"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."

-Robert Frost





We simply cannot escape it.




Sounds the clock that hangs on the wall

Reminding you of a life

You never really lived at all.


Do you have them?

Unspoken words?

Have you whispered them?

Tell me, how does the sun feel upon your shoulders on a warm summer day?

Have you danced while everyone's watching or kissed your lover in the rain?

How deep was the ocean

when you dove into its depths?

Did you leave behind all that you knew before drawing in that last final breath?

When did you last gaze

towards the star-filled sky

before the moon kissed the sun

farewell for the night?

Time slows for no one

Tomorrow may never come

Memories are made for a reason

New beginnings for many

Too late for some.


- Amber Elaine


" The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth."

-Jean Cocteau