My World

By Amy Gorman

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 17, 2009
• ISBN: 9781465318596

Amy Gorman

Amy Gorman was born and raised on the West Coast; more to the point, she is a Californian girl through and through. She is the Creator’s daughter, and creative bubble of expression. She is a writer, a painter, a sculptor and a designer. Amy has collected these poems from her notebooks over the last eight years. In a way, Amy has been writing this book for eight years. She hopes that her readers will find something within the pages that speaks to them on a personal level. That these attempts at writing will be the words to speak for someone who cannot find their own words is a far reaching goal, but one that Amy would love to achieve. “Thank you for taking the time to share “My World” with me.” -Amy Gorman

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Contents

Poems from my world…

MY SECRET BOOK

GOING HOME

INSANE RAMBLINGS

YOU REMEMBER

WHERE TO NOW?

DEAR YOU

HUM

FEAR

ENVY

COSTLY ONE

TO WHOM AM

EDIT ME AGAIN

DREAMING

LET ME BE

STAR-TAILS

QUESTION THE IMMORTALS

PRAYER

LET ME GO… .

AN EXPLAINATION OF THE CONFUSION I FEEL WITH TODAY’S NEWS REPORTS AND ALL THE POLITICAL NONSENSE

HAPPY

SURRENDERING

MEMORIES

I WANTS

MANKIND

ON THE HANDS

SEASHORE RAMBLINGS

LIGHT FEELING

SELFDOUBTER

POWERPLUG

PROCESS

COURAGE

MY BODY

I AM NOT

GENIE

TRAVELER

Poems of rage and

bloody anger.

BETRAYAL

KNOWING TO KNOW

TRUTH ASUNDER

ANGRY

SELF-GRATIFYING RAGE

DECLARATION

IMMUNE?

CYCLES

VICE

HATE

BLOOD-TEARS

TO FEEL

FANTASY

*CENSORED*

THE STRANGER BESIDE ME

A MOCK INSANITY

THIS POEM HAS THE GRAPHIC CONTENT OF A HEART BROKEN IN DARKNESS

THEY MUST WONDER

BREAKING ME

TEARS POOL

Poems of loss,

and the remorse that leaves a hole in the heart of a woman.

TO A CHILD

FOR THOSE LONG PAST

FALLEN ONE

LULLA-BYE

MISSING YOU

THE NOTE

LEFT AND LEFT

BANG BANG

CALL YOU BACK TO ME

MISS YOU

LEFTOVERS

TURN TEARS TOGETHER

GHOSTIES

LITTLE ANGEL

KABUKI

LETTING GO…

Poems of love

UNDESERVING

OUT OF PLACE

THE SEA

NEVER CHANGE

NO REGRETS

CONFESSION

HEAR ME NOW

REPLICATE EMOTIONS

THOUGHTS FOR 2 DAY

THOUGHTS FOR 2 DAY 2

*UNTITLED* (DEPRESSED WRITINGS?)

EVERY NIGHT

WORRY

TO YOU I SAY

TAKE ME HOME

AWAKENING 1

I BELIEVE IN ANGELS

YOUR HEAD ON MY LAP

THE GARDEN

DAYS

FLY

COMPLETE AND PURE

SONATA

DON’T

FOREVER AND BEYOND

NIGHTMARES *1*

AM I GOOD ENOUGH

WHISPERS TO THE OTHER

LOVESONG

PROMISE ME

YOU AND I

Poems from my world…

MY SECRET BOOK

My book of secrets

Hidden within me

Forming thoughts

Keeping them secret

Locked far away

All my feelings

Felt all in secret

Wanting to record them

In my secret book

Don’t want to hide

Not anymore now

Wanting you to see me

To share it all

Read my book of secrets

GOING HOME

the light fading

no shining sun here

fallen behind the trees

gazing upwards

clouds passing overhead

tree tops dancing

the wind cries

weeping to be so alone

roll over in the dirt

damp of fallen leaves

pillowing my tears

caressing the decay

fingers trace hard stone

rising up I breath in

the smell of death

old death and new

softly gliding fingers

brush her hair back

those eyes of diamonds

half-closed in sleep

tear trails shimmer

she wept to be so alone

one time she was warm

time has cooled her blood

she stretches out here

guardian of sorrows

flesh melded stone now

amber stains this stone

rusting the dagger

I know why she cried

the sorrow that stains

as I rise the moon rises

moonlight spills over

lighting her through me

she was myself once

weeping to be so alone

turning to the waiting arms

running to him at last

I weep at last to be at home

INSANE