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Rose Amberlyn Mar 2022
When I was young,
I was afraid of the dark unknown.
The blackened sea surrounds my bed,
That seemed to surely grow.

I couldn’t sleep,
And so I’d sit,
Peering through my window.
Watching the clock and waiting,
For morning’s warmest glow.

Her sky like lips,
Pastel purple and blue.
She’d finally take a deep breath,
And she’d come alive,
Brand new.

A magic wand to paint her face,
To give life to the day.
To fight off the dark stormy sea,
To send my fears away.

And now I’m grown,
Aged many years,
The dark sea just a blanket.
That swallows me and sets me free,
Until morning comes to take it.
Rose Amberlyn Mar 2022
Faces and freckles.
Eyes and skin.
A mask to wear,
a mouth to grin.

It’s a package we prefer,
To what lies inside.
The water, the blood, the cells
The soul.

The thick, living particles that make you feel whole.

They say,
Eat healthy, drink water,
Get some good rest.
How about living deeply and wildly and forgetting what’s left?

This energy inside of you is dying.
This anger inside of you is thriving.
Who have you become?
Who are you?

Before you lose every last living flame inside you.
Feed yourself.
Water yourself.
Grow your soul.

Fill that black living hole.
if souls are real, mine is on autopilot
Rose Amberlyn Jun 2021
I'll always give my all for you.
I'll always protect you.

A wavering candle trying to stay lit.
Darkness trying to swallow me whole.
To set my smokey haze upon the room.

Even in the darkness I'd see you.
Even in the quiet I'll hear you.
Even in my deepest fears, I'll hold you.

I know not how to be a stone wall.
To keep all monsters out.
Aren't guardians supposed to?
To know the fear that those before must have faced,
Is heart sickening.
The fortress we thought we were sheltered in,
Was just a picket fence.
And now I stand.
Wood shaking in the wind.
Guarding.
I cry, I scream, I bellow into the storm.
You cannot have my little girl.

I will not let you.




Anxiety is mourning every possibilty.
I wear all black.
I walk in the sun, and see nothing but shade.
1 in, 1 out
Rose Amberlyn Nov 2020
It wrestles with the leaves,
Hurries with the cold,
Floats with the knowing,
And chills in the bones.

A fickle friend,
To taunt and play,
To cool you off,
And breeze away.

The wind you say,
That is the answer.
Or is it fear,
The silent dancer?
Rose Amberlyn Jul 2020
I'm awake,
With my eyes closed.
Write what you're feeling.
Paint a masterpiece.
Take photos all day.
Make short films like you once did.
Read every book you can.
Bake new creations.

Live up to your potential.
I'm asleep, with my eyes opened.
Rose Amberlyn Jun 2020
Joy
It's in the soft wrap of a blanket,
The warm touch of the sun.
The loving look from a baby,
The gentle hold of your bed.
It's in the crisp bite of an apple,
The slow sway of the flowers.
The sweet music that fills you,
The joy of not worrying.

It's there.
Rose Amberlyn Apr 2020
Do you hear her when you sit outside?
She is singing.
Yelling, laughing, talking.
The wind touching the leaves,
The trees swaying in her breath.
The clouds moving as she moves.
She dances.
You're never alone.
All you need is sit under her great sky.
You were meant to be here.
You're alive here.
We hide in our homes,
Our buildings,
Our hearts.
But we are seen.
Under the great sky.
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