My name is not Mandy Lee, but for anonymity purposes, it will suffice. The poems I have here are poems and pieces of writing that span my short existence. I don’t profess to be very old. I’m nineteen this year for the record. If there’s anything that poetry has taught me, aside from cliché-ly learning to appreciate who I am(poetry is hard to get out of your bloodstream) , it is the certainty in ... more »
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Mandy Lee Poems
Broken Feathered Bird
Broken feathered bird, don't mourn your wing. You can't fly, but oh you can sing. You can sing of your dreams in which you soar, You can sing of your hopes that form your core.
Is Pain A Memory, Is Pain A Friend?
Is pain a memory, is a friend? Is this pain real, is it just pretend? Is it a hurt I've lost, or a hurt yet found? Is it just inside, or all around?
How can we live in so much excess, when people live out on the street? How can we let them die alone, out in cold and desert heat?
The inward pleas we all hold.
Someone needs to hold my hand and tell me it's okay. Someone needs to warm my heart and brighten up my day.
Release, let go.
You gave me your hand, you took me away. Now I look at you, you've taken my heart away.
What Is Identity?
Identity is not a given; it is a song; it is a quest. It is a journey and its trials, not just the outcome of a test.
True Strength, Finding Yourself
Failing doesn't make you a failure, it only makes you stronger. Don't listen to their hateful words, For they see the truth no longer.
It is when the stomach is not filled with food, that the mind can be filled with thought. It is when the fisherman looks to the sky, that he gains more than what he's caught.
Have you heard of isolation? Being with yourself... Isn't none too fancy, even for your health.
The tree of wisdom, once proud and tall, now a shadow of its former self.
Wounds that scab, but will not heal.
A broken heart once healed, will never be the same. Don't take things as they come, but take it as a game.
Wilted blades streak the lawn of this cold and empty heart. Death and vice and love's despair have come to play their part.
Victory but a veil of lies, treachery an...
Victory but a veil, of lies, treachery and deceit. The web spun around your heart, that makes it believe it's complete.
Strength of Agony
The weeping willow cries, the wailing sirens screech. The gulls call up above, the word of death beseeched
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Broken Feathered Bird
Broken feathered bird, don't mourn your wing.
You can't fly, but oh you can sing.
You can sing of your dreams in which you soar,
You can sing of your hopes that form your core.
You can dream of your hopes, and hope for your dreams.
Mayhaps you find there's more to broken feathers than as it seems.
Broken feathered bird, please don't despair,
Broken feathered bird, there are people who care.