Amanda


 * The I AManda Poem **
 * I AM …wondering **
 * I WONDER …what I hear **
 * ‍I HEAR …what I see **
 * I SEE …what worries me ‍ **
 * I WORRY …about what I want **
 * I WANT … **


 * I PRETEND …that I feel **
 * I FEEL …what I touch **
 * I TOUCH …what I worry **
 * I WORRY …about crying **
 * I CRY …for what I am **
 * I AM … **


 * I UNDERSTAND …what I say **
 * I SAY …what I dream **
 * I DREAM …for my hopes **
 * I HOPE …for who I am **
 * ‍I AM … ‍ **
 * Seemingly Airbrushed by Amanda Smithson**

Everything begins, and its hushed Love is in the air, in our minds, in my heart Our thoughts are intertwined, we are one Nothing will ruin this We are forever

When the thought of you swings around, I blush You captivate me You hold my attention, my affection There is no one else I would rather be with, than you

But then things, start to rush The once perfect, solid building of our emotions is breaking Because more people come in, there is more need for space You can’t be my main priority, as in the summer I wish it were summer

Then everything turns to mush Id love for you to go away And when I realized that It wasn’t fair to either of us, To stay where we weren’t happy

I just want you to shush My one knight in shining armor, who had stolen my heart The one who I thought would never return it Handed it right back over, so easily

And you, away I will push It was easy to say, later that day That I no longer wish for you and me And that’s the way things will be

[] As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat.
 * As I Walked out one Evening by W. H. Auden**

And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no ending.

'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street,

'I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits, For in my arms I hold The Flower of the Ages, And the first love of the world.'

‍But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: 'O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time. ‍

'In the burrows of the Nightmare Where Justice naked is, Time watches from the shadow And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will have his fancy To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley Drifts the appalling snow; Time breaks the threaded dances And the diver's brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water, Plunge them in up to the wrist; Stare, stare in the basin And wonder what you've missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the tea-cup opens A lane to the land of the dead.

'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes And the Giant is enchanting to Jack, And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer, And Jill goes down on her back.

‍'O look, look in the mirror, O look in your distress: Life remains a blessing Although you cannot bless. ‍

'O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start; You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening, The lovers they were gone; The clocks had ceased their chiming, And the deep river ran on.

Winter Snow by Amanda Smithson

‍What is the one thing that children long for, as soon as fall ends, and begins winter? When the cold sets in, and you can see your own breath. When the clouds blow through, causing the sky to be overcast in white. When dryness is spread, throughout the entire city. When adults have to get up extra early, to scrape ice off their car windows. Children long for the frozen flakes that fall from the sky – snow. ‍

Yes, it is in fact the powdery snow. What else could it be, its winter! Children will stare out their windows, And while they are focusing on the outside, they will leave moisture on the glass from their breaths. Little do they know, that the same thing is happening with every kid throughout the city, For they are all watching the ground turn white.

As soon as they leave the house, their cheeks turn red from the cold, and leave behind the pale white. For they dont care about being cold, they’d much rather see the snow. ‍And like every kid in the entire city. ‍ They are happy for winter. Everyone of them takes a second to take in the air and breathe. And they are glad they are outside, no longer waiting inside by the window.

The magical feeling you get while sitting by the window, Can’t be matched by the feeling you have when you are out in the white. And can anybody lie, everyone exhales just to see their own breath. The great thing about it, you can do it even if its not snowing. All you need is cold air, which is brought by winter. Cold air that spreads throughout the city.

In the city, Parents watch their kids play, by looking out the window. But there’s a surprise parents get, only during winter. When for a split second they are not paying attention, they are startled by a blast of white. For one of the kids, has thrown a snowball. The parent was shocked, but she laughed after she took a breath.

But everyone takes a breath, When on some morning in the city, They look outside expecting to see snow. But when they look out the window, There’s only green grass, there are no flakes of white. And now its Spring, it is the end of Winter.

People are going to miss seeing their breath on the window, And they are also going to miss seeing the city covered by white, But maybe it’s a good thing to let spring come, forget snow for now, forget winter.