Amanda May Moore
Biography of Amanda May Moore
'A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: 'Sing for us soon again; ' that is as much as to say, 'May new sufferings torment your soul.'' ~Soren Kierkegaard
Amanda May Moore Poems
August aspirations. gone. lifeless. unseasoned and tasteless.
Chesed is a Hebrew word, That is not often heard. I just recently learned of it, Other words don't quite fit.
Love (A Dedication)
love is God God is love love is a responsibility
A Blank Canvas
Blank. that is how I feel. I have no emotions to fulfill. Nothing left.
It seems to be that when loosing something It's harder to remember the joy it did bring. Yes, you have loved once and will once again You are not ready to get off of the train
There comes a time when the crime is not knowing the truth She loses her tooth with belief that it wasn't mommy who put the change where her tooth once had been... but with the years she loses her youth. It becomes a strain to stop the train of harassment from other kids that know Santa Clause does not exist. The children will only persist.
I'll hum my little hum and you'll sing along the song. you and I, while we fly.
My Thoughts On Advertisement
The ads are what Make you want something But I suggest you fully want it Before you get it.
Who Lost Their Necklace?
This necklace I have found To no one is it bound. I found it just the other day Whoever lost it I am sure that they
Written In The Dark
I'd say that everyday One should look in a book. There is only so much time So be sure to spend every dime
Right Here, Right Now, Right Here Today
The ocean calls out to us. The wind is pushing us in the wrong direction. It is at our back, which is good. But yet we are not heading the right way.
Color my canvas with sadness Fill it up with all of your love Add all that you need and more and above Don’t take your time, slop it all down.
Where Words Fail
Often there are words that don’t come out Words that are never heard, only thought. Act on these thoughts, show what you cannot say.
What is it that I have to do for you? Tell me... I'll see what I can do... But I won't make any promises just yet Because I don't want to break them and own regret.
What is it that I have to do for you?
Tell me... I'll see what I can do...
But I won't make any promises just yet
Because I don't want to break them and own regret.
Tell me... Why is it that when I am with you all of my fears are disolved?
But when I leave... there is always a mystery left to be solved.
Tell me... why am I left unresolved?