my latest moody poems

NO 1. PROMPT: “old times”

Maybe new times

Are just old times

in disguise

NO 2. PROMPT: “feelings”

How deep

is the well

of my feelings

take a bucket

and drain me dry

don’t worry

how i collapse into dust

NO 3. PROMPT: “tragedy”

Life took me

one tragedy at a time

until i was

a collage of

almosts,

nevers,

and foolish somedays

NO. 4 NO PROMPT

again she was left—

left behind,

left over.

left for reasons unknown,

left to her own sorrows.

she was just

thoroughly

unceremoniously

unapologetically

left waiting for what would finally be right.

Published by Amanda Brown

22-year-old INFP who names inanimate objects, loves to laugh, and is a proud old soul. You can often find her planning out her next crazy project, hugging books, or telling stories about her day that *may* be a little exaggerated.

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