after</div><div>He hasn't responded to my calls </div><div>Im not apologizing and reaching out</div><div>Because I think I'm wrong </div><div>I'm reaching out because I love him </div><div>I'm reaching out because I love him</div><div> </div><div><br></div><div>A.M</div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-1265036282543122912016-10-01T19:25:00.003-07:002016-10-01T19:25:42.676-07:00Wild<div>We run a little wild </div><div>You know skinny dipping </div><div>Inside rainbows of pleasure </div><div>A colorful mix of stubbornness </div><div>How do we survive our own egos </div><div>We do not, the ego kills creativity </div><div>There are a million solutions </div><div>Remember what you do best </div><div>Always go back to what you love </div><div>If I died tonight would I be content?</div><div>I'd be sad I wouldn't get to live </div><div>I want to learn more about me </div><div>So I keep threading the storms </div><div>I'm owning up to my mistakes </div><div>I'm not perfect but I'm kind </div><div>I'm mean but I'm compassionate </div><div>I love you and it's hard to hurt you </div><div>A.M</div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-77064108466905902142016-08-17T20:36:00.001-07:002016-08-17T20:36:38.180-07:00Minds<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9vM8pY88Ym6sccn8-OdhpI6vyr52pjrXWIew1SfwqydbhX7U7F5B2FYPdNo23bNcKiVVYq9MVK8NZDebMQRbE0TOeD-6ERYA8sivreEwFU0Kn3e4MHo0xpJW4-6KTMXJ0DVFGYsrfAaVd/s640/blogger-image--418305917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9vM8pY88Ym6sccn8-OdhpI6vyr52pjrXWIew1SfwqydbhX7U7F5B2FYPdNo23bNcKiVVYq9MVK8NZDebMQRbE0TOeD-6ERYA8sivreEwFU0Kn3e4MHo0xpJW4-6KTMXJ0DVFGYsrfAaVd/s640/blogger-image--418305917.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Our minds travel from heaven to hell everyday.</span></div><div>Somehow within this arduous journey we find time to hold another hand.</div><div>Everything that can go wrong goes wrong.</div><div>At the end of each journey we find ourselves standing outside each other's body. </div><div>We wonder why but no logical reason justifies the fate that brings us here. </div><div>So we label it, we call it something beautiful. </div><div>To justify the addiction, to excuse the weakness, to explain the softness, to describe the euphoria.</div><div>On days when our manifestation doesn't reflect beauty we proceed to hurt and destroy it. </div><div>Spending more time in hell than we have to, wasting energy we could be spending in heaven. </div><div>For there to be beauty there must be ugliness.</div><div>For me to be perfect something else must be imperfect. </div><div>In order to live in your heaven I must walk through your hell.</div><div><br></div><div>A.M</div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-36342188052858713762016-08-06T21:17:00.001-07:002016-08-06T21:17:24.277-07:00Runaway<div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPxgLNH98g4c9OBlBoDrQHUzxufZ7JnkfMuM0VfbFWxyqh3g6INMSnT8lCsYXkfzLMUEaOBNbofwlyFloJYzpT4aAQ8w4HOthFTFUK6r0aan1ykgfc_CFl3huV18PlaF3ZJljS44S6zYA/s640/blogger-image--1111386170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPxgLNH98g4c9OBlBoDrQHUzxufZ7JnkfMuM0VfbFWxyqh3g6INMSnT8lCsYXkfzLMUEaOBNbofwlyFloJYzpT4aAQ8w4HOthFTFUK6r0aan1ykgfc_CFl3huV18PlaF3ZJljS44S6zYA/s640/blogger-image--1111386170.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>The ones who don't know my name say it's in my face, </div><div>I always laugh and tell them no way,</div><div>But then I remember and give it away,</div><div>Full of reasons for why I can't stay,</div><div>I specialize in picking up strays, </div><div>To see them well and see them off,</div><div>They come wounded and hurt my soul, </div><div>But who am I to choose a better half, </div><div>I come from a burnt palace where I played with ashes, </div><div>Who am I to demand happiness,</div><div>I raised myself in a sea of longing swimming deeply with abandon,</div><div>Who am I to be treated fair,</div><div>They say I'm too far gone drowning in a pool of my own emotions where goodbye is always around the corner. </div><div><br></div><div>A.M </div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-72333882719983885932016-06-27T14:34:00.001-07:002016-06-27T14:34:08.545-07:00Morrendo<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6hTvYp45MX27gc2gBZ0nW77VOIg5Y8wxVI1UYj2MUyNeNN5ucNuHHoLZ33cjpVs0E7AiLD658ag8hdJacc_WG1Y-YmRoNLJ95UKO8gnkM0wSIBZOHcy_IW78EROxHNuuFQlCD4dT2HWi/s640/blogger-image--1942981329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6hTvYp45MX27gc2gBZ0nW77VOIg5Y8wxVI1UYj2MUyNeNN5ucNuHHoLZ33cjpVs0E7AiLD658ag8hdJacc_WG1Y-YmRoNLJ95UKO8gnkM0wSIBZOHcy_IW78EROxHNuuFQlCD4dT2HWi/s640/blogger-image--1942981329.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div>Sempre morrendo... </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>de vontade de te tocar e não poder te ver, de querer te ouvir e não encontrar sua voz, de desejar seu corpo esparramado sobre mim e não te ter por perto.... </div><div><br></div><div>morrendo de raiva por ter ciúmes, de solidão por te ignorar, de ingratidão por esquecer como me faz bem, de ignorância por não querer pedir perdão...</div><div><br></div><div>morrendo de paz ao segurar sua mão, de beleza quando seus cabelos dourados acariciam meu rosto, de encanto quando seus olhos azul turquesa brilham em me ver, de riqueza por te chamar de meu...</div><div><br></div><div>morrendo de tantos desejos ainda não realizados, de momentos perfeitos dentro de corações quebrados, de loucura por não saber ser melhor...sempre morrendo para poder viver ao seu lado. </div><div><br></div><div>Amanda Miranda </div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-75580923061701980632016-02-12T22:00:00.001-08:002016-03-11T20:36:48.661-08:00Lily Soul<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2f2Qr7sgvhMWxPFcSP97EKC8aLxKcW0dsCJODhpa_mO7LpMSxshr_iLpaE0BFU5-kcXrEt9qdS-eI9BdolOetwz-JG4keHfSpiNWhmTT20ygwsdnAnmNsJKvh7MLqQ1gZNW2XwuXnySU/s640/blogger-image--1407869673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2f2Qr7sgvhMWxPFcSP97EKC8aLxKcW0dsCJODhpa_mO7LpMSxshr_iLpaE0BFU5-kcXrEt9qdS-eI9BdolOetwz-JG4keHfSpiNWhmTT20ygwsdnAnmNsJKvh7MLqQ1gZNW2XwuXnySU/s640/blogger-image--1407869673.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>His heart held up in his ribs by two white wings, </div><div>Angels singing inside his chest, </div><div>In each heartbeat a dose of the sweetest aphrodisiac mixed with a sweet cup of chamomile, </div><div><br></div><div>Long silken strands of golden hair cover his fair cheeks, his perspiring skin glimmers as moonstone, my fingers reach to touch but my arm pulls back my hand to stop me from waking him,</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>His pores let out an imbuing fragrance, releasing the sweetest dew, impregnating my sheets with the scent of white lilies in the spring, </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Peace permeates my soul, I lay awake next to the boy looking up at the heavens, I peek at the stars outside my window, I ask for more time in this dream world, grateful for another day amongst the living. </div><div><br></div><div>A.M </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-89043301790467559622016-02-07T20:35:00.001-08:002016-03-01T01:38:13.746-08:00Mine<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2Wh-qb6qTcmtlpglR0w1HstJMBFpyDBhKDS2n0tlotHBtJ3iQyy__USHi8WC7Lni3Mbhqsw0O1xxyKa3V-hgGcIyNFQQIBXRgwyQi3r4fCnEX2xe7fbKHOnPTFovw1wrHK5hArD65VEW/s640/blogger-image--360204656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2Wh-qb6qTcmtlpglR0w1HstJMBFpyDBhKDS2n0tlotHBtJ3iQyy__USHi8WC7Lni3Mbhqsw0O1xxyKa3V-hgGcIyNFQQIBXRgwyQi3r4fCnEX2xe7fbKHOnPTFovw1wrHK5hArD65VEW/s640/blogger-image--360204656.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Love....honestly, after claiming it, screaming it, dying to share it, wishing it gone, it's discomforting to claim to have it once more.</span></div><div><br></div><div>But I can claim warmth, stillness, presence, softness, peacefulness, respect, beauty, integrity, strength.</div><div><br></div><div>I can scream about the pleasure I feel when your hand grazes my skin, or when I open my eyes and you're looking right into my temple, I can claim the magic you stirred. </div><div><br></div><div>I can tell you about dying in a bed of skin, of sharing more than flesh and wanting to remain connected when our bodies feel glued together. </div><div><br></div><div>Sharing a glance, a smile, a kiss, sharing a bed, a pet, a meal, walking alongside you not knowing where we're going but knowing we're headed there together, </div><div>sharing laughs, so many laughs, and always talking about the things we can do together. </div><div><br></div><div>I claim each kiss you wish to share with me, every call you make when you're working just to hear me breathing on the line, I claim the high adventures I see you on with me.</div><div><br></div><div>And every second you long to be close, I claim those, and each feeling I inspire in your heart, I claim them, the tenderness shared in your embraces, that's mine too, every sincere gesture you've made, each kiss you gave, mine. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>A.M</div><div><br></div>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637227068206470117.post-13702495716370184322016-01-05T20:19:00.001-08:002016-02-16T19:59:06.947-08:00A little death<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizD3Xy6X_MQJU2cNsHlj4vjkQUE6DBa4waRPCSJNIEnwplQzNp6wIXpXjQc_EcIhb0XaqbFPZVe7_YxEDdNSkHYml3B1bXqeD6FHpCnxXZDgY40XM0Wok5v78stpwGrGXigOmGkbGH6zkF/s640/blogger-image-1165591685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizD3Xy6X_MQJU2cNsHlj4vjkQUE6DBa4waRPCSJNIEnwplQzNp6wIXpXjQc_EcIhb0XaqbFPZVe7_YxEDdNSkHYml3B1bXqeD6FHpCnxXZDgY40XM0Wok5v78stpwGrGXigOmGkbGH6zkF/s640/blogger-image-1165591685.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Stars shoot out of his cyan eyes illuminating my life,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In every smile there's a cathartic purity of spirit,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And he tells me to leave the concrete roads,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Says there's a place in the woods awaiting us,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hold his hand and walk beyond my leg's comfort,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm tired but I don't stop, I'm thirsty but I don't drink,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We walk and make jokes to numb our burning shins,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">His sneakers are too tight and his toes are aching,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But he tells me he'll walk with me till the sun rises, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We stay the course stopping only for kisses and pictures,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I take his hand and guide him towards the boat houses,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I sit down on the dock in the midst of a flock of geese,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He says he's not sitting on bird poo, I giggle endearingly,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He takes my hand, pulls me up, takes me up the ramp,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We stand for a moment and then he forces me down,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He pushes my body onto the slope and lays between me,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My body opens like a blooming flower in the spring, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He places his hands on my cheeks and kisses my lips, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My thoughts take me back to when I was seventeen,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A frightened and eager virgin longing for ecstasy, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">His lips touch the most sensitive parts of my skin,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And there outside on the dock my dream comes to life,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I tilt my head back and look up at the stars in the sky, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I thank whichever deity granted me such passion, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My eyes scan the trees and paths and grass behind us, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I pull my head up and look across the river, not a soul, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Only light surrounding us lifting my hips off the floor,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Only water before us, trees behind us and stars above us, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In those wild moments I felt our bodies synching into one, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our hips coming together, our hands wildly pulling the other,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Skin to skin, hip to hip, neck to neck, lip to lip, I died, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Surrendering my body, I died a million little deaths,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He grabbed my chest, turned my neck and gave me breath, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He laid me on my belly and softy kissed the back of my thighs, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He pulled me back by my legs and I died, I died, until he stood up and pulled me down from the sky.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A.M</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><br>Amanda Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862027490366822209noreply@blogger.com0