Revolving Door (April 2009)

He grabbed her hand
The pen traced her skin
With a number
And a promise
Of seeing her again
It was a chance meeting
In an ordinary place
Like it always was
And she already began to plot her escape
She'd been numbing it for years
The pain and regret never left
She just got used to dealing with it
As if she deserved it
Like it was some excuse for her
To put on her armor everyday
For the lovers that came and left
Before the sheets were warm
Before she had to share
A piece of her soul
She would wake to the blinding light
Violently shaking off the night
And the demons it brought with it
Dressing herself
For another day of
DISAPPOINTMENT.

"To Fix the Gash in Your Head" (September 2008)

The orange sun caresses your skin
Kissing each piece of flesh and
Gently placing it back on your bones
Your smile is beautiful and contagious
It stills my tired thoughts and worried mind
But I know I am just biding time
Until the demons dance again
For the morning comes like a thick and heavy blanket
That leaves me cold and shaking
And sometimes coffee just isn't enough...
Maybe if I turn up the music loud enough
I won't be able to hear the thoughts in my head
I won't think of Jill and how she left this world too early
Leaving just memories for her two beautiful girls
I would be able to control my fears and
Stop these tears from rolling down my cheek
And I would know that this lump is nothing
That these extra tests are just precautionary.......
But my mind keeps racing
And the fragility of it all
Overtakes me.

Creating Angels (October 2009)

(Photo of Me by Jules Keith-Le)

~Belly swollen
Ready for birth
Frightened by what
Two souls will bring
To the equation
Will my love be enough?
Will my heart swell
To hold it in
Or explode
Because it's too much
I hold Greyson close to me
It is 2am
And he sleeps
Peacefully
I tremble in fear
Knowing our lives
Will never be the same
My water breaks
And my tears pour
With the same
Intensity
There is no turning back
Now
I kiss my sleeping angel
And say goodbye 
Riley was born that morning
I remember the golden light
In the room
I remember the feeling
When I first held him in my arms
And clutched him to my naked breast
The power and intensity
Of creating such an angel
My body being able to nourish him
So he could grow and
Stumble to keep up with his
Brother
Who held him in his arms
With a smile that
Illuminated
The room
How could I ever doubt
The power of love
Or the bond of two
Brothers
And the capacity
Of a mother's
Heart~

Sparks

~She has

Awoken

Now

Aware

Of the electricity

That sparks

Around her

Creating a lulling

Buzz of bliss

She swims

Effortlessly

Through the

Monotony

That tries to

Shackle 

Her down

The power

That use to 

Frighten 

Her

Is now 

Wildly embraced

With a fuck it all

Fervor
To the questioning
Eyes that surround her
Shedding

Every layer of skin 
Away

That no longer 

Serves her
To finally feel
Weightless
To the world

That use to

Tower
Over her~

~Amber Comber

Garden Tub (December 2009)

She has a garden tub that she never bathes in
And a heart that has grown cancerous through the years
Never admitting the reasons why she gave up on love
She just settles daily for the life that she's been given
Don't get me wrong she is surrounded by love
But love she has not chosen
And cannot feel
For she grew numb to it years ago
When the man she gave her life to
Walked silently out the door
Leaving her behind with a child
So he could find himself
While she lost herself
She has watched this child grow
Everyday
His face reminding her
Of the husband who disappeared
And she settled for another lover
One that does not make her heart flutter
Or her knees weak
One that helps pay the bills
And agrees always
Quite boringly
There are no sparks
No flames
Just a constant longing
For something more........

Yes I have a slight obsession with Trees; this is just a few of my favorites that I've captured.

~The leaves begin to dance from their trees
falling to their deaths
In a sweet surrender
To give beauty &
Await rebirth~

Escapism (March 2009)

She thought often about wearing that dress
The way the silk brushed against her skin
And how his hand felt on the small of her back
She knew it was all a fantasy
He was handsome and charming
And not attracted to women
Still, they went out every night
Holding each other close
While the music pulsed through their bodies
Feeling god like under the lights
Taking chemicals that defied all stereotypes
They would kiss the night away
Their tongues spiraling into a self induced madness
They sat under full moons
Atop jagged cliffs
Their fingers interlocked
Holding crystals in their hands
Dreaming and planning their escape
Their ideas would grow wild
As they laughed with nervous excitement
At the anticipation of it all coming together
They traveled to San Francisco
After drinking sake and
Dancing through
The clubs of Castro
They would stumble back to the hotel
And talk until the morning sun danced
Through the window
They adored one another
And became inseparable
She was his Gala
And he her Salvador
He eventually moved out West
Leaving her behind with his armoire
That she's carried from house to house
They used to talk often
And he would send her beautiful poems
And drawings that represented
The time they spent together
She has since moved on
But often catches herself
Getting lost in the mirror of his armoire
Thinking of him and smiling.