I called her Amber
because she's a jewel
she glows with warmth
like a fire fueled
an ancient soul
trapped in her eyes
just like in amber
are fireflies

or a cut version

I call her Amber
cos she's a jewel
aglow with warmth
like fire fueled
ancient soul
within her eyes
just as in amber
trapped fireflies

Rolling out of bed, feeling kinda dead I read a note my mom left, I think.

"You're dead kid just kidding but get the dishes out the sink!"
I blink, look at Pisces, the fishes, and think "I'll have a drink."
I get a glass of water saying "What're you thinking?"
I may be superstitious in addition to grinning, 'cause that looks delicious, so much so my head goes spinning.
Grab a slice of pie 'n have a chit chat with Death,
"Man I wanna die but I can't take a breath. This **** is getting quite old now, I'm a ******* mess. I'm not even dressed yet and I'm really depressed. God please bless me or ******* lay me to rest, or dress me, I'm guessing you'll give me a vest. I've messed up so much in my life, I've made no progression. Please suggest that I've had the best and give me that vest. I'm feeling quite cold now; still feeling undressed. I go through the beta test, next up the alpha test, then way over the cuckoo's nest. What's next? A hornet's nest? Is that your ******* best? I'm unimpressed; and now I'm resisting arrest. You can't have me; I'm me not the rest! But I guess if you're still thinking about it... cardiac arrest."

I seem to go back and forth, neither coming in first
It's hard to choose when you don't know your worth.
It feels like the worst, like I could blow up or burst, right through the roof, or maybe down through the earth.

Poets show their naked pain

And this, I think
Pouring yourself onto pages
Is the greatest art of all

Kiss me with your razor blade tongue.
Let your lips press against my throat, for they are like knives.
Let your scissor hands slit my wrists.
They tell me your heart is made of gold but your soul is made of onyx.
Dance your fingertips across my skin in one's hope of love.
But darling, you could never love.
You're heartless.

Passionate kiss,
You clawing at my shirt
I can feel you
Your hair in a craze
Your fingers through mine
You whisper, "Oh God, how I waited for you."

Transitioning from then to now, she contemplates her place. But time that passes proves evident, by the wrinkles on her face.

She looks down at her worn hands, as they reflect her tears. Free Yourself branded on her wrists, so it may absorb her fears.

Place it in a basket, flowers bloom of lust. Building walls impenetrable, bricks made of magic dust.

Fairytales they faded out, so many years ago. Buried in the person she sees, yet her reflection doesn't show.

To the reader who is alone right now,
Find comfort in my poetry,
To you I will vow,
That my words will never keep you lonely,

To the reader who is in love with someone,
Don't worry about what it will become,
Love that person with all your heart,
Love that person even if something is keeping you apart,

To the reader who is heartbroken,
Grab a pen,
Write down what you feel,
Write until you start to heal,

To the reader who has depression,
I have a huge compassion,
For you,
Please give yourself the happiness you are due,

To the reader suffering with anxiety,
I know how you're feeling,
Now is not a time to worry,
Nor a time to cling,

To all my readers,
I am not your leader,
But I want to give you all some advice,
Please think about it twice,
Stop worrying,
Start living.