http://slow.writerscafe.org/AmberVBlack The original writings of author Amber V. Black en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033786 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I don't know what happens when you die.I would like to think that at the least, you somehow get to see your funeral.You get to see who really gives a s**t and who just took advantage of you while you were there. I would like to think that in your last minutes of life,everything is beautifu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1475288/ Finding someone to run along side with you through the stormis not so much romantic,as a game of strategy. Finding a perfect balanceof flaws, and butterflieswill sometimes leave you crying on your bed.The problem with making a home, made out of smokeis how easily it can disappear.But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1449629/ You need to understand, I am notlike most girls. atnight, I will over analyze everything yousaid to me, searching for lies.  I will destroy myself & everything I have everstood for, to make you happy.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1433482/ I have always been a tsunami ofemotion & no one hasever loved me as much as I needed. Maybeit was because I always got too attached. Maybeit was because I rely on others to give me worth.  I have never been closetomentally st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1433473/ I have underestimated the quiet boy with quiet, hungry lips. Him next to me, sandy hair, heart full of upbeat rhythms and dubstep beats, bursting with life; a nonstop complexity I would never be able to keep up with. And I was filled with dark skies and cloudy days that he just couldn't seem to brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1425469/ I am so much more scarred now,than I was when I first met you.We never got along, but we got togetherpretty damn fastwhen we were both lonely.But,there is a big difference between "I love you"and"I care for you."I was always the feeble one,who hurts everyone in the end.& I have grownin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1425458/ I.Now when I see you I can almost feel your hipbones.My hands almost touching,because yesyou were really that skinny. You were an ivory fragilitythat I have always desired. And though bone structure is genetic-the people who you chose to f**k are not.And maybe that is why&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1421537/ I’d like to think I fell for yousomewhere between when you cut your hair,and before I learned the word ‘No.’It wasn’t that I felt completethe first time you laid in bed with me.more unWelcome.It wasn’t that my name felt safein your mouth;It’s just t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1421531/ The summer you will spend chasing around a blonde boy for the first timewill be the same summer you will learn you can hurt someone.It will be the summer spent strumming half known tunes on an acoustic electric guitarwhile trying not to catch a chill next to the campfire.It will be the one spent tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1421525/ It hurts to know that the hands that once comfortedyouhave fallen to ashes;that the hands that wiped away your tears-the pain, that Inow stuff in my pockets. It hurts me to know that I can no longer call you my friendbecause when you were gone,Someone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1279990/ I think I made you up inside my headbecausenothing else was realAnd you �" held meand kissednumbness away. But you toldher we were nothing and,I thought I made you up inside myheadAnd I�" gaveeverythingnow left.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1279988/   “Keep the closetclosed” he saidBut I dared openit.Standing there, leaving the life I lived;A constant wave of caution cleverly escaping mygrasp.I jumped in,   - h       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1279986/ Time stops for no one,They tell me. I tell them,Take a look inside that hourglassAnd time will stand alone.Each grain of sand,A story,A memory. Take a look inside that glass,You see the time we danced at the party,Masquerade masks, my crimson .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1262881/  heavy-eyedfaulting with creativitybut-harnessing the hope for tomorrowin sync with emotion-bursting-like a Geyser viral informationleading me to my futurenow all I need to do ishold onto the memoriesleft-in my old attic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1262880/ This is it.This is where westand.After two years;I guesseverything I feltwasn't enoughfor you -I guess my ownflesh and bloodwasn’t enough tomake you stay.And after twoyears, - my reason is still you. I guess y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/1262877/ At my funeralwill you leave me flowers? Will you be able to say something good about me?About my life,and how i have lived it?Or will you walk away?Without utterig a word,silent. At my funeral,Who will come?Who will care?Who has been fooling me?Who will cry?And who will stay strong?Will my life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/968133/ As fall makes its final rounds,Winter crawls into nature;Scarlet leaves ice over,Children appear, dressed in bright colorsAnd a frozen tundra wonderland is every child’s fantasy Cheerful music fills our ears,And a peaceful smile is seen all around.Inside, a family sits alo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmberVBlack/532288/