uhmanduh

11:11 vs. Reality

Dearest Satellite,I've found my place,Where yellow trees growThin and lengthy limbs. Where babies don't cry,And the summer wind pulls me in.Rocking chairs rockLulling soft melodies, Where the curious ...
Posted by uhmanduh on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 04:52:00 PST

Ignore The Question

Ignore The QuestionLove. It's always about love.The way that communication chokes itself,How we hope for the best,How we let ourselves go for the satisfaction of anotherFor a smile that is never sure ...
Posted by uhmanduh on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 11:01:00 PST

A Falling Out.

Letters are sent back to the return address still sealed with stale kisses.And my stomach eats away at lies I've abandoned in the pit of my gut.Finally my feet begin to sink through this cloud of infa...
Posted by uhmanduh on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 11:35:00 PST

When Babies Grow Old

When Babies Grow Oldby:Amanda Marie HallockFather got sick before bare feet first met concrete Remember scuffing down white hallwaysWatching feet stretch from tile to tileNervously memorizing the sent...
Posted by uhmanduh on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 08:17:00 PST

Caffeine poets.

Caffeine poets By : Amanda Hallock     Red light. This fever has dropped Considerable measures cutting at my blouse Exposing innocent breasts in winters wind Packing knives shredding hear...
Posted by uhmanduh on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 08:32:00 PST

Jellybeans and Lightning-bolts.

Jellybeans and Lightning-bolts. -UHMANDUH   I've had these vivid memories or Velcro sneakers Small scratchy straps against my childhood fingertips Sitting on basement stairs of giant triangular ...
Posted by uhmanduh on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 04:52:00 PST

Curtains That Hide Nothing

Curtains That Hide Nothing   Mechanical light dashes to the ground and sings with empty stomach rumbles, We are who weve always been, just a little taller and immune to pollutants. This years gen...
Posted by uhmanduh on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 07:12:00 PST

Resuscitation: a wake up call for two.

Resuscitation: a wake up call for two.   Submarine senses for a boy who has grown too close, Here I was born with satellites and stars glued to my tongue Mapping out dusty roads and tree branch ...
Posted by uhmanduh on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 02:25:00 PST

Sailors and Strawberries

Sailors and Strawberries   If I could write songs Id write one for the reason, That youre leaving in the morning, Without forewarning Im captivated by a thought, A feeling, That I cant be like th...
Posted by uhmanduh on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 07:50:00 PST

un- DAMAGED.

You sit there so quietly while I search for a fast cure for tears. And they asked me what if the only one who can make you stop crying is the one who made you cry? Im nearly 17 and hardly surviving. L...
Posted by uhmanduh on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 10:43:00 PST