amberj’s writings

I know how you feel
i have been there to
awake in the darkness
and falling into oblivion
scared of an answer
scared of a question
i see you sitting there
dark hair
mascara smeared
trying to figure out the mess
I wish i could take you away
to a better place
i have been there to
i know how you feel
i truly do
because just like you
i hate to deal with him
walking on a tightrope
afraid to say a word
scared to open up
scared to be closed
for yourself
you are brave
you are wise
this will get better
keep pushing on
keep your head above the water
i know what it feels like to be drowning;
and the only person who can help you is yourself
remember I am here also.
I know how you feel
i have been there to.

strands of colorful symphonies
fill her eyes
with love
strength
beauty
imagining
what will come next
she buries her head
plays with the strands
each telling her a different destiny

as her hair slides gently into the water
like an ocean of colorful strands, dancing
like waves on a beach,
dark and yet so light,
does her heart feel,
for the pain, loss and sorrow, but then also for the
joy, happiness, and gratitude,
as she lays in the water she ponderers, on her hair,
a mismatched color-ment of sorts,
dark fades into light, brown into blond and back again,
with hints of red when her head hits the lights; just right;
she plays with each strand as her own,
wrestling with each knot of contentment, each strand of fear,
each powerful moment that has surrounded her , her hair has changed with her,
now as it captures the waters attention
it seemingly melts into oblivion,
her hair like a river , flowing and changing with her,
now it is slowly coming suffering to an end,
the horror,
the pain,
the suffering,
it is moving to a new era of,
starting new,
starting fresh and clean,
free of dirt,
the damage will always be there,
it will just not be visible;
at least not to an innocent bystander,
only to the ones who look inside,
who see her,
through the pain; and the happiness; there is always damage…

In my senior year of high school we were asked to write a model poem; I picked this poem by:

William Wordworth

“THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US; LATE AND SOON”

THE world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; 10

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

Written in: 1806

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My (Amber Jentink’s) Poem:

“Looking in a Mirror”

I am a girl looking in a mirror, look

up in the sky, way up high, the night sky I

look. No, wait I see a bird as it passed by

I wonder to myself as I sit by the brook

as I was reading a wonderful book

There is some Canadian Wild Rye

I notice as I am sitting eating my pie

A man comes to me and says “come take a look”

I come and see it, it is a dead bird

I cry and I weep, full of sorrow

Here it comes a large group, a herd

knowing the concequences of morrow.

Although the night is very much preferred

along the tops of Kilimanjaro.

Written in 2004

glass shards falling out of the sky;

and we all wonder why

its snowing,

and burning,

catching fire

to every place,

every piece,

imagine the concequences of our deeds.

The orange, pinks and blues in the sky surprises me to a stutter of words to write, The tranquil pond sits beside me the fish in it glare through the water, Looking at me as though I am an intruder of their realm of being.
The yellow one sunshine, my fish, looks like a Chinese New Year dragon.
As I sit here by the tranquil pond in my backyard, I wonder if my fish ever have a taste of what is out there, in the world. Will he ever visit China and see these dragons, and then wish he were one? A taste of satisfaction is all anyone needs in life, a taste of what will come. As the night grows darker, and thus the sooner I go, after the minor interruption,  Is there some reason why all of the physical lights go on brighter as the cosmical ones grow darker, and yet god always provides light even in darkness.