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Rose Amberlyn Jun 2014
When the past comes to haunt you,
and knocks upon your door,
what will you say?
When the worst is brought upon you,
and decides it's here to stay,
what will you say?
When love has been broken,
and surely tossed away,
what will you say?

Will you smile and say hello?
Or will you turn and look away?

What do I say.
February 3rd
Rose Amberlyn May 2014
Have you ever wanted something so badly, that you forget the
repercussions?
When you gaze into someone's eyes and can see their past.
And can imagine their future.

That vulnerability so fragile.
Putting all you have into their hands, and praying for a miracle.
That connection that breaks your heart, brings you to tears,
and that makes you feel alive.
Is that what love is?

Wanting to be so close to someone,
that you read their every thought.
Gripping that overwhelming rush that bends and shapes your soul.
Accepting all that they are.
Every single freckle, word and flaw.

Is that what love is?
A speechless hold envelops your whole being.
And shakes you from the inside.
This strange and haunting need.
That will forever captivate you and turn you back and forth,
within the soft touch of Love's hands.
Rose Amberlyn May 2014
Gripping our bodies and warming our blood.
This beating drum pulsing in mud.
Wipe away the dirt and clean our worried minds.
This pain that we must leave behind.

Because what connects us may destroy us.
Love.
And yet we cling to hope.
This beautifully tormented humanity,
will make its grand escape.

Because what connects us will save us.
Rose Amberlyn May 2014
Golden grains of sand gliding along the bottom of the sea.
They understand the depths of the earth.
But we cannot.
Ladybugs perched on idle blades of grass.
They see the world in its vast height.
But we cannot.
These eyes that see, deceive us.
We see what we want.
We cannot comprehend with our vision so blurred.
The wandering secrets of the world.
Curled up in corners, unfolding in meadows.
But can we see them?
Rose Amberlyn May 2014
All I crave is that gentleness.
The firsts of things where sweetness rings in the
beginning of love.
The call of sheer simplicity as all falls into place,
and the selfless wanting-ness that remains in all of its grace.

All I crave is that gentleness.
Those bubbles of hope that slowly rise up,
and tickle your insides.
That rush of heat that stains your cheeks,
that you'll never be able to hide.

All I crave is that gentleness.
That genuine, selfless love.

All I crave is that gentleness.
The kind sent from up above.
Rose Amberlyn May 2014
The people that know you don't really know you.
                    Unless you want them to.
Why let in that groggy blur to the clearness in your mind?
Why seep down in grimy mud and force yourself to bind?
That dull ache and restless shake that ponders in your soul,
will only cut you, marr you, rattle you and leave you with a
                                    hole.
Rose Amberlyn Apr 2014
Ernest Hemingway said to write clear and hard about what hurts.

Every wavering lip, every dampened eye and every dent in the heart.

Love is what causes the most hurt.

The desperate, shriveled, damaged, beaten and brutal corpse of it.

Love is not a feeling. It is a commitment.

It can cause a mixture of anger and sadness that convulses inside the chest. Hammering to be let out. Crying to see freedom. To be set free.

It can make you want to hurt who has hurt you, and then bring about confusion as you protect the one you love and hate.

We have no right to touch love. To hold it in our arms and promise that no matter what happens, no matter how bad things get, that we will never let go.

Because we will, and we do.

Love deserves better companions.
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