Mandy Lee

Rookie - 0 Points (Singapore)

Mandy Lee Poems

1. Fuming Hatred 6/4/2009
2. Happiness 6/4/2009
3. I Bid Farewell, To My Reflection In The Well 6/4/2009
4. Hidden 6/5/2009
5. I Don'T Understand Why We Love. 6/6/2012
6. Hope Will Keep You Waiting, But Hope Will See You Through. 6/29/2012
7. Hallucination. 8/6/2012
8. You Are Not Prisoner. 9/1/2012
9. - 11/9/2012
10. Heart. 2/6/2013
11. Poem 2/8/2013
12. Self Blame 3/21/2013
13. Valence 5/19/2013
14. Kindness 6/19/2013
15. . 3/21/2013
16. Hair, Oh Really? 8/6/2012
17. Of God He Would Not Speak. 7/4/2012
18. We Will Rise Again 7/7/2012
19. Sanity Hung On A Thread. 8/22/2012
20. Be Still, But Be In Vigour. 10/1/2012
21. Even Darkness Can Take A Breath 10/2/2012
22. Questions Of A Child 10/2/2012
23. To Die To Self To Love Again 10/12/2012
24. Crumble That Foothold, Be Rid Of Those Thoughts. 11/7/2012
25. If Fire Learnt That It Had A Twin 11/11/2012
26. When The Wind Gave Me Her Name 11/11/2012
27. Was I Naive To Think That I Could Be Loved? 11/9/2012
28. Love Can Cripple You With So Much Hate; Even Of Oneself. 11/9/2012
29. Writing For A Past Me, So That She Might Leave In Peace. 11/9/2012
30. Always Meanness. Why? 12/6/2012
31. Will 12/19/2012
32. When Love Breaks Apart 6/29/2012
33. I Still Hate The System 7/24/2012
34. Through Tears, Do We See Rainbows In The Desert. 7/28/2012
35. Are We Allowed To Be Human Too? 8/1/2012
36. Solace And Solitude 8/3/2012
37. The Witnessing Actor, The Acting Witness. 6/6/2012
38. He Asked Me If I'D Take A Penny For My Thoughts. 6/6/2012
39. I Thought It Was A Gift. 6/8/2012
40. I'M Sure You Hear It Too. 6/8/2012
Best Poem of Mandy Lee

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.

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Depth

Are those tears of guilt I see,
running down your face?
Your blood-stained hands
and wounded face,
telling more than you would want.

You carry many burdens,
that much i can tell,
but do you really want to follow the path,

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