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Looking in the mirror
What do you see?
A beauty or a monster
What do you want to be?

Walking down the road
How fast can you go?
There is too many pounds
What do you want to show?

Standing in the shadows
Darling where is your sun?
All alone in the darkness
Don’t pull out your gun

Hanging there from the roof
Why did you close your eyes?
Leaving me here forlorn
Why did you believe all the lies?
On the mountain
Rocks
Rocks
Hunting for rocks on
the mountain there
different types of
Rocks
Some are clear as
a water and
Some sparkling like
Glitter and some are
Red as fire they also
Come different sizes
Some are big and
Some are medium and
Some are small you can
Tell a lot about rocks
When you look at the
Rocks
Where they come from
Some rocks are found in
A cave or a lake or on top
the mountain I love finding
Rocks
I enjoy going hiking and finding
Rocks
© Amanda Kay Hill
12/31/16
Sitting on the couch
The power is out
The fire is going
The flames are getting bigger
Blizzard
Blizzard
Looking outside and
Seeing the snow falling heavy
It feels like I am flying
To outer space in a
spaceship I love feeling
Like I am flying to outer space
Or feel like you are traveling
Though time's it a cool feeling
I love science and proud of it
Blizzard
© Amanda Kay Hill
12/28/16
I love to write
poems for fun
I'm a poet
I'm a poet
I don't care if I get
Published or not
Because I do it
Because I love and enjoy
Doing it and I am not
A person that if I get
famous I will not let the famous go to
My head I will always care about my
Friends and family I will still
Be a kind person and my some
Wired person
© Amanda Kay Hill
12/23/16
Every poet are unique and
Because all poet don't write
Poet
Poet
All poet don't write the
Some poems some get
Inspired or just sitting
Looking at the wall and
Have a poem pop in they
Head but all poet write
Poems that come from
Their heart and not shy
to tell the world what on their
Minds I enjoy writing poetry
Because I can put what is on
My mind in to poetry
Poet
© Amanda Kay Hill
12/19/16
Let your words
Inspired others people
Words
Words
They can be to inspired others
Or to hurt others it is up to you
that is your decisions to make
Words
It can be to a poem you write
I love to inspired others
© Amanda Kay Hill
12/19/16
They are god beautiful
Create they come in
different sizes
Animals
Animals
There are different
Types of dogs and
Cats breed and horses
Breed they teach you
To love unconditionally
And not to judge others
Animals
They help people
With Disabilities
And elders they
calm them down
Some people abuse
Animals
I wish that no one
Abuse animals
Because animals
Are gift form god
To teach us
Animals
© Amanda Kay Hill
12/12/16
Back in the old days
America
America
We used to play in the
front yard and you will
Safe and did not worry
About get shot at or
Get arrested because
Of your skin color
America
Where is was free to
Be you and people
respect others and
Was kind to other
And help others out
When they need help
And respect our elders
And say thank you and
You welcome it say
Sometimes but not a lot
Like it was used to be
I wish we can go back to
America like it was in the
Old days but America is
Not the some as it was in
the old days
America
© Amanda Kay Hill
12/11/16
 Jan 2017 Mr Himel
Diana C
I like being alone
Sometimes,
When I like pretending
It doesn´t bother me that much.

Then I thought
''Hey, the world is a telly
And I have the remote control.''
But that thought vanished as I looked outside
At the icy kingdom of winter
And the rought whispers of cold wind
Told me I´m stuck here.

Yet maybe this is just a phase,
A way of the nature forcing me
To live alone for a little while...
I don´t know, and maybe I´ll never find out.

But I do know that once you´ll be back
It will all go away.
I don´t know if it´s gonna be because
I´ll magically conquer all my fears and insecurities,
Magically forget and ignore all my urges to be out there,
Somewhere else where something usual can surprise me.
Or if I´ll just settle my mind
And concentrate on our love, our life, our routine.
I don´t know, no matter how many times you´ll ask me.

Maybe you can tell me
Or at least teach me how to listen to my mind and heart.
I hear them speaking out loud,
Screaming sometimes in the night
But it´s all gibberish to me.

Find me a path
Give me a pair of legs
Teach me how to walk
And I´ll make history.

But until you can find me all these things
Don´t be surprised if I´ll sit here forever
Because God knows I can´t help myself.

Yes, I think I´m being unreasonable too.
*DC, 2017
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