Biography of Lauren Pandy
Imagination - Where you can be anything and everything, anywhere and everywhere
Lauren Pandy Poems
Kept a slave to your own rage You're an animal locked in a cage You feel nothing and care for not one They all say you've come undone
My Emotions' Lament
Is there such a truth as forgetting how to break When this life that surrounds you is just too hard to take? I'm doing everything in my ability to stay strong So that people like you have what it takes to go on
Questions With Questions
What happens when you sit down to write? Do you see an overwhelmingly blank sheet of paper that threatens to swallow you whole? Or do you see a song begging to be sung; a bridge wishing to be built for the sole purpose of connecting mind, body and spirit; a story yet untold, a vast plain of existence yearning to be explored? Is the paper talking to you?
Could This Be
Could this be Forever you and me We will fly from our perch We will continue to search
My Words To You
I used to think you were the one, but now I finally see that just because I bore your son doesn't mean you're right for me I used to sit at home and cry You made me feel so dumb
Words Of Encouragement
Just another day Take it in stride You'll always find a way To not give up or hide
I could drown in salty tears Marinade in all my fears But the world keeps spinnin' round I pray you'll soon be homeward bound
A Broken Heart's Plea
Make me smile, make me laugh Help me cut this pain in half Give me a new set of eyes Help me see past all the lies
There Is No Worthy Title
Step into my heart, for it is connected to my mind Maybe then you'll feel what it's like to be left behind What if I disappeared? Would I even matter then? Al I ever wanted was to matter to them
Where is the sunlight when I need it? Where does the blue sky go at night? When I close my eyes, I see it I am right where I belong
One Of Those Days
Take me to the funny farm I can't stand this place This ain't where my heart belongs I think I've gone crazy
My Little Ditty
Black as day and bright as night These stars Oh how they give me sight Gazing up with longing eyes The infinite cosmos hears my cries
Is This Clear Enough For You, Dear?
Fragile is my wounded heart and frail is my soul I will not forget your part in creating this hole You thought that you could bring me down and make me feel so low But it is I who wears the crown and carries out the blow
You think you can stomp me deep down below ground But you cannot stop me for I will not be bound You have no control over what I do Your time will soon toll - It's over for for you!
Questions With Questions
What happens when you sit down to write?
Do you see an overwhelmingly blank sheet of paper that threatens to swallow you whole?
Or do you see a song begging to be sung; a bridge wishing to be built for the sole purpose of connecting mind, body and spirit; a story yet untold, a vast plain of existence yearning to be explored?
Is the paper talking to you?
Or are you talking to the paper?