Tears of the World
And when the World wept its tears were clear. It looked exactly like theirs, mine, and them. So we all grieve the same… imagine that. Amber Choisella
Poetic Choi
Starry Eyes
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently. -Bill Watterson
The First Day of Summer
The light was green, 4am, I knew it was ok to proceed, your screams I will never forget, our bodies jolted, slightly twisted In less than 10 seconds we were crashed, oh the adrenaline took hold as I climbed and blasted myself from the wreckage Police and the lights, as the witness and suspect stay …
Advice from a Dying 24 Year-old
Too Beautiful NOT to Share! “Advice from a Dying 24 Year Old”
Dot
For 7-14 days my emotions jump round contentment, sadness, isolation, hopelessness, ugliness, and sometimes angriness for no reason, and let’s not forgot the excess water weight, why… because Eve ate from the tree? Just to say, yeah I’m not a mother today… The torture.
Transparency
My eyes they weep, the phone rings and it’s you. And you would never know These tears were for, were of you… Words never speak right or clear but transparent when read, I knew you would understand, you always understand. You accept me. Challenge. Respect. Encourage. Support. You Love me. No amount of beauty in …
Amour in Reflection
Love is space, while time is measured by the heart. No room for doubt you are my twilight, my midnight while all is still, I reside within you. And nothing is perfect or without. Waterfalls and streams cycle out impurities Yet centuries across each breath is an experience, brand new. Anew. As we sleep our …
Rendezvous
Hopeless and stuck within myself all the while Knowing this moment is for Learning and growing, yet I feel lost Without a cost you, YOU lifted me You enlightened me, you saved me From the abyss within… My bliss Your love will always save me.
Lessons Downtown
Downtown we walk, in love, in sync Until HATE speaks. Ignorance doesn’t like that we don’t look like we should match, yet before I can think I inadvertently speak Which doesn’t make me any before than thee…..
Embers
May showers made me so blue death of a love and the embers of what’s left of the house I grew up in and all I can do is weep in silence, in silence I weep, but smiles I keep May, are these the flowers I deserve?