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 Oct 2013 Amber
soul in torment
you are the smoke that fills my lungs
and draws from me such wretched cough
That lingers on my mouth and tongue
in simulated kisses soft

You are the stain on fingers clenched
that clutch at strands of wisp-ered prayers
who's presence from my grasp is wrenched
and from my lips my sorrow tears

You are the stubbed out cigarette
that burned away to nought but ash
and neath my boot the end was met
a love you freely turned to trash
 Oct 2013 Amber
soul in torment
There's nothing

between you and me...


not even..


fresh

air.
Pressed close we close the gap. (One word two meanings)
 Oct 2013 Amber
karuna
Nostalgia
 Oct 2013 Amber
karuna
i want to go back to the innocence
                                                                ­                                of holding your soft hands in mine
                                                            ­                                     i want to feel the warm summer breeze
                                                                ­                                                     and the wistful love of the ocean
                                                           ­                                  but the trouble with the ocean is
                                                                ­  eventually the tide recedes                          
                               and leaves love lost in the waves

                  hate                 longing           hurt                 excitement
    wonder     confusion             hope            sadness                    madness

of a thousand other emotions  
      
         pain                    sorrow                 fear            uncertainty          frustration
lust            ­    anger                    passion          trust              ­      love                happiness
i tried to do a cool thing
 Oct 2013 Amber
Lyndal Doherty
The average American teenage girl,
when in love,
will lose and average of two hours of sleep a night
talking to that special someone.
On average,
they also might experience a mild case
of internal befuddlement.
No worries though,
it only feels as if your stomach imploded
and your heart is in your throat.
Plus, the elevated levels of dopamine in your system
can only mean one thing:
Delusions of grandeur.
Stay calm!
These will only further explain the feeling
you are experiencing,
and that my friend is
infatuation,
adoration,
fascination,
or in other words,
Love.
When it comes to love,
I broke terminal velocity when I fell for you.
But, you know,
terminal velocity is just an average.
 Oct 2013 Amber
Jenny Cassell
Don't ask me
To share your burden.
I'm weary,
And I cannot carry more.

An open ear
And a soft heart
Can gather quite a load,
And I am tired
Of carrying so much.

Don't ask me
To share your burden.

I have my own to bear.
 Oct 2013 Amber
Brandon Cruz
I think that everyone should smoke a little herb,
So that no one well be put out on the curb.
Everything on the streets is becoming even more chaotic.
I don't know what to do,
I feel like I'm just going to go psychotic.
When you smoke ****,
It helps people be who they want to.
We all have to plant a couple seeds.
Maybe we can all get along,
And hit a ****,
Show them how to take a real puff
And make sure it's that hella good stuff.
I sometimes like to stay in and smoke a lot of herb,
And later in out a sin that says "do not disturb".
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