This is my page specifically for my poetry.  I've lost a lot of them due to
natural disasters, computer disasters, and online disasters.  
Thankfully I still have a few hard copies of some, however it may take
me awhile to update them all.

This page will continue to update until I die :P

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(c) 2004 Amber Amsbary

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Poetry


"The Poor Girl"
There was a girl from Coos Bay,
who thought everybody was in her way.
She had a desire, that it set her heart on fire.
To go on a trip,
as her heart did a skip.
Everyone thought she was weird,
but they knew she had feared.
To fly on the plane,
from the heart of vain.
she asked the pilots if she
would die,
and they said "no" for
they wouldn't lie.
But the pilots lied,
and the poor girl died.


Forever and Ever
*To Grandma R.I.P. 1998*
I love you more than anyone,
To this day we are not done.
Soon I will soar like a dove,
And meet you there, up above.
Once again we will meet.
Grab a cloud, put up our feet.
We will talk all night long,
We will cry and sing a song.
Once at last we'll be together
Up in heaven, forever and ever
When we're there "up above",
We'll meet up with those whom we love.
God will be there to greet us all,
Jonah, Micah, Noah, and Paul.
We'll be there with the bible greats,
Hanging around the golden gates.
We'll greet each other with lots of love,
And be glad we're "up above".
Once at last we'll be together,
Up in heaven, forever and ever.


Purple
Purple is the monsters under you bed,
when your 10 years old.
Purple is the rage you feel,
when your not chosen for the lead in the play.
Purple is the color of your prom dress,
before you become a real woman.
Purple is the Beautiful spring blossoms,
with tiny purple bells.
To many people purple is just a color,
but to those of us with imagination
It's a feeling


The 'Hand'
*Krys, and the other 'sheep' of the world*
Am I happy with myself?
I know the hand isn't happy with me,
but I don't care.
Do I like me for me,
or for who the 'hand' wants me to be?
I don't go along with the 'hand',
because I'm just being me.
I guess in the end I do like me,
and not what the 'hand' wants me to be.


The Good-bye
When I hear a giggle, or a shriek I will often think of you,
and the things we've shared.
How often it will be when I get in my car,
look in the passenger seat, and cry.
We've shared so many wonderful things,
but now we must make something wonderful out of something so awful.
Our good-bye



Which Am I
I feel happy, but I'm really sad,
so I feel sad, but I'm really just confused.
So I then feel confused, but now I'm happy, again.
Which just makes me confused all over again.


This Pain
This pain is driving throughout my body.
It tingles my senses and makes me ache.
I can't wait till the day that it goes away.
But with the loss of my pain, means the loss of you.
You are the source of my pain.
The pain of love, of caring, and of knowing.
Of knowing that we will never be together.
Of caring about you so much that I ache.
And of loving you to much to let you go.


Velveeta Shells & Cheese
*To Mom, Cary, Krystal, Jammy, and Lindsey* I love you guys!
No matter how many years I'm away for,
Or for how many miles there are between us,
as long as you have a warm smile, open arms,
and a box of Velveeta Shells & Cheese, I'll keep coming home.
No matter how many times we argue,
or how many times I just need to get away,
as long as you have a warm smile, open arms,
and a box of Velveeta Shells & Cheese, I'll keep coming home.
Even when we're a bunch of old farts,
and all we do is bicker
as long as you have a warm smile, open arms,
and a box of Velveeta Shells & Cheese, I'll keep coming home.
Even if you don't always have that box of
Velveeta Shells & Cheese,
as long as you have a warm smile and open arms
I'll keep coming home.