"Our graves are laid to rest but how much of us are already sleeping? We lay our head to rest each night and dream of things that seem impartial, but can’t you feel your inner-self screaming things we’ve been to blind to see, what are these memories you speak of? Some of us become restless souls and the only light we see; it’s the only air we breathe. I am having a hard time deciphering fact from fiction, but its you who is lingering in the depths of my mind. You’re so far down that I can’t even see past the darkness you’ve created. You’re wandering down corridors and are given nothing but the sight of created illusion, can you see my ghost? Can you even hear me calling you? Our senses become useless everyday but we choose what we want to disregard, don’t we? I’ve hit a mine, can you stay awhile? Please, just say you’ll stay for awhile. I might be a day or two, but once I set sail these feelings will be one with the sea. Our hearts will be our guide and our minds will be laid to rest. We’ll look below and swim above to everything ever to be known. We’ll throw our compass out the window and watch time direct us to a place where infinity lies. I can feel the sun rising and the storm is slowly departing. We’ll find the shore and crash to the sound of the tidal waves. It’s you who I want to be near, it’s you in which I see the light. Please, just say you’ll stay awhile"-Amber haiku

"You’re always pleasing people but really just pleasing the liar in yourself, who am I to say these things? I’m just someone that remotely sees everything in your misguided heart. I’m just a remedy of collected memory you stored in the back of your mind. You can call me a ghost, you can call me a season, you can call me a mistake, you can call me a regret, you can call me anything you want. God damn, I’ll be it because my self-worth has been proven to be greater than what you exceed to be. While I’m out there finding myself - You’re out there setting traps, and getting set up for things you don’t even realize yet. You’re out there losing yourself to a point of not even realizing it. You’re such a beautiful thing of destruction; young and oblivious and you create your own wars, how many battles do you fight with yourself everyday, honestly? I’m not trying to speak in spite because where is that even going to get me? I speak in the hopes of leveling some kind of understanding, but really? You spend so much time wandering in the shoes of people that you’re never going to cure. You can’t cure a sickness that is already heavy and one with a person. Whether it be physical, mental, or emotional. You can’t be someone’s back bone; when they can’t even stand-up themselves, when are you ever going to learn? You sit in self-secluded silence but you say you like it? No wonder you have nothing to say, you’re always worrying about all the wrong things. Sooner or later you’re going to end up back to square one. Hell, you’re already half-way there"-Amber haiku

Hell, I might as well become another memory to you. I’m half-way there already

At times of adolescences, teens or should I say young adults find themselves overwhelmed and pressured by what the real world throws at them. They fall, they break, and crumble at the seems. But well be reminded anything is possible; No matter what a person has done, did ,or will do. Girls will cry, boys will fight, they will all experiment. Some more than others. Sex, love and all the drugs. No matter how hard they"ll hit the floor, it makes up for some subconscious hatred most people carry around with them, almost like those fashionable backpacks.

A lot of times people don't do the bolder thing to do, don't yeah think? You could have no friends, no girlfriends/boyfriends, nor a good life with your family. Could you imagine your life being just you? Couldn't you just almost imagine not wanting to breathe, or feel? Walking alone is as if you've been walking with the dead all this time. Your heads spinning, everything looks like a cartoon, you fall. Who was there that helped you up? Didn't you ever think you could stop? Have yourself a good ole' reality check?

Right down to the point. Have yourself a life to live. Breath more today, knowing just maybe you won't be able to tomorrow. Your so beautiful inside and out, no, nobody can bring you down. With the things and mistakes that have happened. Think of not today or yesterday, but how about next year? Think of your possibilities. Think of your life. Think of your family. Just sit, and think. With so much love, and life around. Just know that any decision you make today, will show you tomorrow.

Yeah maybe a few years ago, you've never been so low. Yeah maybe it was hard to move on, but baby your better than that. You have so much to see, hear, touch and learn. Reborn. New. Clean minded. With your hands weak but your heart strong, you will knock them all dead.

As I sit here writing this thinking with my own thoughts, not writing or rewording anybody Else's. I'm me and what more could I want? The things I do and or like, are me. The music I listen too, the clothes I like, the people I call my friends, my partying habits, my grades, my attitude and personality. In the past who I am I was not what I wanted you know? But everybody has that don't they? Well maybe unless they were self-absorbed fucks.

I don't and won't take a hit from nobody, ' I do what I want '. I live, I love, I breathe, I smoke weed. I like girls, food and cigarettes. No I don't care what people think or say. With this in mind, I could never be higher. No I don't worry about heaven, and if my sinning with not get me in the when I ' pass on ' or as I would say, die. I will riot in the ground, and bugs will eat me. I will not become a spirit and go to a place were everything is holy, were there are clouds that look like cotton candy. No here's that time for a reality check.

I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid I won't be able to live before that day comes. I want to know that when my time does come, I'm ready to leave all what I have behind.

Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls pants. Use it to get into their heads

Skin and bones is all you're made of. No wonder ghosts follow you around, you have no soul

"There's a familiar progression to the similar lives that we all lead. We're trying hard to become someone we can't be. You wont find grace without honesty. Everyone wants reality so here it is; I believe that nobody is good. We are liars and thieves, we're destroying the peace but we're trying"

I found you naked in the woods

We are just misguided ghosts

"You linger in the shadow of my mind. Your words are like ghosts cast upon my soul that I cannot seem to reach a lot of the time. You opened my eyes to deeper levels of meaning and cast a spell on my vision; everything in my life became gold. You’re on my mind quantities of the time, but I am not sure how to reach you when you’re not even there half of the time. Let me take a second to rewind these images in my mind, and make them what they used to be. Everything in this life is beautiful, everything in this life is beautiful. We are the choosers of what we want to see. Tell me what is it that you see?"-Amber Haiku

Truth be told

"Everyone leaves sooner or later. When will these feelings suffice? I am not sure it ever will, cause each time it still affects me the same as last time. I’m left with the feelings of everything that still torments me to this day"-Amber Haiku

"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society"

"I am so much better off without so many things and I am no longer bitter about the thought of how desperate you are for love, and acceptance. Keep starving and I’ll keep sitting here satisfied with everything I am creating. You’ll be alone in a matter of time but you’re such a beautiful thing of destruction. You can’t save the fucking world; I think my life is living proof, but do things the way it’s suited to your needs. Honestly, how fucking happy are you knowing that you lose everything in your life because they are NOT suited to your needs. Stop building your life around others and start building it around yourself. You are drowning in your own ignorance."

"Everything you ever told me were lies.. Regardless of what you say and I have ever said to you. I came here with nothing and you told me that you had everything to offer, I believed you in a sense of needing to find an escape from the reality I had created for the past 2 years. I thought I could become your reality, I thought you could be my escape, and you were until I made the subtle realization that only I could do such a thing. When the fuck did I become so undignified past the point of losing myself? Everything in my life became so repetitive and I found certain placements and became so un-situated to the point of wanting to destroy everything I knew and that is what I have spent the last while doing. I have finally acknowledged everything that I need to know and there is no where to go from here but the top" -Amber haiku