Biography of Charlotte Ambrosia
I am an open minded, over thinking, hypicritical, person. Arint we all. i like to think deep thoughts. But talk like i can not speak the english languge. My spelling is off a lot, so if you catch something tell me, i know i make mistakes, i need to learn to correct them. I write how i feel, any other way is BS (blarney stone) So in my own personal bias. if you are a poet and you write about love and you do not feel it in your heart and soul, no matter how great and distinguished your use of words maybe. You my friend have not wrote a true poem. that just proves that your ability to speak the english language is advanced but your heart is plastic. 'Ask the blind man who watched it all.'
Charlotte Ambrosia Poems
A Poets Curse
we read these beautiful writings we dream those imaginative poems with the word and letter structure so perfect it is almost a need to call our own
For The Part Of Me That Is Still Whole
She has more respect for me then I will ever know, For she’s at my side where ever I maybe, Where there is light to be found she is there, But when there is not, there is only me,
Keep Your Hands Off My Stack, Jack
Where have all the dreamers gone The lilac petals’ winters fall Piece by piece the roads pull back To substitute an arrival lack
You Were Born Bad Charlotte! You Were B...
the sun sets in the east with it goes the warm embrace of love the night brings no stars most chicago nights seldom do
Victor My Muse
Lilac petals of winters fall, And to the blind whose seen it all. For the sailors destination reached
The None Rhyming Poem (Maybe It's Not A ...
I feel like I am standing. No…Drowning three feet under water. Screaming for help. But no one seems to be coming. I feel like my own Carbon is filling my lungs The more I try to push the water away from my mouth the more air I loose.
Thoughts While On Medication
The younger we are the more we think we know, The older we become the more we realize that we hadent a clue, The more you keep your eyes focused the better you see, The less you keep your heart open the weaker you become,
'Why Coulden'T You Have Been A Little St...
under none existant skies i see you you are talking on the phone we are in a happier time while you stand right there, i stand alone
Have You Ever Got Around To Reading My P...
i know that you are busy no really i understand but could you take just a few seconds at least see what came from my hand
Go I, Before Tomarrow
If I should die tomorrow, before I go Here is some truths I want the world to know My name is not important, nor the hand in which I write My past no honorable mention, as a matter of fact lets not drag it in to the light
Throw To One
Somethings will never be the same, we've gone too far forward to turn back now. posioned is the mind that believed you. That kid behind the smile you thought you knew,
In All My Glory
Apparently when its comes to love I am the villain, I am a thief to a man's heart, I think I am in love, yet I don’t know if I am, The victim is always right,
How is it that the blind can see distances, And the mute speak volumes over words? Why is it every time I get ahead, I am farther behind
Victor My Muse
Lilac petals of winters fall,
And to the blind whose seen it all.
For the sailors destination reached
To the second chance still being beseeched.
To the right that was left and still in search,
For the bible less sermon preached in church.