she wore a smile.
the sun blew red droplets into her hair.
a beam of light shown off of her.
She was the epiphany of love.
calmness rolled off of her in waves.
Beauty captured her face.
She was heavenly and wise.
She was the one who got away.
She walked.
You stared.
Your face scowed in unfamiliar acknowledgment.
How long had it been?
Five, Six years?
She look stunning.
It was midday and you was on your lunch break.
Some stupid ass job to go along with your stupid ass life.
She wore a playful sun dress
white cotton
innocent.
Her hair was longing then you remembered.
It hung down in loose curls to her lower back.
She final
A Breif State of Pleasure. by mibella-amore, literature
Literature
A Breif State of Pleasure.
f State of Pleasure.
"Your right, but who would it hurt if we kiss? God, I wanted to kiss you for so long." I looked at her and let a shy smile creep onto my face. "Could we, you know, maybe do that?"
"I couldn't stop. It wouldn't be enough for me."
"Common, we can handle this. I mean it's just a kiss right?"
I watched her nose crease as she begun to laugh nervously. I have never seen her nervous, I have never looked past her Kalmey's' exterior. She rose from the couch, "Okay, I'm getting too excited here. We need to stop."
I watched her walk in front of me, heading toward the door. Two months of hidden desire raced through my blood
two little girls.
1.
No one ever sees the scars, the ones inside only visible when you look closely enough. The only way to escape these scars is to document them onto paper. With the words I intertwine pieces of myself, and a little bit of other people. I lace in lies, love, trust, hate, and in the end it is hard to tell if this is really letting me escape these scars or if they are pulling me in closer.
They tell about events of love, relapse, hope, anger, helplessness, recovery, and damage. The documents weep like a small negated child wanting to be touched. They are so precisely accurate that anyone who reads them would know every emot
Favourite genre of music: Indie, but i love everything. Favourite photographer: diane arbus. amy arbus. Favourite style of art: drawling. MP3 player of choice: iPod. Shell of choice: conk. Wallpaper of choice: photo printed. Skin of choice: i have no idea. Favourite cartoon character: Cheese. Personal Quote: love. simple. love.
Favourite Visual Artist
VanGogh
Favourite Movies
Loving Annabelle
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
A cross between The Spill Canvas, Goldfrapp, Imogen Heap, and Ani Defranco
"Sitting quietly under a tree, the young girl drew in the small notebook that was resting lightly in her lap. She was thinking softly about the chaotic life that was all around her, but being here, in this spot, she felt content. It could be because the soft breeze was hitting her just enough to be comfortable. It could be because the sun was lightly kissing her honey coated skin. Or it could simply be because the beautiful chestnut colored hair girl that had her head lazily resting on her shoulder."
I was envisioning a movie i would make. You know the future novel i want to write? Then, hopefully, turn it into a kick ass movie. The drama an
My name is amber.
I am just amber.
No one else.
I can't try to be anyone for anybody
Take me as i am.
I hope you can respect that.
I am 17 years old.
My passion is{{writing.}}
I will impregnate you with my words.
I love my [[[pictureWall.]]]
I enjoy all the memories flowing around me in a invisible hurracane.
I have a addiction to people and love.
Seriously.
I am somebody.
By stating that it becomes real.
I know what I can take.
I know what I can do.
I know how far i can push myself.
I am determined.
I love to love.
My heart is vast and unlimited.
My goal is to make you smile.
I want to make you feel loved.
I love to le