fishandpigs
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My name’s Amanda.
Hi.
Writing is my passion, and the artists on this site leave me in extreme envy, considering nobody else could quite as sophomoric as me.
I constantly beat myself up, which shows in my writing, my face and my forearms.
I’ll try to be cheery for you all, cause the mopey me is SO not attractive.
=]
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fishandpigs is a member of A Novel Idea, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical and WMG.
Art
Writing
The Different Guy
Nothing looked right to me. I had spent thirty five and a half minutes straightening my hair, applying eyeliner and mascara, primping, priming, shaving, showering. I had to smell incredible, look incr…
You Are
You are enough. / You wonder if you can / You hear pins drop / You see me / You want it / You are enough. You pretend to relax / You feel me / You touch skin / You worry too much / You cry on my s…
The Coordinate Plane
Skies so clear, / As though they’ve been lacquered / And sunlight so warm / As though it shines only upon you. / Life is a plane, / And we are the mere coordinates, / Joining in segments, / Separati…
Journal #4
It has begun to occur to me / How different I actually am / I probably am / Not the same. It has begun to occur to me / How stupid I actually am / I probably am / Not as smart. It has begun to o…
Come Again?
Why can’t I breathe? / Cause my grip is tightening. / When are you going to let up, huh? / Never. / Gosh, you are black as night. / And dark as day. / Leave me alone. / Who else would I talk to? / I…
The Breaks in The Brush
Once upon a time / In a land not too far / Strode a man with his woman / Down the points of a star. When their pockets were combined / Neither had a nickel nor a dime / But a basket full of time / …
