Art

Photos.
Music.
Paintings.
Stories.
Videos.
Drawings.
Sculpture.
Poetry.
If you don’t capture a moment
in a form of art,
it will eventually
be lost

Forever.

-Amber

Without Thought

My journal’s feeling light these days,
without the weight of words in ink.
Ten months and not a half is filled,
the empty pages left un-thrilled;
it’s time to write and not to think.
My journal’s feeling light these days.

-Amber

Sunset Decuain

The purple, pinkish, orange, golden sky
presents itself most boldly in the west.
The colors wrap around a fiery eye
that stares at me- directly at my chest;
they burn a hole and settle ‘neath my breast.
The breeze is cool as sunbeams grow too weak
to tan the skin on shoulders left undressed.

The eye sinks slowly as the seagulls shriek.
The purple, pink, and orange kiss my cheek.
Oh, what a lovely, breathtaking technique.

-Amber

Pocket Full of Lint

No mind is completely reliable.
Memories stored only in the mind
may as well be used as cash in a casino-
it’s a gamble whether or not your memories
will remain in your mind
like the cash in your pocket
during a game of poker.

-Amber

What I Deserve

This is what I’ve longed for.
This is what I’ve silently begged for
after every tear-soaked pillowcase
felt me drift off into sleep.
I’ve cried out for this
on cool summer nights
and ever colder evenings
scattered throughout every other season.
I’ve demanded that
my body would never
quiver
that my stomach would never
constrict
that the breath in my lungs would never
stutter
they way it had so many times before.
This is what I deserve.


-Amber

Writing

Writing.
So necessary.
Ink on paper.
Release of toxic emotion.
Expression.

Writing.
So necessary
Ink on paper.
Eternalization of beautiful memories.

Expression.


-Amber