Love Four letters for a word so heavy. A word that could mold worlds and start wars Love. Complex and abstract. Too consuming for shallow minds to comprehend It’s the gentle touch of a soul you’ve known for ages Or the comfortable silence of a person whose presence is just enough. Love A feeling that…
Author: Amber
Writer, teacher, dog-lover, hiker, and all-around chill person
Hello, 2023!
New year New me It’s what we hear But the previous me Got me here And it was neat to me I don’t want to lose that person Completely Are there improvements I want to make? Absolutely. I want to enrich my soul more Feed my spirit more See the world more Create more and…
On My Author Ish!
What’s up! I know it’s been a minute since I posted something new. I have missed posting poems, reflections, and little short stories. However, there have been some happenings in my life that gobbled up my time to just sit down and let my mind run wild into the realms of creativity. First, I went…
A New Hunger
Carmel coated confection
White Supremacist
You’re not special You’re not unique I know that’s a notion that Makes you surprised Truth be told Its a fact That the majority Of society understands Since the bulk of The world’s humanity Is black, brown, and every variation in between You’re not superior You never were You’re just a being made up Of…
Endless Cycle
Monday again Just trying to survive To Friday Seeking to regain The sweet freedom Of Saturday Desperately seeking An escape plan On Sunday To be free Of the endless Monotonous cycle Being a Creative and living in this society is slightly tortuous. You have to go into these buildings and stay for an allotted amount…
Creatives Are Supreme
Obliterating boredom with the flick of a wrist Stroke of a key Who can conjure worlds and dimensions, Civilzations and cultures Personas and personalities From merely staring at the void of nothingness.
Old Time Love
Give me an old time love Crafted by two souls Destined to adore and Nurture all the dimensions that construct our world Not a life sentence measured by the duration of suffering one can endure But a love with two beings Bringing out the best in each other A love that makes silence comforting With…
Left Unsaid
They were lost. He insisted they weren’t. It was the arrogant-stained confidence of his baritone that struck one of her many wound-up nerves provoking an eye roll. An eye roll he missed like all of her other mannerisms that displayed her displeasure of the state of their relationship. A relationship that had spanned for six…
Peppermint Sunshine 