Biography of Amy Carmichael
I write, because it gets things out. I write because i want to leave something of myself behind when im gone. I write because everything else in my life is mundane and it bores me to tears. I write because i dont want to be mediocre. I post poems because i want to know if im any good.
Amy Carmichael Poems
I know your secret. You told me yourself. And those grades you attribute, to me and my help.
My Favorite Places
I miss the cinema’s comfortable sofas At the entrance and outside the screen rooms. I miss sitting on them, curled into you, ‘cause We were kids and had nowhere else to go.
This night is a lie ‘cause im just a pretty girl beside you I kiss you like that and you stiffen like you know That I don’t ever want to let you go So I pull away quick and make amends
I wish I didn’t love him so much I wish I had him here to touch I wish he wanted me a bit more Instead of thinking im just some whore
We sat and watched as couples floated by Knew as we sat there that their love would die I didn’t think you could just walk away,
The Price Of These Words
They say to write more, that this is my talent, But they don’t know of these well-constructed lies, Or how I sit at night, alone, cold and silent. She can’t understand the price, no matter how she tries.
I'm burning all my bridges and I'm running out of time If I'd had just one more minute I could have somehow made you mine, But as it is, im broken and im falling to the ground, Im weightless, empty, and nothing I say makes a sound.
A Million Of One Boy
I’ll love you because I know you’ll never love me too, But then my charm works against me and I lose my chance to be blue As you hold me tight and kiss me oh so sweetly And my inner masochist rebels and disposes of you oh so neatly.
BOY I wanna say I love you and mean it I wanna kiss you and never want to stop I wanna press you up against that wall one more time Before I have to run on home
The Price Of Popularity
No, no, no my dear you don’t understand He wants me bad and he offers his hand He wants to look after me and take away my pain But im a cynic and I see what he will gain.
I want you to say something Spark a conversation. Inspire me Be my muse. Your lips on mine-the feeling I translate.
Secret love, she’s with someone else She shares my name and you share her love. Does she see his face when you kiss her do you suppose?
Maybe I love someone, and maybe I don’t Maybe il tell him so, and maybe I wont. Maybe im heartbroken, and he doesn’t see That I need to leave him if il ever be free.
The Formation Of A Star
Im bored I wont live like this I hate him more than I know He tries so hard and all he gets is my scorn
We sat and watched as couples floated by
Knew as we sat there that their love would die
I didn’t think you could just walk away,
Erase all our history, all of our past,
I thought that of all things this love would last
We thought we knew everything
We could talk without a sound,