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Amber De Maio Poem
He stands with a straight spine that bolts out of his back like jagged knives.
His eyes burn into yours. They light like fire turning yours to ash.
His Australian accent leaves a bitter taste, but flows like honey.
“Grow up...grow up like me.”
But you haven't grown. But I don't want to be like you.
“Don't hide your accent. Show it.”
But I don't want to. I want to fit in with the rest.
“Have children when you grow.”
But who said i want to create more like me? What if they mess up like….or worse than me..?
But the words don't stop.
They continue.
They create.
They try to conform and convert.
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Amber De Maio Poem
The sun has finally shone
Out of the clouds
That have covered it for years.
The air to the throne has been born.
Pure Soul.
Gorgeous soul.
Truthful soul.
Inspirational soul.
Determines soul.
Smart soul.
The air to the throne has been born.
The white smile jumps,
Jumps out from her tan face,
Jumps from her dark hair.
The blankness in her eyes
Hides her truths yet,
The white around them prove there really is,
A heart of gold.
The air to the throne has been born.
She's caring.
Shes loving.
She's imperfectly perfect
She's an unround circle.
She's not traced.
She's drawn by herself.
She's draws her own body and being,
Yet people stain their blood on her skin
As a mark of remembrance and
Symbolism.
Yet again they do this,
Hoping that they could have her for themselves.
The air to the throne has been born.
She may be daring and adventurous,
But she's sensitive.
She's your shoulder to cry on.
She's your sister-figure.
She's that one we all want.
She's the flash of warmth and
Love we need.
The clouds have shifted.
The sun shined.
Then again it disappears…
Waiting for this amazing soul to pass.
The air to the throne has been born and moved on.
The earth sits and wonders if another human could be created as Well as this miracle.
There is now a new soul to the throne.
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When the guns fire.
When the bombs explode.
When the last man standing finally falls.
Its the end.
When the ammos gone.
When the wall of men that protected you dies off one by one in front of you.
When you cant sleep; knowing you may never wake again.
Its the end.
When you have no food.
When you have nothing to drink.
When you have nothing but the clothes on your back.
Its the end.
When scorpions crawl into your "Bed".
When your fort is burnt to the ground.
When your best friend leaves you because he's dead.
Its the end.
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Amber De Maio Poem
I am a singer and a writer
I wonder what I will become
I hear tears falling down faces
I see the inside of one’s souls
I want love and desire
I am a singer and a writer
I pretend everything's O.K.
I feel pain
I touch the heart of another
I worry for us all
I cry when others don't
I am a singer and a writer
I understand the world isnt perfect
I say believe in your future
I dream of a perfect place
I try my best
I hope to live forever
I am a singer and a writer
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As far as the eye can see.
Of darkness.
A black pit.
You expect to be lost.
To loose yourself.
Yet again, you can find your true self in darkness.
To find your inner soul.
A killer could be lurking in the corner.
Face like white.
A sharp knife in one hand.
His fingers clenched so tightly around the leather grip of the blade turns his knuckles white.
How can you protect...
When your cant see....?
A fairly could be standing on the other side of this dark place.
Skin like butter.
Beautiful smile.
Amazing blue wings and green dress.
They sparkles and flutter as glitter falls to the ground that you cant see.
But how can you smile at something....
When you cant see it...?
Your answer..... It's dark.
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