Biography of Amy Ormonde
Bonjour! ! ! ! Jai mappelle Anouk. Jai Dix-huit ans.
I Have been writing poems since I was in 5th grade. I have based all my poems off of real events in my life. There is A lot of truth and troubles behind what I write. I hope you enjoy them! ! ! ! Have Fun! ! !
Amy Ormonde's Works:
You can find one of my poems in a book named immortal verses.
Amy Ormonde Poems
Love Thrown Away
How are things this difficult once so serene and free now buried in a guilt ridden stream
How Love Has To Deal
I'm Sorry for the pain i've caused the tears we had to cry the anger we felt so deep inside the torment and the anguish that stood at our sides
Angel Please Guide Me
I watch as he walks by steadily holding in trying not to cry
I can watch as this blood trickles slowly leaving my once pale skin red and lonely
Im lost Confused Unopened I did something I should have never
The Burdend Black Rose
It's twisted I know But true I can only feel love when i'm dreaming it through While this rose that burdens me
Losing My Mind
Take care of what you ask of me cuz i can't say no and even though i'm aware I can't stop at all
In my dreams I lye in wake Waiting apon another fate
They say Death is not what it seems It does not replace the screams
Northern Cross (Inspired)
The flowing current slowly wading the break of water slowly fading off the shore
The Way We Use To Be
I love to live and live to love but how can I love if your far from....... the way we use to live and breath Why must we forget these truths these dreams
Pleasure Was No Sympathy
I was quiet in the corner He whispered in my ear 'come closer'
We climbed the highest mountains and reached for the sky our spirits ran as one it was only you and I
My Light Winged Angel (Leslie Alexis)
My light winged angel guided me through the torment or another being He made me see My 'loved one'
Though the soul cannot be taken
by the blood that had just dripped within it and passed that poison onto the soul it once created
to be confined by dreams of torment and sacrafice
by tormented soul only goes but without one beat
among thy heart and drops into the hole that once deceased
could be brought apon again
and the originated carnation that once bloomed so lonley
has now been tossed into flames
my spirits lifting even farther into the