About Me

I’m 15 and I like reading, writing, acting, photography, playing piano and saxophone and playing sports

Amanda Proctor

South Slocan

My Submitted Artview all

  • Feet on the Dock
  • The Reflection
  • My Sister's Shoes
  • The Road
  • Window to the Past
  • Lilac
  • Magnolias
  • Life Saver
  • Just Standing There
  • Fire Hydrant
  • Upside Down
  • The Forest Floor
  • The Camio
  • A Hand
  • Dream Catcher
  • In the Garden
  • Wake
  • Russian Museum of Natural History
  • Palace Square, St. Petersburg
  • The Gate
  • Statues

 

 

My Submitted Writingread all

  • We are Alive - by Amanda Proctor

    The rush of the wind, The darkness of night, The vastness of the country Make me realize, How truly small we are. The cry of a child The poverty of many The shout of an argument Often warn me I am not the center The smile of a friend The support of a team The twinkling stars Gently remind me I am not alone. The arch of the rainbow The mockingbirds song The fateful sunset Fill me with hope For that beautiful tomorow The bitterness of faliure The sweetness of success The excitment of a new challenge Always fascinate me…  Read Full Story »

  • Sequins - by Amanda Proctor

    Shining on a lifeless shirt, Arresting your eye, Stars; a perpetual mobile made In the night, From the plaintive melancholy, Distracted, From the desolate, And I place the sequins over my soul, Hoping it will have that effect.  Read Full Story »

  • Two Directions - by Amanda Proctor

    My feet want to move in, Two different directions, Pulling and twisting my legs, Until my limbs, Are tangled and I can’t move. My head is split in two, Trying to pull me apart, Setting me against one another, Pitted in a war, Armies ready, Soldiers of thought wage war. My arms are frantically trying to, Hold my body together, Find the reason in confusion, Cease the torment, Calm the chaos, And find a path.  Read Full Story »

  • Human City - by Amanda Proctor

    Far away, I dream, Of a place with a million lights, To fill the darkness, Far away, I dream, Of a place where I can fly, Held aloft by the arms of great buildings, Far away, I dream, Of a place where people are cars, Screaming through the streets at light speed, Far away, I dream, But as I do fear fills my heart, Will we make it?  Read Full Story »

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