Poetry

Poetry by Amanda N. YoungMarch 3, 2019

Not Easy

I have all of these random thoughtsMy mind is looseSpiralingGoing down the rabbit holeOn a journey with no map, noChosen destinationRandomly twelve year old me thinks“Someday, someone is going to want me”And abruptlyThirty three year old me starts cryingThe quiet part of my mind watchesDetachedSurprisedIn exhaustion I feel both the sensations that I am “Okay”and […]

Poetry by Amanda N. YoungOctober 18, 2018

When You Were Here

When you were here I could speak without words When you were here I could listen without sound A kiss for hello A touch for your mine This is language of our old life I miss your hands on my neck And your body on mine I miss your laugh and your moods And the […]

Poetry by Amanda N. YoungAugust 13, 2018August 13, 2018

Hate is the Demon in the Dark, Creeping in to the Light. Disguised as Safety and Might.

Hate is the thing that thrives in disguise Hidden behind righteousness The cloak is Justice but it’s true face is Vengeance Hate is the Boogeyman in the closet The gun that thinks it’s name is protection Familiarity may be a comfort But it’s dark side is fear of what we don’t understand Fear of the […]

Poetry by Amanda N. YoungMay 24, 2018July 15, 2018

Wish

Dreams have come and gone Some goals reached some not Most bigger and more important than Romance- and yet I’m driving through tunnels again And holding my breath I want to be enough to be loved When the light begins I breathe And try to shake it off And to think of the goals that […]

Poetry by Amanda N. YoungApril 6, 2018March 29, 2018

Old News

write me a letter draw me a sign give me an answer why aren’t you mine? when did we fall apart when did we lose suddenly I’m not half of something any more but I didn’t get to choose

Musings by Amanda N. YoungDecember 26, 2017December 26, 2017

Hello, Old Friend.

I called to wish you Happy Birthday I called to say Merry Christmas I called because it’s Wednesday I called just to say hey, catch me up Honestly, I just called to hear your voice Somehow, after everything we’ve been through, Despite the miles between us, And the new love in your life, And that […]

Musings by Amanda N. YoungNovember 13, 2017

Happy Birthday, Old Man

where were you when the world turned grey when the quiet opened up our senses to something new where was your heart in that moment when the air around us became full the motes of dust had immense weight the light soft the sounds dimmed by the presence of infinity were you honest were you […]