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Fate

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Amanda Baulch

How many things have happened and made me wonder why.
Each day I catch myself wondering with face turned twoard the blue sky.
What is it that makes it all happens to us?
The fear of knowing you might suddenly get hit by a car or a bus.
It seems to know your greatest fears.
It has the power to let you live for so few years.
It's unexplained an plays life like a game.
It's fate and it's all around.


Gone

by

Amanda Baulch

You're gone, is what I can't believe.
You've truly left me forever and I can't believe it.
Have you no thoughts of my feelings ?
Have you any thoughts at all besides yourself?
You are selfish and unkind.
You're the kind of person I despise.
For some reason I can't let go.
What's wrong with me?!
Am I losing my mind over you?
Hah! That will be the day I go insane.
Or, has that day already come?
Now I look back and laugh because you are not gone!
Because, you were never really there at all.


Just a Dream

by

Amanda Baulch

It's night and the full moon shines through the black sky.
We are are on the beach, a beach with pure white sand.
The waves are crashing.The wind is whispering.
Together they sing a song just like our hearts.
Being near one another is pure poetry to our minds and emotions.
We sit on the sand holding eachother and just being together.
How I wish the night would never end. I wish what I can't have.
I know all good things must end. Especially this good thing.
Because this night and this love is just a dream.


Two Little Girls

by

Amanda Baulch

Two little girls playing horsy, one can't quite hold up. Same little girls
sharing a bed in a hotel, both sleeping like a newborn pup.
Two little girls playing in the sprinkler, in the sun. Laughing without a
care in the world and just having fun.
Same little girls splashing in the pool, feeling energy of no lack. Toweling
off and getting a delicious home brought snack.
Two little girls playing with grown-up clothes the game of dress-up,and
pretending to drink eloquent wine from a plastic toy cup.
Two girls not so little now, playing computer games. Giggling and teasing and
calling eachother names.
Same two girls both little no more. The younger sees the older as always,
walking out the door.
Never do they play anymore with things like grown-up cloths and toys. So many
things have come between them like difference of age and boys.
Nothing more but memories, blowing in the wind. The younger wishing it could
all be the same again.
Just two little girls, two sisters,having fun and being best friends.

A One Winged Angel

by

Amanda Baulch

A one winged angel
Falling from the sky
Who knew heaven had holes
Who knew angels could die

Its song has fallen silent
Its light has now turned dark
There's blood on its white feathers
The hate of the world pierced its heart

A one winged angel
It fell from the sky
If we don't stop the hate
The world will be the next to die