http://slow.writerscafe.org/ambur The original writings of author ambur en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013052 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My entire being weighs heavy on my soul I’m trying…I swear it. Wont you believe me?These thoughts won’t rest, and I’m slowlySuffocating on my own never ending poison. Sometimes my mind whispers to my heart The most agonizing, aching lies, and itBelieves every sin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2842246/ I started slowly drinking, and not intentionally,But it numbs the pain just enough to where I can bear its weight. It’s almost enough tofeel a subtle relief from this god forsakenExistence…the temporary release is allI have to look forward to, now, andMy eyes are red with te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2842245/ Food and sleep are no longer necessities;They’re chores and I’ve not the energy. It’s relief and a desire to feel something Less than drowning, merciless existence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2842244/ I spilled cereal milk on my favorite shoesAnd it seeps through and touches my toesAnd it dances with my skin in the wrong tempo. I wipe them down, but the feeling lingers. My toes and skin and shoes are angry now;I should buy some socks to catch the messNext time and bid the shoes a hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2842243/ I get so close before the fall,Before I start drowning in a poolOf lies and deceit and mercilessReassurance that I’m not to blame,That I am perfect in so many ways;I cannot seem to break the pattern. I want to break this patternI beg you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2842242/ I found the rest of me Curled up in you. It’s keeping you warmWhile you find theRest of you, and I’mWaiting for the exactMoment you realize…It’s here with meKeeping me warm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2842206/ She thinks the f*****g world of you,But your whole world is on fire, and The smoke is blinding and choking.Tell her to stay, tell her to wait for The smolder to clear, and tell her howMuch you’ve missed her when it does. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2842205/ The mirror is a reminder Of just how far I’ve come And just how far I can go. So, I’ll worship that reflection With faith I will one day be Enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2842204/ Screaming quietly almost silentlydrowning in the place between bliss andfrozen darkness--blue lips bobbingjust above the surface, just....enoughto keep me from sweetsucculent death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2840437/ My skin and bones slide out of bed each morning,per routine, and it makes a cup of coffee, and ittakes a deep breath...and it cries. Then it putson its face and marches out the door to shake hands and shoot smiles with other faithful alibis.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2840435/ There's this preconceived notion that poetsknow all the right words, in all the right order;But the truth is it's just our internal voicesscreaming internal thoughts so loud thatWe write them down just to silence the noise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2840434/ Bad days.Bad hair days.Bad bone days.Bad days...Where my pockets are full ofDangerous thoughts and Unspoken fear and all the words IShouldn't say out loud.But thenA good day comes alongand steals my pockets full of Dangerous thoughts and Unspoken fear and all the words IShouldn't say .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2840433/ My favorite color is green.I love all shades of green,but my favorite color is Some where between PineGreen and Emerald GreenBecause it reminds me ofthe Forrest at TwilightIn the early days of Autumnand how peaceful solitudecan truly be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2840432/ You came in like a sudden Summer thunderstorm,and you left like a simmering Hurricane in August: devastating. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2826140/ I am an echo of what used to be;A hint of shallow, haunted whispers. It’s been seven suffocating yearsSince your selfless lips brushed mine…And with it you stole my every breath. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2825816/ The seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days;They’re poetically dancing around my face As I tire to hastily grasp a few fleeting glimpses, Just a few momentary breaks in the silence…I wish to shove them temporarily in my pocket And borrow them for a more permanent need:For .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2821204/ Just something I thought of while driving home one day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2820771/ Pardon me, for the sudden Breeze of pure affectionHas me drowning in a wave Of sweet, succulent emotion,For which I cannot escape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2801941/ I do not dabble in the fine art Of short, simple conversation. For I am an ocean of utter chaosLonging for just one beautiful soulTo match the subtle Madness within. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2801940/ The words, they form so naturally,A foreign concept to these hushed lips; With you, effortlessly they flow...Like the colors of a Summer Sunset,Melting together in an intoxicating Kaleidoscope of candid, perfect lust. I'm amazed, and I need someone to tell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2763422/ Heart break is universal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2162524/ I can never find sleep. My mind and heart are never silent. I overthink, replay, and repeat; pretend Until I cannot bear to feel anymore. It is no super power, Not something to glorify. I’m good, but I’m chaos. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2161324/ Can I love you-Whilst your eyes pierce my skin,Underneath the infinite stars. Can I touch your fleeting mind-As your lips extinguish these thoughts,Beneath a raging sea of woven fabric. Can I feel your hands, your entire soul-Dancing around my feverish heart; Forever now and forever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/2158586/ Take that knife of wicked misconceptionAnd pierce it through my slow beating heart.For death is the only form of reasonable artTo help cure this forsaken slighted deception...Kill me purposefully.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1572875/ I want to listen to your heart beat for hoursAnd forget I breathe at all.I've built a fortress, my kingdom I hideBut for you I surrender my wall.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1554810/ Irrelevant words, when the one who wrote them is not longer whole, no longer tied to the currents of romance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1554107/ I'll fall asleep to the sound of the rainInstead of the rhythm of your heart--It's easier that way.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1554069/ It's the motion of the gestureAnd how it symbolizes freedom.A stroke of the wrist, a toss of the head,The simple art of falling apart.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1375994/ I pray my breathing becomes heavySo I have a reason to let go, andForget the struggle I'm so obviouslyFailing to keep tamed.The only thing not invisible in thisWorld is written words and lightlyHushed quiet whispers, but Sometimes, even they go unnoticed.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1372345/ rough draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1361913/ The facade you see, the person you loveIt is not whom you think it is.For I have faults and tears and painIt's just, I'm the best at building walls.The facade you see, the person you love,It's a mask I wear with confidence.For I have scars and wounds and fearsIt's just, I'm the best at falling apart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1357604/ This is just a random rant I needed to express. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1115956/ Unfinished, rough draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1104871/ I'm sitting here in this empty house,The lights turned off, the noise blocked out.My thoughts are magnified 150 percent. This fleeting heart, this raging distance--Don't push me away, I'm good for you.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1100489/ The secret lies beneath our labored breathsas you take me by the waist tonight, withPerspiration, aspiration, such content sighs.As I lay my head to sleep, close my teary eyes:I drift into such silent moving lullabies.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1099732/ The clouds speak in lyrical cause,Whispering, waltzing, words in my ears,So soft, I barely can hear.Like wisdom to my soul, I walkAway from the damn-est of men,Every time a failing heartache.But It's a beautiful night, a softened breeze. I'll lay here now, wind in my dark hair, and I'll th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/1067699/ An old piece I recently found. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/782420/ Coffee is almost my life! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/771607/ Beautiful eyes, and a handsome smile,There’s those legendary flies in your stomach--I have been corrected, those butterflies.Soft skin, and pleasurable hands,I think I smiled way too much today--Is it natural to still be smiling?Well dressed, and every bit of beautiful,He asked me why I was so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/771589/ The trees are whispering unfaithful words;The ground is beating out of time.As the rain begins to fall, the clouds begin to turn--There's an omnious feel about the wind.Her fate is to her side in the form of a handsome boy;Grabbing her hand with a sincere smile:"It's time, my dear. Let's go."And the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/771588/ Life is adventureous. It teaches us to live, to learn, to grow--all of which I have done recently. I have this urge to just live; go out into the world without a care and live. Living is a wonderful feeling. It's one above happiness. I would assume living is compared to flying. In it's least state, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/771587/ So here's the start againAnother cry for the unforgiven;We've been undefined for long,Basking in this sorrow song;But now we have to lay our head,Our selfish past left for dead,And wonder where the other lies--Under blue and orange mixed skies?--Or behind a cold, malevolent stare?Some times repeats .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/771585/ I seem to write when I am in touch with the objects of nature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/771584/ I'll drive down to the river,And sit and wonder whyI ever said a single word,Or why I took the stand.Yet here I sit once again,Hoping for this withered grassTo not be my only company.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/771582/ Something about the night screams: olvidado.The rustling accentuates your frozen limbs--Captures the new moon, invisible in the heavens.The ground, permissibly solid, encouragingly fearful--Something about your voice, it screams: me sientoAnd the abstract turns into a concrete nightTouchin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/771579/ Oh, such mind, so anorexic; these thoughts I cannot consume.My mouth, bulimic, i cannot stop these spewing words.These sounds, asthmatic--so restrained beneath my breath.Confined, pursued, misled, astray. . .just gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/767573/ I thought of this while listening to Shakira's song "Waka Waka." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/735438/ You are the water to my fire,the everlasting smolder to my dying ashes.Part thou lips sweetly, to bid retire, andwatch as life and breath quickly clashes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/711456/ Just another poem I wrote in the mists of busniness at Starbucks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/597748/ I love you with your brown eyesAll curled up with sleep. I can feel a connection, yes,Between me, and you, and your dreams. . .We're hiding from a delirious Sun,and running from a malevolent midnight. Hold steady, softer now, for we areall curled up with sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambur/592662/