Amber

Amber Dec 2012

Alone

I feel this may be the beginning, the beginning through the end.
I feel of nothing.
Theres is nothing to fear, to wilt, to hide from.
Thus a care has not been given from others to me.
I am alone.

A dark room filled with light.
Depressed and sorrow tis me.
I shun the needs and wanting.
I wait.
A window brings in the sun and thus the moon.
I feel of no reason to smile.
I want to hide the fact of facing any fear of mine.

I hate of how I must try to smile, I must try for others.
When yet they have not tried for me.

I truly don't know where I was going with this.
I was just typing my thoughts.

Amber Dec 2012

Nightmares alive.

May ye slumber to be appeased.
Till they awaken.
Thus sleep into a deep trans.
For ye to ****.
Goodnight, goodnight, sweet dreams, goodnight.
Don't let ye ****.
Don't allow ye to feast.
Fall into a coma, fight for thy live.
As thus nightmares come to life.
Good night, goodnight.
**Come to life, come to life.

Amber Dec 2012

Expiring

A ancient man of up to date, in search for his rugous body to expire. Very sapient, in a low spoken tone. Blackening, lusterless, tone of green eyes hazed behind his glass dome to in which seeks a luminous view. Thus being no longer youthful, such man twas engraved as my forefather.
Tis of thy ancestor hair a majestic, ash, of none of thee less than one inch grown out of his marble shaped, sphere, crown. Scars are thee faded memories, thus he shall not keep them in mined nor heart.

Thank you Chad, you are truly in my heart you're death is a tragedy yet you rome half dead among the spirits guiding me. I love you. R.I.P Chad

Amber Dec 2012

One little spark

Set me on fire watch me burn.
Carry the water that would *put me out of the death line and drink it.
                                                                    Laugh from the success in ******.
Cry for the charges.
                                                                      You tied me to a tree,
glazed me in gasoline,
you made a spark
*turn into a flame.

Amber Nov 2012

A cats mind.

Meow meow meow, meow meow.
Meow
Me-ow
Meow.
**:3

Amber Nov 2012

Tis love?

Tis love?
A happy, gleaming full, heart warming world?
A melancholy, oppressing, shunning full world?
No;
Yes.
Love shan't be thee second on my list of wonders; yet the first.

Amber Nov 2012

To Mrs. Jacobs... Titile: I am, I feel, I want.

I am tired yet to say, however I am astonished by the graceful sun rays that blind my eyes from its roaring beauty.
I may feel pain, though I feel free as the wind rolling to and fro.
I want a better night slumber, although I want every day to be the same for me to rise from my coma to walk past the rest of the tragedy, melancholy life's influencing me to do bad as I do good.
I am, I feel, I want.
TO MRS. JACOBS <3 <3 <3