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Hey Everybody! I'm Em. Apart from poetry, I am both a fantasy fiction author and a singer, currently putting myself through University as a Jazz Music major and working on the third draft of my first novel. I love learning new things about the human mind and body, and above all, I love music; singing is my passion. This passion has brought me to a world so foreign to my eyes I can hardly believe the sights are real. University has brought me on a journey ablaze with fear and helplessness, yet has helped me to understand myself as more than just an object, but as a person. Not only am I a woman, but an artist.
The words I live by are, "I go to seek a Great Perhaps..." a quote from the author of my favourite book, Looking for Alaska by John Green. Because the world is full of grander maybes, and the Great Perhaps exists within your grasp, should you only reach out for it.

Always the best, Emily
Hey Everybody! I'm Em. Apart from poetry, I am both a fantasy fiction author and a singer, currently putting myself through University as a Jazz Music major and working on the third draft of my first novel. I love learning new things about the human mind and body, and above all, I love music; singing is my passion. This passion has brought me to a world so foreign to my eyes I can hardly believe the sights are real. University has brought me on a journey ablaze with fear and helplessness, yet has helped me to understand myself as more than just an object, but as a person. Not only am I a woman, but an artist.
The words I live by are, "I go to seek a Great Perhaps..." a quote from the author of my favourite book, Looking for Alaska by John Green. Because the world is full of grander maybes, and the Great Perhaps exists within your grasp, should you only reach out for it.

Always the best, Emily
Emily Krol
Emily Krol
Jul 25, 2013

Amidst the stench of alley trash
And musky homelessness,
The slicing eyes of a slinking black cat
Were the only silent watchers.

II

I lie at the bottom of a gaping chasm.
High above me, the cat peers
Over the edge.

III

The cold, dark cells
Echo the cries of loneliness.
The soft patter of black feline paws
Walk the halls in waiting.

IV

The car sped down the icy road
Until a black cat crossed its path
And stopped to watch them,
Passing.

V

I peer at the statue of an angel in the mist
And it stares back,
Adopting the beady green eyes
Of a black cat in the shadows.

VI

A woman runs from clawing hands.
The black cat must be in pursuit.

VII

Temptation cries my name
Three times.
The black cat awaits.

© Emily Krol, 01/06/2012
Emily Krol
Emily Krol
Dec 10, 2012

Amidst the stench of alley trash
And musky homelessness,
The slicing eyes of a slinking black cat
Were the only silent watchers.

II

I lie at the bottom of a gaping chasm.
High above me, the cat peers
Over the edge.

III

The cold, dark cells
Echo the cries of loneliness.
The soft patter of black feline paws
Walk the halls in waiting.

IV

The car sped down the icy road
Until a black cat crossed its path
And stopped to watch them,
Passing.

V

I peer at the statue of an angel in the mist
And it stares back,
Adopting the beady green eyes
Of a black cat in the shadows.

VI

A woman runs from clawing hands.
The black cat must be in pursuit.

VII

Temptation cries my name
Three times.
The black cat awaits.

© Emily Krol, 10/12/2012

The eeriest poem I've ever written, and with so much meaning...
Emily Krol
Emily Krol
Dec 10, 2012

In bliss, these lips still speak it soft, your name—
in whispers, slipping smoothly from my tongue.
So soft a voice I heard, and then you came—
Though knowing you must leave, how hard it stung.
Pensive was my way— ‘til you passed me by;
the essence of tranquility and grace.
The wind will blow your name about in sigh,
just as I did when wrapped in your embrace.
But as I watch the slowly setting sun,
I shiver, for all lonesome embers die
like memories of you that just begun;
a falling star, a beacon in my sky.
For gentle thoughts you bring me now and then
say heartache is the price to love again.

© Emily Krol, 10/12/2012

An oldie from high school, this one is! To write a Shakespearean Sonnet was quite a feat for me, but I feel I may have done alright. :) Enjoy.
Emily Krol
Emily Krol
Dec 10, 2012      Dec 11, 2012

I am a girl who believes in spirituality and loves to stare at the stars of the night sky.
I wonder if my children will ever know the simple wonders of life that I cherish so.
I hear the words of a book leaping off the pages, calling to me.
I see angels watching over the people I love, dancing about the room.
I want to see countries less fortunate than the one I live in, and somehow make a difference there.
I am a girl who believes in spirituality and loves to stare at the stars of the night sky.

I pretend not to miss my best friend, even though he’s too far away for me to hold him close.
I feel afraid of the dark because my imagination runs wild there; wild and out of my control.
I touch the lives of those who confide in me, listening to the language of their hearts.
I worry I will never completely overcome depression, that I will always be held down by its weight.
I cry for all the people who are suffering but do not have the resources to help them heal.
I am a girl who believes in spirituality and loves to stare at the stars of the night sky.

I understand that one can never be irreparably broken.
I say that being helpless is a state of mind, never a reality.
I dream of having a child that I can raise to become a beautiful human being.
I try to hold my head high, even when the world feels like it’s crumbling around me.
I hope that I will find the one person that truly understands me, and hold them forever.
I am a girl who believes in spirituality and loves to stare at the stars of the night sky.

© Emily Krol, 10/12/2012

This is a set formation poem I had to write for my Writers Craft class when I was still in high school, and I kept it because I felt it was as utterly honest as I could ever be. Enjoy. :)
Emily Krol
Emily Krol
Dec 10, 2012

Dancing butterfly
Drink the flowers nectar in
Camouflage yourself

Fluttering colours
Hover in the sky like stars
Swimming through the clouds

Sparkling wings fly
Strong against the blowing winds
Soaking in the sun

© Emily Krol, 10/12/2012
Emily Krol
Emily Krol
Dec 10, 2012

Frightened of my thoughts but trying to let go
Of everything you did to me, it's too bad you'll never know. i am constantly
Reaching for something to believe in, and
Growing to be a girl who is strong enough to fight. i am strong, and
I forgive you,
Vulnerable to your memory as i am. i look in the mirror, and i am still afraid of what I see. because
Even as I sobbed and screamed, you
Never knew how much you really took from me. because, with
Eyes empty of regret, you watched me cry. because you
Scrutinized my every move, in
Silence.

© Emily Krol, 10/12/2012
Emily Krol
Emily Krol
Dec 10, 2012

Dreamers

imagine life

with every simple perfection,

as a beautiful adventure;

a gift.

© Emily Krol, 10/12/2012

Enjoy!
 
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