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If I was a ship on the violent sea
You would be my anchor

If I was lost in a dreamless sleep
You would be my savior

If I was the moon and you were the stars
We’d run away together
 Sep 2019 Brandon Amberger
Where as most are away in slumber
I'm sitting on the couch in wonder
Writing a poem that's supposed to help
It's like writing all the pain in one yelp
My hands are shaking and my stomach is queasy
I can make a rhyme one line at a time
But I can't save a dime and misery sits on my mind
All alone it's 4:24a.m
Quiet phone up all night again
I'm not always sad and I'm not always mad
I try to stay glad and feel happy a tad
Struggle to write a happy poem
I don't even know where this is goin'
Pack the bowl inhale exhale
Pay the toll forget your life is hell
Apparently it's worth for the times you smile
But they fail to tell you that misery runs for miles
Talking to myself again
Conscious is my best friend
Will this ever end?
Look at you,
with your
cat ears, face paint,
masks of every sort

Look at you,
dressing up
as something you aren't
as if you don't already do that
364 days out of the year
 May 2018 Brandon Amberger
I'm sick of this
beauty culture
that hangs us over.
Swiftly condescending,
our eyes are no longer sober.
We're selling ourselves out
for a popular photo.
The kids of today surely suffer,
there are no do-overs.
Never got a chance
just to be a kid,
we're sifting through Twitter
to find the newest trends.
You have to look like this
and act like that
our sense of self
is under constant attack.
I can't help but see this
and shake my head,
who would want to be this?
Glued to the mirror,
but all that reflects is
this sense of regret when we
waste our lives
becoming obsessed with how we
look in the crowd's eyes.
A cancer of an image,
what's deep inside starts to die.
An empty shell covered in
all these care products
we go broke buying because we
know no other conduct.
I'm sick of this
modern beauty culture,
it's taught us to ravage
the emotions of a person
in hopes we find a
pretty face instead.
Hung up and hung over
from what somebody else said.
 Mar 2018 Brandon Amberger
 Mar 2018 Brandon Amberger
If I die today,
Would tears flow,
like a rushing river?
Or the clouds weep,
screaming in thunder?
Would the earth break,
shaking in anger?
Will the world care?
And for a moment,
forget laughter?

If I'm down
to my final heartbeat.
Will anyone be there,
sitting beside me?
When I draw,
the very last breath.
Will you hold my hand,
and feel upset?

If I go,
without saying goodbye.
I want you to know,
that I really tried.
To live and love,
to endure and smile.
To find the truth,
in this realm of lies.

If I'm fated
of leaving soon
to talk with God,
in his glowing room.
I'll be rejoicing,
when I face my doom.
Even I end like a flower,
that withered,
before it blooms.

If inside the casket I lay,
Would there any heaven for me to stay?
Or will my sins, demand me to pay?
Don't even know, how much this life has weighed.

If it's my time, to step on the scale.
Done of my part, in this play.
A lot of regrets,
but nothing more to say.
Wish me luck.
If I die today.
It haunts us, we are scared of it.
But we spend a lot of time thinking about it.
We walk around wanting it.
It drives us, makes us passionate.
Ditch everything we know just to chase it.
Wake up the next morning hoping to revisit.

It is different for each person, and we try to make the most of it.
Next year we make a bunch of promises, and swear to it.
No more this, no more that, but more of it.
Finally be the person we want to be, get really fit.
Time passes by, we forget it.
Maybe next year we will regret it.

Once you look around, you will remember it.
Slow things down, take a glance, it will hit.
Every second counts, do not ever quit.
You only get it once, before you split.

It is called life, cherish it.
 Nov 2017 Brandon Amberger
When a tweet, no longer comes from a bird.
A message, no longer written in words.
A picture, determines your current worth.
A swipe, is not for payments against earns.

Your world, no longer restricted to earth.
Your voice, can control your universe.
Games, without company, a box.
Books, used to be written, forgot.

Love was in letters, not characters.
Eyes looked straight, not down.
Communication, in touch were sound.
Reactions, were not button frowns.

Food shared, not delivered.
Noise surrounded, not muted.
Hands shaken, not email awaken.
The world was claimed, but not hidden.

An automated world,
not an automated me.
Do you know why even the highest resolution cameras don't ever seem to capture the beauty of the stars at night, the way we see them?

It's because we're seeing something more. Something that cannot be frozen in a single point in time or space.
We're seeing the love, and the hope, and the loss, of thousand upon thousands of human beings, over the span of hundreds of years, who have looked up into the vastness of space and cast out their deepest dreams into the heavens.
Cameras cannot capture it, because it is something entirely other than the stars we see. It is the past. And it is, we hope, the future too.
you looked at me today
Oh how my eyes I want to hide
I try to turn away
but never see the same
my heart pounding to the sound of your name

Your laugh adorable
When you speak
nothing else matters but you
Your eyes so blue
As the ocean and sky
May your deepest secrets hide

Do you even like me?
I want to know the truth

I want to know if my feelings are real
Or should i just continue to feel

I like you for you
Your not afraid to show the real you
You speak with great manner
So why i feel this way?

I dont know
I know i dont want to be in this alone.
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