| I was going through my gallery and I reread this poem and realized that I really like the flow of it and in all honestly the poem in general. I can only hope that people feel the same way. |
| I was going through my gallery and I reread this poem and realized that I really like the flow of it and in all honestly the poem in general. I can only hope that people feel the same way. |


How many times can I say thatHow many times can I say that I'm sorry, so, so, oh so, sorry that I hurt you, that you're still hurt I never meant for it to happen and if I could do it over again I would never have let it happenHow many times can I say that
How many times can I say that I love you, so much, much more
than you'd ever be able to think up I make almost no sense without you if you don't believe me you can just ask
our friends when you get back home and then we can make up and sleep going on with our lives like nothing ever happened
How many times can I say that
I'm scared, more scare


I'm Starting to WonderI'm starting to wonder if I was right and you were wrong and maybe, just maybe I got it backwardsI'm Starting to Wonder
I'm starting to wonder if I am capable of love can I actually have those feelings of significance towards someone else?
I'm starting to wonder if I should stay alone because it seems as if
well, maybe, just maybe I'm safer that way
I'm starting to wonder if I've gotten it all backwards


Meeting my MuseI've met my muse yes, I've finally met you and you're everything I imagined yet you're so much more I can't believe I've finally met you and at first I had no idea what I should do but then you kissed me, caught me off guardMeeting my Muse
Everything hit me all at once all those past feelings they bubbled to the surface you made me shake made me shiver but you also made it better
It's odd how once I was in love with your voice and now I can't help but love the way you smell the way you feel the way you taste
I can't help but


I Hate to Admit It ButI hate to admit it but when you pinned me against the wall that day and then kissed me it had quite an affect on me not just because you had stopped kissing so softly but because you wereI Hate to Admit It But
I hate to admit it but I loved it when you kissed my neck those days and how the thing I loved most of all was that they
were soft and made me think of butterflies in the Spring
I hate to admit it but I like you a lot nobody has treated me the way you do and
I loved it when you'd kiss me hand and how I honestly felt am
| The name's Amber but you can call me Ambi. I'm 18 and write poetry...a lot. I've been writing poetry since I was about 10 years old. I'm not necessarily sure how I started or why exactly, it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time...and it was a good way to relieve stress. I'm not sure what else to tell you 'cept that I take pictures sometimes. I'm really into self portraits and portraits of people when they aren't expecting it. |
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"Nie ma tak dobrze, rrrrobaczku..."
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Does Buddha play D.D.R in Jesus' closet?
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I say never be complete.
// hedgehog's dilemma.
photography: [link]
drawing: [link]
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Does Buddha play D.D.R in Jesus' closet?
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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Does Buddha play D.D.R in Jesus' closet?
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and i find myself once again trapped in the cage of music._
_when comfort and warmth can't be found
i still reach for you
but i'm lost, crushed, cold and confused
with no guiding light left inside~
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Does Buddha play D.D.R in Jesus' closet?
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Does Buddha play D.D.R in Jesus' closet?
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