Entries By Amanda
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destined
They told us we were destined to do great things. Yeah. They seriously rounded us all up, threw us in this gray, stale-air room, and said the words out loud, “You guys are destined to do great things.” Yeah. Well fuck off. The kid in the corner is nervously shuffling through his bag, muttering something about “Shit where did I put the stuff…”. The kid in the other corner has his eyes closed, his head back, and might not be alive anymore. The pregnant girl in the middle is furiously texting away at her phone, most likely to one unlucky man. We are not destined to do great things. We are destined to be the bottom of society. We are going to be the ones people don’t like to look at. We are worthless.
Posted By Amanda On 03.26.2013 @ 7:59 pm
listening
are you listening? do you hear? or do you hear and not really listen. there are so many things that i say, that i want you to KNOW, but do you actually take them in? because… it seems like u hear me speaking, but you dont REALLY hear my VOICE. you dont understand or even try to grasp what i speak about. what i tell you. faakin bullshit. dont tell me you are listening when you cannot even answer the questions i ask and do not remember the statements i say. FUCK YOURSELF.
Posted By Amanda On 03.24.2013 @ 11:31 pm
Shh, quiet. Can you hear that? Barely a whisper, barely audible. Really, it’s there. On the tip of the wind’s breadth, tickling past your ears. It’s a whole new path enticing you to follow it. Just listen.
Posted By Amanda On 03.24.2013 @ 7:57 pm
bricks
they’re hard. like your heart. can’t you see that i like you? all the things that I’ve done for you, all the time I wasted for you. but you still remain the same.
Posted By Amanda On 03.23.2013 @ 12:53 am
winged
The creature growled in annoyance, continuing to claw at its back. These pesky things were getting bothersome and itchy! Why wouldn’t it stop? Some of the strange items had been shed already, lying abandoned on the floor and fluttering about every time it moved, but most of it still stayed on protruding limbs.
Posted By Amanda On 03.22.2013 @ 8:00 am
truth
It was almost too easy to stretch it. To bend it, to push it to the extreme. It’s funny how easily it comes, too. A little added description here, omit a word there and a whole new story is made. Twisting, swirling, never breaking. From mouth to ear to ear to ear. That’s what happens. Always in motion and never stopping.
Posted By Amanda On 03.18.2013 @ 5:26 pm
It was almost too easy to stretch it. To bend it, to push it to the extreme. It’s funny how easily it comes, too. A little added description here, omit a word there and a whole new story is made. Twisting, swirling, never breaking. From mouth to ear to ear to ear. That’s what happens. Always in motion and never stopping.
Posted By Amanda On 03.18.2013 @ 5:00 pm
The truth. The truth is hard. So few want to tell the truth, and even fewer want to hear the truth. Women who tell the truth are labeled as bitches, or whores, or cunts, but men who tell the truth are labeled as bold. This is my problem. I’m “honest to a fault.” Since when did honesty become a fault?
Posted By Amanda On 03.18.2013 @ 4:01 pm
terrain
Like a desert with all of the sand sparkling thats where i live well not really. im more of a mountainish type person. you lnow? hiking is fun somet
Posted By Amanda On 03.09.2013 @ 9:37 pm
conjured
You’re not supposed to think about it for too long or whatever may have been there will disappear like it never was into something kind of awful that you’ll read back and think fuck, what the hell was I thinking, I sound so pretentions. But sometimes even if you type fast…you still do it. Conjured.
Posted By Amanda On 03.02.2013 @ 8:05 am
knock
When I knock on a door I hope for an answer. I do not always get one. At that point I get discouraged in what I am trying to do. When I do knock on a door and get an answer I get excited that what I am doing is able to be followed through with. I teach my daughter to knock on doors before she enters a room because it is proper to do so as to not interrupt somebody doing something important.
Posted By Amanda On 02.28.2013 @ 1:54 am
There was a knock on the door. My heart stopped. Now was not the time, it shouldn’t be happening yet. I reached out for the knob and hesitated. My breathing quickened and I could feel a weight in my chest, constricting my lungs and hurting me.
Posted By Amanda On 02.27.2013 @ 1:12 pm
bleeding
blood is red. i like the taste of blood. i don’t understand why people are afraid of blood, its one of our most natural bodily fluids. when someone bleeds, i don’t know if i help him.
Posted By amanda On 02.26.2013 @ 2:03 pm
cave
is brown. Bats fly our, I run out. There are gloomy mists, yellow eyes within. I can’t breathe in there but I could hear. Water splashing, flowing banging against the walls of the cave.
Posted By Amanda On 02.23.2013 @ 6:55 pm
The cave was dark, murky, rather damp-looking and really quite ominous. I didn’t exactly fancy the idea of going in there, but it was a dare and I couldn’t show myself up in front of my mates; not after I had bragged that I wasn’t afraid of any of the myths of that originated in this god-forsaken village. Rumours, that’s all they were.
Posted By Amanda On 02.23.2013 @ 11:23 am
leathery
Leathery- the lovely smooth reptilian texture, reminds me of old days back at the farm when my father used to hunt and bring back hides for our mother to sew into clothes. I still have one of her jackets today- well worn, faded brown, yet I’ve never been able to let it go. It was the last thing she made me before she died.
Posted By Amanda On 02.22.2013 @ 4:57 am
grasped
I grasped at her neck in desperation, as to shake her, as to release her from her painful torment. She clenched her fists, but in utter disbelief, did not fight me off.
Posted By Amanda On 02.19.2013 @ 7:17 pm
fatigue
You sit back in bed and know you should be at your desk. You should be trying to learn something. Instead, you feel the caffeine trying desperately to ignite your arteries and spur some life into you. You think of all the whiskey you drank last night and kind of hate yourself.
Posted By Amanda On 02.17.2013 @ 2:50 pm
sanctity
I am so foreign to the idea of sanctity that it took me a while to read it. I read two parts, san ctity, a place like vegas a little short of sin and with a mispelled city to match it. I’m not sure why it’s like this but I don’t mind because it reminds me of all the religions that have ever been sold to me by well meaing college boys in ripped sweatshirts and corduroys.
Posted By Amanda On 02.15.2013 @ 8:14 am
growing
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Posted By Amanda On 02.08.2013 @ 3:27 pm
salesman
You’re trying to sell something to me but I can’t stop staring at the piece of grey stuck in your teeth like a tiny little animal, growling between your pointed incisors. Your lips are flabby and the same pink as oldish salmon you get from QFC and I vaguely wonder if I’ll have children someday even though I’ve never wanted them.
Posted By Amanda On 02.07.2013 @ 9:32 pm
think
You said that you’ll call me as soon as you know but you can’t because in the millisecond it takes for you to press that button with the finger of one hand you’re with the knowledge of what happened and it’s before and without me. So when the dog gets put down and the kids are at the dentist getting their teeth cleaned and I’m at work, sipping shitty coffee and wondering how the hell today will end, know that I already know.
Posted By Amanda On 02.05.2013 @ 10:12 pm
husband
The man of the house is out today, scrubbing the lawn with a little lawnmower with tarnished red caps over the spinning blades. A family of rabbits hide deep in the coolness of grass blades and sleep dreamlessly as a tornado passes over.
Posted By Amanda On 02.05.2013 @ 10:25 am
wall
I hit the wall. Not proverbially, although maybe, but I’m mostly talking about the gym wall that managed to chip one of my teeth when Kathy plowed into me during pickup. My mouth still tastes like paste and I’m pretty sure that she’s no longer interested in sleeping with me on Thursday night.
Posted By Amanda On 02.04.2013 @ 7:11 am
murder
There is a murder of crows outside of my apartment and they are hovering in a way that makes me think the garbage man will be here soon. He is in his scruffy 20s and has a cartoonish tattoo of something and I’m not sure why I’m still home right now when I could be going to the store already. I wonder if he has a wife while I sip the drink in my hands.
Posted By Amanda On 02.03.2013 @ 8:49 am
systems
What kind of star systems are we looking at here? Any sign of activity? Just the usual signals. No sign of life? Not yet, but it’s still too soon to tell.
Posted By Amanda On 02.01.2013 @ 7:11 pm
swell
it was swell to know that everything was going finr until the guy i thought i would never see again walked into the cafe. my heart dropped to the floor when he was with someone else. He turned to my way and all i can do was hide from his dark eyes.
Posted By Amanda On 01.31.2013 @ 9:53 am
The season swells. The days go and come again. Blood swells in limbs tired from running down docks, from biking in streets, from jumping onto lovers. Swelling pride and love and joy, swelling fear. What does that mean? Where are we going? Her hair was gold with the sun shining through, and the shadows on his face were a reflection of her. It won’t end unless you want it to. If you do it on purpose I’ll leave you alone, if you do it without noticing, you’ll leave me in this alone.
Posted By Amanda On 01.30.2013 @ 3:14 pm
