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I know this may seem odd.
You’ve probably heard stories about me, some of them may not be such good ones.
That’s why I’m writing this.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She likes someone who cares enough to be there but also lets her be free.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She’s not a materialistic person but remember it’s the little things that count.
Buy her flowers, surprise her with candy. She loves chocolate but not the dark kind so be sure you don’t get it or she’ll give you that grumpy look that is adorable but still means business.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She has a great sense of humor, is loyal beyond belief, has more beauty than meets the eye, and a smile that could end a war.
Admire everything about her.
The way she drinks from a cup as if she was a small child.
The way her eyes crinkle at the corner when she smiles.
The way that she laughs, because you can tell it is so genuine and filled with love.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She is more of an indoors type of girl. She likes to stay home, relax, maybe watch some tv shows while snuggled up against you.
Though, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to go out.
Take her to a funny movie, take her to a fancy dinner, entice her with a picnic in a park.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

Don’t take her for granted.
Don’t flirt around with other girls if you get bored.
Don’t **** up your second chance if she gives you on, because she is just that loyal and loving that she will give you one.

Don’t you dare make her cry.

Her tears are the most depressing thing you could possibly witness.
The terrifying sound she makes when she sobs heavily is too much to bare.
I
f you make her cry, be there for her.
Hold her and apologize as she grabs your shirt and pushes her face into your chest.
Console her.
Make a promise to make everything better and actually keep it.

But most importantly of all, don’t make the same mistake as me

Don’t leave her.
My first poem
Tis funny
Is it not?
How us mad poets can splurge one minute on how wonderful
Our life is,
And the next we canst wait to die!!!
Silly poets we are indeed!!
What a life!!

Its as if we're all a bunch of manic depressive bipolar's/******'s in one mad yet beautiful symphony!!!
 May 2015 Amber Blank
GaryFairy
the first time our eyes met
possibilities filled my heart
you smiled at me softly
i could feel that spark

the first time our hearts met
you made my still blood flow
we stayed up late, just talking
about things we didn't know

the first time our skin met
the warmth then filled my veins
we started a fire together
making love in the rain

.
.
.

the first time our egos met
the collision took it's toll
we got lost in the explosion
where did our pieces go?

.
.
.

the last time our eyes met
you were driving away
you looked toward me blankly
with nothing left to say
 May 2015 Amber Blank
Jax levii
"You always hurt the ones you love"
As if it makes it okay to.
Say words you know they hate
Leave for two hours in the heat of an
Argument
Yell and scream and fight and argue
Or push them into the coffee table

You do not hurt the ones you love
It's as simple as that
You do not leave when they need you
The most
You do not
Write, type, speak
Words, phrases, sayings, sentences that will break them

You do not break the ones you love
And if you do
And you happen to feel no remorse
Because
"You always hurt the ones you love"
Well then you never loved them
To begin with did you.
 May 2015 Amber Blank
Jonny Angel
I pray to the morning light
on sore knees
asking for just an ounce of wisdom,
a little strength
to fight
through these circadian days
feeding the machine.
 May 2015 Amber Blank
Born
Lord
 May 2015 Amber Blank
Born
Am slowly fading into the background
a place I know
I might feel better
I am probably safer

I've finally awoken
from this deep slumber
no,I mean deep illusion
I can see clearly
but am still blinded by dreams

my future
my destiny
my fate

why can't I stop worrying

dear God just let me peek at my future
dear God just let me sleep with a big smile
instead of tears that run down miles
wanting to know the unknown
dear God just let me mingle with my fate
The silk was spun,
Finely woven
With threads of DNA and bonds of love.
Or so we thought -
These webs always intend survival.
To weather any storm come rain or shine,
To nurture the life that live upon it.
Intricately delicate, yet strong.
Or so we thought.
Not this one.
Not this time.
This web was a trap.
Pretty from a distance,
Even looked steady and secure for a while.
But you lost control of its construction,
And instead it was us that got tangled.
Our web became a lie,
Spun into a noose around your neck
and yours
and hers
and mine.
This was not silk
But ******* barbed wire,
And it slit all of our throats
and left us to die.
 Apr 2015 Amber Blank
Poetic T
She is a tapestry of ink, a creation
That is painted upon, beauty defined
Upon the flowing shades on skin.

Individuality,each creation apart
Of her being, hued in places, mellow
Majestic forms upon a canvass of skin.

She is the muse of her creations that
Show the beauty within.
~~
Then, if ever, is the red color grows fade
The petals of red roses drop
If the birds don't sing any songs
And even a butterfly doesn't
Play on a purple flower

If the mistake happens in the rain
You 'll not cry
You can't be afraid of thunder
They will cleanse you

And when I am gone
Forgive me, but the melody in the air
You will come, playing in the garden,
Dance with the lost grasshoppers

Any yellow day when red flamboyant will be bloomed
Will have to take off your colorful sunglasses
At the very noon will be floated on the Cuckoo's love song
Again and Again it will prove your arrival,

O' Spring

You'll be the very white sky after rain
Will bloom red hibiscus
On that gilded day  
Red flamboyant 'll be loved with yellow flamboyant

Patched up with melody and words
Will be made new Songs,
New Poetry,
With the yellow flowers tune

Then again,
You 'll not  sing a song of despair,
Not even a song of hiatus,
Will sing the Songs of Joy,
Stir in the way of dreams,
Mating

Back to again and again
I 'll come back to you
Both 'll make a love  
For the creation of a new life
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