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Oct 2011 · 896
Metaphor.
Amber Daydreams Oct 2011
How often do you think of humanity? Truly consider the time our species infested this ball in an abyss. These are my thoughts at their purest form. After everything else has been stripped down, I ultimately retrace everything back to that perspective. The original provocation hardly matters. Typically it's a particular situation, debate, or repetition that will set me off. Today it happened to be silence.

The vivid image of ladders, sleek and comparative to the steps to climb up on the side of a swing-set, shooting into the sky. We all get one and we climb at all our ambitions. It's an endless cycle of steps, higher and higher away from the ground. Even if you wanted to stop there is no going back down (it's time). There is never anything to truly look forwards to at the end of your ladder. You'll just fall back into the ground. This is why I think religion is so prominent. No one wants to believe that there is nothing once their time is up. Perhaps this exact metaphor is why heaven was ideologically created in the clouds.

Everything is just to pass the time.
So take another step. (the past never passes, it simply amasses)
I do not mean to offend anyone with this metaphor. My beliefs are that I am ignorant, I do not feel that my train of thought is the "right" way. So, just take my metaphor for what it's worth and leave it at that if you do not agree.
Oct 2011 · 971
Distortion.
Amber Daydreams Oct 2011
The world is a disaster
my heart's beating faster
just naive laughter
thoughts rush my brain
am I insane?
The sweet taste of rain
mixed with pollution
no hope for resolution
societies in dissolution.
As time begins to pass
life's hurdles you fight to surpass
you're nothing compared to the mass
everyone around will shoot you down
hold your head under water, watch you drown
Please sir take off that crown
I'm breathing but barely
compassion seen rarely
slice your wrists momentarily
What is it that you wanted to be?
Illusions are all I can see
the media creates what you might call me
it's depressing but don't dare cry
every truth you hold is indeed a lie
I have some answers yet wont tell you why
the caterpillars no longer wish to fly
Oct 2011 · 873
Lust.
Amber Daydreams Oct 2011
I've never been so fixated on the the scent of another

As I have found myself with you, gorgeous lover

Your body is so soft, inviting, and warm

Evoking sensual activities I yearn to perform:

licking you softly
stroking you hard
tongues intertwine
as your body gets scarred
my heart beats fast
while my breathing is sporadic
embracing you tightly
rarely ever so ecstatic
the sweat pours
along with moans of delight
I'll **** you off
until you put up a fight
switch to vigorous thrusts
entangled, sublime
**** me so good
it should be a crime
anything you do
I'm sure to enjoy
so never doubt yourself,
beautiful boy
my fingers are eager
set to explore
just say the words
and I'll be your *****


Oh strong man, you will be missed

I'm grateful for those lips that I've kissed

I lust over you to the extremes

And when you are gone, you'll remain in my dreams <3
Oct 2011 · 871
Elusion.
Amber Daydreams Oct 2011
depression licks her lips
and draws her attention on me from across the room
I fumble awkwardly, trying to appear preoccupied
yet there is no escape
my demise is inevitable
Oct 2011 · 2.6k
Daydream, Beautiful.
Amber Daydreams Oct 2011
she sat out my doorway
elusive, mysterious
a quaintness that I couldn't help but to admire
existing truly in a self reclusive reality
speaking rarely
and listening even less
possessed fierce gray eyes
that instilled inexplicable emotions within me
with little to no effort she touched my soul

she didn't do anything unusual
*I only wanted her to.

— The End —