Give me a reason

From deep within I feel the pain
The secrets slowly rising up again.
My aching heart once did hide
The scars it held so deep inside.
A blanket of tears
Shatters like mirrors
Pieces of me lay broken
Whispering words left unspoken.
Once again, I’m brought to my knees
Begging for this hurt to ease.

Challenge me to stand
Grasping firmly my unsteady hand.
Provoke the light that’s been hidden;
Touch me in ways I’ve been forbidden.
Listen to my cries
Give me a reason to rise
From this tattered silhouette;
Bruised black, blue, and violet.
Cause my heart to heal from this pain
Loving me, as I learn to love again.

~Amber~
Written July 22, 2011

Loveliness

I have plucked a rose for you.

Upon its petals, a softened dew;

Tears I have shed for a love so true.

A friendship so true has come to pass.

A friendship as pure as diamond glass.

Time holds still in our hourglass.

~Amber~

Written July 22, 2011

Colors of Amber

A weary soul lay still in this barren plain of despair.

Silence.

Her dull cesious eyes stare into a blackened, cloudy eternity.

Lips, once a fiery cinder, now faded to that of deadened amber rose.
The delicate isabelline laced dress she wore kissed her skin with the gentlest embrace; long ribbon ends danced from the corseted top she intertwined within her long slender fingertips.

Peach-blushed cheeks against her milky complexion; pale.

Splintered shards of porcelain, metaphoric pieces of her past, lay scattered, sprinkled wet with tears and haematic fingerprints.

Emptiness has consumed her leathered heart. 

Its stitches loosed carelessly, bleeding her out timelessly.

She lies, peacefully.  Waiting.  Secretly.

~Amber~

 Written June 16, 2011

Thoughts

Have you ever had those moments where you suddenly realize you want to be somewhere else than where you are in that moment?  You find yourself wandering off in your mind, walking around in a dream state, meandering between thoughts of mediocrity and superiority of your own emotions and realize, you're at peace with that feeling?

Time and again I have "opened" my eyes, though already opened, and realized I was daydreaming.  I was somewhere I didn't belong and craving to be in my own little dream world.  It's odd how these daydreams seem so real as I slowly slide into my own subconsciousness.  They become a part of my senses.  I can see the colors and textures, tangibly reach out and embrace the images dancing around in my head.  Though I cannot realistically say I can smell or touch these interactions, they become real nonetheless, because I desire them so much.

Colors do that to me.  They inspire me to stare into space and mentally escape into a peaceful state of mind, so to speak.  Darkened and alluring, burgundy, cobalt blue, black, deep purple, emerald green... these are are colors that draw me to a darker Dream World.  Mysterious and inviting, it opens up a new "vision" of darker passions while I day dream.  Fall colors, green, amber, brown, fire orange... these draw me back to my favorite memories of me as a child; running through 10 acres of pasture barefoot, tall grass hitting my pale skinned knee caps, the sun setting in the horizon, as the dark blood of a handful of mulberries stained my hand and corners of my mouth.  Can you imagine?

My thoughts trail off into the Infinity.  I belong here.