Omnipresent Flow
Can we go back to Wonderland, an existence that is no particular place but everywhere at the same time?
Poetic Choi
When Tears Dry
Heartbreak, You are my greatest adversary; your fertile imprints planted the seeds that has blossomed my growth, hmm my soul. At your worst, you are love Amber Choisella 💐
Walking Through The Rain
And when everything seem to be falling down you create arches, bridges, and roads for me to travel round, or maybe it’s through… And when you ask me what 2 +2 is and I say me plus you, you argue with me, challenge and disagree with me, you help me grow. And I miss your …
Cheer Up Chuck
How did we grow to here, is it that we fell? Isn’t that what lovers do? Un-true, you and me grew into one without ever falling. Amber Choisella
Wanders of the Pen
And if you should ever have to wonder Just think about the day we went hiking in the pouring rain and all that we experienced together. Never search for what is never far behind, and I’ll always remind you that I’ll always become What you became to me. Love Amber Choisella
Amberland
Looking in the mirror I see a different person, unrecognizable, I fade away to a place you’ll never find, immersed deeply within my own mind. I’m here but not really, there but not completely, wandering yet not lost. Don’t search for me, I’m not tryna be found. Follow me, get un-lost with me, these are …
Red Beans & Rice
Know that whenever he slaves over a hot stove On a unusually hot Spring day with little breeze, Louisianan style, to feed you, His Queen, You are loved.
Nothing I Forgot To Say..
I was inspired by another blogger to write about you. So much of you is everything I’ve ever wanted to see you know, to really perceive, and be part of my reality. You are… Words that fade when I reach to say how I feel about… You are galaxies, not a fallacy of …
Jazz for the Soul
I feel like I should be smoking a cigar while sitting on a wide house porch somewhere near the bayous of New Orleans. Where the air is un-still and I have no sense of will, just laziness as I sit in a large wooden rocking chair listening to The Dave Brubeck Quartet. But when I’m …
u·biq·ui·tous
Your eyes sometimes look like this and I get lost in them. Floating aimlessly and “directionlessly”, wish I could stay here, or there amidst the stars and the nebulae… I should be able to tell you why or how I feel but words freeze where there’s dis-ease and I’m just sick of not being able …