Amber Dawn

I made this quickly on a day when I wasn't feeling up to school work. I think it went pretty well.

Amber dawn spawns the longevity of another day’s serenade

I’m alive, the red tears that dried on my fist are cleaned from the waters of God

Waterfall of the symphony the sounds I couldn’t hear because I wouldn’t bother to listen

Stuck in my prison, away from the world

There was a time I never left this cage in my chest

I could not give my heart to others

My soul was exorcised by those who came to see me as a demon

And I felt empty

Finally freed from the anger

There was nothing left to live for, the scavenger, the crow waiting for the next corpse

With a clear voice, I split the silence like meal

There was a time for me when the sound of sorrow disappeared

I could no longer hear the spherical lyrics that gave me this hate

What am I?

Am I nothing but a killer who became soft?

Am I teacher who hasn’t learned the curriculum of life?

An artist that painted makeup and sold herself for her family?

I swam through infinite moments to come up for breath and see the sunlight singing, numb

Spriggan’s of oak tree bled the rays of alabaster pacifism, I grasped the branches and climbed my mountains

My scarred body has again become strong enough to walk through the storm, and the winter of words

My hands are here to hold now, to give, not to take

I typed on my keyboard until my fingers wove themselves into stanzas

My hands became composers

I gripped orchestras of conversations under the cityscape of lights like paper lanterns

I conducted the banter and whispers of my fear, I fought my own breath, and walked through

The day passed like my grandfather, like my unborn brother, like my hope and my chances

But it was well spent, on heartbeats, high on the heavens of reality

I left my house, after so much pain, after so much death, after I lost my mind, the cost of it all

I was brought home, angry, beaten, lost, years in the shadows, just to grasp at the light

It took months, but I stood up and started breathing again, when the wind had been beaten from my sails

Trying to catch the runaway train of life, I didn’t realize what had taken my breath away

The stagnating feeling in my stomach was like swallowing the pills I relied on for sanity

I gave up my soul after scrambling towards the sparks of freedom, only to realize the night sky was blind

That the city lights had taken away star-crossed lovers that glowed like gemstones never mined from the earth

I fell and stumbled into such a slumber that I could not stand for what had happened to me

But I had no choice but to wake up and follow my dreams out onto the sidewalk

Each step was difficult, so many months wasting away in a hospital

The clouds parted ways like old enemies, and I keep my friends close, but when your dreams’ closer

You could say I was on cloud nine

I just wanted to live, I wanted them here with me

But I just couldn’t stay

I left behind my dreams, years ago, a decade

I changed, I am not Robbie, I’m just a spectre of someone who gave up on hope years ago

But in the midnight when the fire died, and the wind danced like a dervish with the meadows and trees

The blueberry’s of wilderness may be sour and shrivelled, but life is sweeter than death

I don’t need a dead man to tell me how to live my life

The amber dawn of pandora’s box let my demons see the world

Even if anger is the gravestone of my earl

It’s not like the liquor of cold, will ever chill my silver soul

And when the day ends I will light my way with a warm-hearted glow

I’ve got a fire in my chest, and butterflies in my stomach, but know

A world lives in the body of this deadman

I grow from the strings of a wingspan stitched by needle and thread

A kite of the dead, swept over by the winds of fate, I am afloat on the waves of memory

If people made out of the fabric of this world are to have dreams, we must wear them like a badge of honour

Clothed in the tattered ribbons of our lives

But I wear my heart on my sleeves, an ace with no queen

That ball of fire rising naked is orange metamorphosis, and I cannot see the future, in the light of my mistakes

Because I am the present

And even if my wrapped up shreds of hope the sheets of canvas sky rift like a shapeshifter, I still will give you an open mind

I still hold dreams, my one true gift is hope, patchwork's ends will hang my dread to dry with the satellites

Sunlight and moonbeams, swift ambition’s kaleidoscope, I gaze with voice and raise my head, my heart still beats, though this body's bled

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.