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Burning ashes from a cigarette tray fill the air. The scent is both putred and crisp. A half 
empty bottle of vodka sits next to your bed as you lie and you think how you fucked it all up. A tear rolls down your cheek for all your missed opportunities, and how you could have made it right.The days where you swore and bashed and tore down the very little bit of dignity left in your children.


You lay all alone and wonder if you even matter to them. Another tear falls for the 
embarrassment of a marriage you put your wife through. She only wanted to make you 
happy but your inner anger wouldn't let that be enough. So you drove her crazy, and your 
kids no longer see you. You take a long slow drag from your cigarette and think it could 
have never been right, since your own lack of morality dissapeared long ago from the 
humiliation and isolation your own mother put you through. So do you think history really 
does repeat itself?

Happy

Seeing the dawn of the day with crystal eyes.
The light beams in with a thousand colors and you cant pick just one.
A feeling of love washes over your body. It comes in waves of warmth and liquid thoughts of eternal bliss.

Leap of Despair

Together we are separate looking through the window

Of how each other should feel. A chill rushes through us

That we never felt before. I extend a hand not knowing if it

It will be grasped by you. I am left holding my hand out and you

Explaining why you couldn’t return the feeling. My ears grow deaf

To the words you are saying. I’ve heard them before, felt this pain before.

You leave me standing in a state of desolation. I look at you and see a

different person than before. I am ready, so ready to make the leap with

you, but you remain on the ground, and my thoughts are still in the sky.

Two Halves

Loving arms, missing embraces where are we now?

The picture of perfection isn’t always what it seems,

You love me, you love me, you say. Is it really in your heart?

Is that what you would die for? Striving for perfection so you will love me, overlook

My imperfections and stay with me. I’m split down the middle; I’m not a whole person,

Which side do you love? I aim to please, I want you to feel comfort in my arms; I want you to run to me for shelter. But you don’t. I am just a person who is not whole, who is split in half; you don’t’ know which side to love so I try to make you love both. Thoughts of losing you make my heart flutter intensely. So I try and I try to be the perfect person you will always want. The perfect person you will always desire. Without you I am only two split halves with nothing to complete the middle.

Absence of existence

Absence of existence – 

Swirling in my head my existence is a blur

I have become myself and a reflection that is a mystery to me.

Counting the times I have felt myself outside my body,

Floating above me and wondering what happened to the child

That thought it all could happen.

I look down at myself and see a shell, a fragile piece of what was a stronger core.

Everything makes no sense but what sense is there to make of a world where you feel alone, abandoned, outcast, and surely brokenhearted.

A heart that has been hurt, that has been damaged for so long, it no longer knows how to accept joy.

Fear resides in the shell of me, of rape, of death, of just being alone. I no longer feel I can relate to others. My senses are so heightened that I feel the pain of others as if they are my own. Carrying the weight of sadness on your shoulders day in day out, and having no one to tell. Who can understand this pain? Why would I want to burden another with such sorrow? To make someone feel the way I feel would only bring more pain.

I keep staring at the shell of myself lying in her bed, her sanctuary, and I feel sad for her. This is the only place she feels safe, the covers and pillows are a haven to an abandoned heart. The shell of me stares absently at the window thinking of other people who are having fun and normal lives, and you know that is not you. Will it be you?

Welcome ;-)

Welcome to Amore Absinthe!


Many people are not aware of the drink Absinthe. Absinthe is historically described as adistilled, highly alcoholic (90-148 proof) beverage. It is an anise-flavoured spiritderived from herbs, including the flowers and leaves of the herb "grande wormwood", together with green anise and sweet fennel. Absinthe traditionally has a natural green colour but can also be colourless. It is commonly referred to in historical literature as "la fée verte" (the "green fairy" in French).


Many artists and writers drank this popular spirit. From Van Gogh to Manet. Absinthe has been portrayed as a dangerously addictive psychoactive drug. The chemical thujone, present in small quantities, was blamed for its alleged harmful effects. By 1915, absinthe had been banned in the United States and in most European countries including France, the Netherlands, Belgium, Switzerland and the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Although absinthe was vilified, it has not been shown that it is any more dangerous than ordinary spirits. Its psychoactive properties, apart from those of alcohol, have been much exaggerated.


A revival of absinthe began in the 1990s, when countries in the European Union began to reauthorize its manufacture and sale. As of February 2008, nearly 200 brands of absinthe were being produced in a dozen countries, most notably in France, Switzerland, Spain, and the Czech Republic


About Amore Absinthe blog


This blog is about expressing creativity and savoring all that is good in life. When people would drink Absinthe instead of feeling drunk because of its high alcohol content. It would provide for many clarity of the mind. The way the drink was served was in a very seductive manner. You only had a small amount of the absinthe in your glass, then the sever would lay an absinthe spoon over the glass which has holes in it. They would then pour water slowly over a sugar cube placed on the spoon and let it melt into the absinthe, the color would change from this green color to a yellow greenish color. We should all be allowed to have our indulgences, and be it writing, painting, reading, poetry, anything that makes you feel good. I am not saying you should go out and get drunk by any means, but only that you should enjoy the beauty in life. 


Carpe Diem my friends 
Tanqueray :)