Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Do Not...
Do not be afraid
As shadows fill the night
And demons reach out to grab you
Do not weep, my child
The darkness is your friend
Run, hide from the light
Do not cry my lover
The rose’s thorns are sharp
But blood is prettier when it’s fresh
Do not worry, my friend
Today is my last day
But we’ll be together soon
Do not be sad
For happiness is fleeting
And pain is ETERNAL
As shadows fill the night
And demons reach out to grab you
Do not weep, my child
The darkness is your friend
Run, hide from the light
Do not cry my lover
The rose’s thorns are sharp
But blood is prettier when it’s fresh
Do not worry, my friend
Today is my last day
But we’ll be together soon
Do not be sad
For happiness is fleeting
And pain is ETERNAL
I Am You
I See You
Walking, Strutting, Proud
And rightly so
I Hear You
Sobbing, Crying, Sad
For reasons you don’t know
I Smell You
Honey, fig, spruce
The wind carries it to me
I Taste You
Peppermint and pretzels
And you and I become we
I Touch You
Soft and ever silky
Like skin that’s born anew
I Am You
Walking, Strutting, Proud
And rightly so
I Hear You
Sobbing, Crying, Sad
For reasons you don’t know
I Smell You
Honey, fig, spruce
The wind carries it to me
I Taste You
Peppermint and pretzels
And you and I become we
I Touch You
Soft and ever silky
Like skin that’s born anew
I Am You
Where I Am From
I Am From
I am from pens,
from BIC in a new package and
From tear stains on paper.
I am from the empty house that
Sounds like disappointment and feels
Like prison.
I am from stifled creativity and
Pig- headed conservatives.
I am from putting each other down
And court hearings.
From a sister with
A knife and another with a baby.
I am from velvet dresses and
Baptist churches.
From not being allowed to think for myself.
I am from “You’ll never make it!” and
“You might as well just kill yourself.”
I am from one school and one family to another,
Trying to find somebody to love me.
I am from burnt pictures and memories,
Trying to forget and trying to remember.
I am from a dad with no name and a mom that
Didn’t want me.
I am from making it on my own.
I am from pens,
from BIC in a new package and
From tear stains on paper.
I am from the empty house that
Sounds like disappointment and feels
Like prison.
I am from stifled creativity and
Pig- headed conservatives.
I am from putting each other down
And court hearings.
From a sister with
A knife and another with a baby.
I am from velvet dresses and
Baptist churches.
From not being allowed to think for myself.
I am from “You’ll never make it!” and
“You might as well just kill yourself.”
I am from one school and one family to another,
Trying to find somebody to love me.
I am from burnt pictures and memories,
Trying to forget and trying to remember.
I am from a dad with no name and a mom that
Didn’t want me.
I am from making it on my own.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
I am a potato.
Dear world,
It is time that I tell you that I am really a potato being controlled by a pack of corgis.
That is all.
Love,
Amber<3
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Independence Day
Alright guys. We're free. Other people aren't. We're awesome and we suck at the same time.
That is all.
That is all.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Talking
Talking. It's something a lot of people do every day. I enjoy talking! (Mainly because I like the sound of my own voice.) But what is it about talking that gets some people (like myself) frustrated?
Here's a scenario for you all:
You're sitting at home and you are incredibly upset. You're sobbing these huge obnoxious tears and you've never felt more alone: you really need someone to talk to. You log onto your Facebook and see that two or three of your really close friends are online. (The friends you can always tell anything to and they won't judge you.) You shoot them a "Hey" and a sad face emoticon and wait. Maybe fifteen minutes or so goes by and they've either seen your message and not replied (Thanks for that new feature, Zuckerberg!) or they've completely ignored looking at your message at all. Now you feel even more alone, you're crying even harder, and there's nobody left to talk to. So you get offline and drown yourself in nostalgic music for an hour or two.
You finally calm yourself down with a few YGS videos and cuddles from you cat, and log back onto Facebook. Your friends whom you previously messaged all of a sudden want to talk. Not to check on you, but to tell you about themselves. You can't believe it! You're not sure you even want to talk to them anymore. So you open their messages, let them know you've read them, and log back out. You want them to be just as frustrated as you are. And then you go to bed, angry at your friends, almost hating them.
I know that that has happened to people, because it has happened to me. I do it. I'm not going to beg people to talk to me. But I just think it should be known that if you aren't going to be there when I need you, I'm not going to be there when you want me. I think that that is fair enough.
Now I'm irritated just thinking about it... Sorry guys.
Later!
With love (kinda),
Amber<3
Here's a scenario for you all:
You're sitting at home and you are incredibly upset. You're sobbing these huge obnoxious tears and you've never felt more alone: you really need someone to talk to. You log onto your Facebook and see that two or three of your really close friends are online. (The friends you can always tell anything to and they won't judge you.) You shoot them a "Hey" and a sad face emoticon and wait. Maybe fifteen minutes or so goes by and they've either seen your message and not replied (Thanks for that new feature, Zuckerberg!) or they've completely ignored looking at your message at all. Now you feel even more alone, you're crying even harder, and there's nobody left to talk to. So you get offline and drown yourself in nostalgic music for an hour or two.
You finally calm yourself down with a few YGS videos and cuddles from you cat, and log back onto Facebook. Your friends whom you previously messaged all of a sudden want to talk. Not to check on you, but to tell you about themselves. You can't believe it! You're not sure you even want to talk to them anymore. So you open their messages, let them know you've read them, and log back out. You want them to be just as frustrated as you are. And then you go to bed, angry at your friends, almost hating them.
I know that that has happened to people, because it has happened to me. I do it. I'm not going to beg people to talk to me. But I just think it should be known that if you aren't going to be there when I need you, I'm not going to be there when you want me. I think that that is fair enough.
Now I'm irritated just thinking about it... Sorry guys.
Later!
With love (kinda),
Amber<3
Monday, April 29, 2013
Branson Matheny
Branson Matheny is an interesting individual. He is also sitting in front of me, and if I don't type nice things, he will come to my house and steal my goats.
I mean.. uh... he is a lovely individual who would never EVER steal my goats...
I say that only because he is still sitting here and I love my goats...
Erm... what I meant was... he is a sweet and kind individual.
Love,
Amber
I mean.. uh... he is a lovely individual who would never EVER steal my goats...
I say that only because he is still sitting here and I love my goats...
Erm... what I meant was... he is a sweet and kind individual.
Love,
Amber
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Are cheerleaders becoming more promiscuous?
I suppose that this is an argument that, once made, will cause me to either gain or lose a lot of my dear readers. However, I have an opinion and I have the right to express it. "That's my prerogative!"
YES! I personally believe that today's cheerleaders are becoming more promiscuous! It is only the issue of posting this as an "adult content" post that keeps me from calling them anything worse than skanks! I mean, nobody REALLY wants to see a cheerleaders hoohaa through her spankies! Actually, I don't even want to see her spankies either! I doubt any of you do, but if you remember the days when cheerleaders actually wore clothes- don't you miss those days?!?! Am I the ONLY ONE that thinks that a huge sign of our degrading society is the way our young females are dressing? And cheerleaders are like... a social symbol of femininity! I do NOT want to be compared to a girl who pleases a crowd by flahing her hoohaa at everyone! I mean, seriosuly!!!!
Guys... cheerleadres are becoming the biggest skanks in our society. I don't care if you like it or not. It is my opinion. If you don't like it then I DO NOT CARE!
Love,
Amber
YES! I personally believe that today's cheerleaders are becoming more promiscuous! It is only the issue of posting this as an "adult content" post that keeps me from calling them anything worse than skanks! I mean, nobody REALLY wants to see a cheerleaders hoohaa through her spankies! Actually, I don't even want to see her spankies either! I doubt any of you do, but if you remember the days when cheerleaders actually wore clothes- don't you miss those days?!?! Am I the ONLY ONE that thinks that a huge sign of our degrading society is the way our young females are dressing? And cheerleaders are like... a social symbol of femininity! I do NOT want to be compared to a girl who pleases a crowd by flahing her hoohaa at everyone! I mean, seriosuly!!!!
Guys... cheerleadres are becoming the biggest skanks in our society. I don't care if you like it or not. It is my opinion. If you don't like it then I DO NOT CARE!
Love,
Amber
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Today I Celebrate: A Poem
Today I celebrate
A wonderful day
And put on a smile
To hide all my pain
Today I celebrate
And sit here alone
And hoping my sadness
Will not be shown
Today I celebrate
My fierce love for you
And think of the things
We have made it through
Today I celebrate
With tears and a smile
And hope that this pain
Goes away in a while
Today I celebrate
With pictures of you
And memories and songs
And words that are true
Today I celebrate
All on my own
But one day we'll celebrate
And won't be alone. <3
A wonderful day
And put on a smile
To hide all my pain
Today I celebrate
And sit here alone
And hoping my sadness
Will not be shown
Today I celebrate
My fierce love for you
And think of the things
We have made it through
Today I celebrate
With tears and a smile
And hope that this pain
Goes away in a while
Today I celebrate
With pictures of you
And memories and songs
And words that are true
Today I celebrate
All on my own
But one day we'll celebrate
And won't be alone. <3
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Welcome to 2013
Goodness... it's 2013, folks!! Is it me, or does 2012 feel like it was just yesterday?? ;)
Folks, what do you think? Will 2013 be better than 2012?
Well... guys.... we're about to find out...
Happy 2013, folks! Make it a good year!!
My tips for having a good year:
Folks, what do you think? Will 2013 be better than 2012?
Well... guys.... we're about to find out...
Happy 2013, folks! Make it a good year!!
My tips for having a good year:
- Be yourself. Don't let society tell you who you need to be.
- Do what makes you happy. Don't conform to please anybody else.
- Keep your friends close, don't worry about your enemies.
- If you find love, embrace it. Don't run from it.
- Keep your head up in the face of your enemies. Don't let them see your weaknesses.
- Help others. That way, when you need help, others will help you.
- Chill out. Breathe. Live life in the moment.
Love, Peace, and Happiness for the new year,
Amber<3
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