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My back aches
from all the congratulatory pats.
Bestowed by those who wouldn't have
acknowledged me in the street before,
...
The oracle spilt its parables.
Flung from lips of lucidity,
fragments fell into the aether
and merged with fleeting images
...
where's my sunshine gone to?
where's my ray of hope?
where's the help i need now
as i dangle on this rope?
...
How could they not?
It is just an inescapable given
that they would find you irresistible.
One after the other, or several at a time
...
DEATH is....
* to some a torment, spent in hells eternal night
to some a relief, the weary soul taking flight
...
In the mournful gloom
crackling death knells of forest debris,
sound a thunderous symphony
as vegetation, castoff and prostrate,
...
A wave came forth from the ocean
and broke upon the shore,
here on desolation's beach
I remember you once more
...
She comes to me at night
when I lie in bed,
and though I try I can't ignore,
the voice inside my head.
...
without consideration
for all of the duration
all was taken with expectation
no remorse or realization
...
amber roser Biography
Some of these poems are from my young teens when I wrote alot trying to explore and escape the black place that was my mind then. Thankfully i ended up a reasonably balanced adult, delighted to find that i didn't have to be living in despair to write. I love Blake, Spenser, Byron and Tennyson but even more i love reading all the great work you guys put out there. Thanks for taking the time to come see me, dropp me a line.)
The Best Poem Of amber roser
A Loving Family
My back aches
from all the congratulatory pats.
Bestowed by those who wouldn't have
acknowledged me in the street before,
and who've shared so many conversations
about me behind closed doors.
Well done.
See I'm better.
As easy as you all said it would be
and now i can bask in this conditional love.
How happy you all must be.
I'm so glad it could all be resolved
at such little cost to yourselves
and only a small, soul shattering cost to me.
Now you can sleep again.
I mean figuratively, since you never really lost any,
but saying it to one another really showed that you cared.
Now I'm gonna leave
so you can all pat yourselves on the back
and congratulate each other on a job well done.
With my back turned
you can't see the expression on my face.
Unsurprised at the irony
that only the script has really changed,
but still you're too blinded by yourselves
to see that the actor is simply playing a part.
With my back turned
you can't see the expression in my eyes;
Mocking your mock concern
and feigning your feigned love.
Its easier like this, with my back turned
because the knowing behind my look
might actually keep you awake after all.
Don't you hate how i know
that it does.
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