Okay so here are some poems that have been piling up for a while. So... Yeah... That's all I have to say about this blog.
Oh! From now on I will be using my user name instead of "Amber Empathy"! Not like that's important or anything.~
-D.H.o.L.

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"In My Head"
By: DarkHeartsOfLove

Their minds are blank
As they walk on wooden planks.
They near their doom.
No one was prepared, it was too sudden, too soon.

They scream, begging to be saved
Before anyone got there it would already be too late.
They only screamed as they were falling
Because before that death was stalling.

Wave upon wave you could see bodies,
Enough bodies to make their own seas,
But they are all dead so it doesn't matter,
Their hoped were ruined, their futures were shattered.

People keep walking the same plank,
Not knowing about the "vacation" they were about to take.
The sky's are red
Due to all of the blood that has been shed.

All of their madness is because of me.
People are one thing I cannot tolerate, things I hate to see.
But don't worry about what has been said,
Don't worry because it is all just in my head.

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"Blank Canvas"
By: DarkHeartsOfLove

Beauty is fading
Just like the paint on an old canvas that has been hidden in the attic.
The world is dull,
As if it had no color to it to begin with.

Maybe it did have color at once, both beauty and the world,
But maybe that color is dripping off of the canvas as if it had never been painted on.
That paint is only leaving the outlines if what was once there.

Or maybe there was no color to start with, none at all.
Maybe everything was just imagined, beauty, the world, and color.
Maybe there was never any of it at all,
And everything is just shaded very well, making a seem like it has color.

Beauty is nothing anymore.
Maybe there was no such thing to start with,
Such as an empty canvas.

Maybe everything was just a bunch of sketched, nothing ever finalized,
After all we have our imperfections, right?
We all have made mistakes somewhere that can never be erased from time,
Just like a pencil on a canvas, it'll never be perfectly white again after you try to erase it.

So tell me about beauty... Give me an idea about the world...
Is it a colorless canvas now?
Or is it just a blank canvas, as empty as nothingness?

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"Dirty Trick"
By: DarkHeartsOfLove

The flower is dropping.
At its sight the birds are cooing.
It's petals are as white as all angels wings.
You should hold on to the beauty it brings.

It helps many.
It give as much as a horn of plenty.

The flower is wise,
From its enemies it hides.
The flower is white as snow,
But it ha to hide its wonderful glow.

Hidden in the forest all alone
The flower makes emptiness her home.

This beautiful flower has a dirty trick,
She will kill you in just one luck.
She is poisonous
And very dangerous.

Don't judge things on beauty
Because it could turn out to be deadly.

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"Born to Die"
By: DarkHeartsOfLove

Small and fragile,
Her mother's child.
Born into this world with love on her mind,
Never to know she was born to soon die.

Her fists were small,
She reminded her family of a porcelain doll.
She was held cautiously by those who she knew,
But they didn't know that her death was coming, and it was coming soon.

She had tiny feet,
She left foot prints on people's hearts as soon as their eyes meet.
She was an angel sent from above,
One that was not born for hate, but born for love.

Almost a year passed when her breath had stopped for the first time.
This was the first time her family realized she was born to die.
That day they brought their baby girl back to life,
But her death that neared was still a strife.

Not long later her short life was back on track.
Love was something she surely did not lack.
Everyone had nearly forgotten about that night,
The night that death almost won the fight.

Her second birthday rounded the corner,
Then death came to get her.
There was nothing her family could do
Because her death was unexpected, it came to soon.

The fragile angel came on earth, hoping for love, but came to die.
That is why we should learn to treasure life.

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"Friend"
By: DarkHeartsOfLove

What is the meaning of the term "friend"?
Isn't it someone who is suppose to stand by you until the very end?
Or is it someone who you should know will leave your side;
Leave you there alone to die?

Isn't a "friend" someone you should be able to trust?
I know I must be right, I must!
Or is a "friend" someone you shouldn't tell anything to,
All because you fear that the friendship will be ended soon.

Aren't "friends" people who should love you?
Shouldn't they fight by your side with almost everything you do?
Or do "friends" stand there and let you fight alone,
Standing out by yourself on a battlefield where blood falls like snow?

So tell me now what is a "friend"?
Is it someone who will back-stab you in the end?
Because if it is I want none of these "friends" in my life,
I do not need another bloody knife.

What does the word "friend" mean to you?
Because to me it is a person who could send you to your tomb.

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"Fate"
By: DarkHeartsOfLove

A bird that has broken wings,
Can you hear the beauty of its pain and agony as it sings?
Deep within can you feel the heavy weight of sorrow and pitty it brings?

It is flightless,
But that does not mean it is sightless.
Hear its melody play, let it fill you with a softness.

Look at the beauty it holds!
Watch it as the bird's true beauty unfolds.
Its sad music is full of different codes,
Codes that only the bird knows.

Soon the gorgeous creature will die.
It is all because the bird simply cannot fly;
Its life is not something that it can buy.

So enjoy its song while it lasts.
Soon it will be just another piece of the past.
The bird's life was short, it flew by fast.

Listen to the melancholy tune.
Hear it when the bird reaches its fate, as it nears its doom.
Soon you will ask why it ended so soon,
And no other bird in the woods will even dare to let out a simple coo.

Fate can lead to ugly things,
Just like it did for the bird with broken wings.

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Thanks for reading! Have a great day/night~ ^^