Emski - Hello Poetry

Gliding my finger over the cracked kitchen tile Kettle, king of limescale Waiting and forgetting One foot in-front of the other Travel like a skipping rock The back of my neck burning Singeing hairs of fever Fluttering spine cremating ashes spilling out of my ears. It’s a citrus sun on a winter day Frosted fence melting away in an animated motion, Like butter over a pan Bubbles on a thorn bush.

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Apr 27, 2025

Apr 27, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC

Long like December into January

Gliding my finger over the cracked kitchen tile Kettle, king of limescale Waiting and forgetting One foot in-front of the other Travel like a skipping rock The back of my neck burning Singeing hairs of fever Fluttering spine cremating ashes spilling out of my ears. It’s a citrus sun on a winter day Frosted fence melting away in an animated motion, Like butter over a pan Bubbles on a thorn bush.

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I will weave a web in the rain Drops like pearls in the moonlight Threaded green bag over my head Fill it with water Watch it expand until it bursts Head like a thistle Swaying Catcalled by the wind Soaked sleeves Wallowing with the wisps Inhale and hold

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Apr 27, 2025

Apr 27, 2025 at 1:10 PM UTC

Twilight

I will weave a web in the rain Drops like pearls in the moonlight Threaded green bag over my head Fill it with water Watch it expand until it bursts Head like a thistle Swaying Catcalled by the wind Soaked sleeves Wallowing with the wisps Inhale and hold

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Paint peeling from the window sill Long legged lady walking, In such a way All frail like a mouse without its tail She wishes not that of a picket fence But that of lattice. So that each time she gazes out Into her garden She is reminded of bramble pie Seeing her mothers eyes Who’s spirit lies in oak Samaras floating down into her hair Twirling the whirligig between her fingers Trailing with gentle fingers The mid ribs of little sprites wings

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Apr 27, 2025

Apr 27, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC

Breeze

Paint peeling from the window sill Long legged lady walking, In such a way All frail like a mouse without its tail She wishes not that of a picket fence But that of lattice. So that each time she gazes out Into her garden She is reminded of bramble pie Seeing her mothers eyes Who’s spirit lies in oak Samaras floating down into her hair Twirling the whirligig between her fingers Trailing with gentle fingers The mid ribs of little sprites wings

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Frostbitten fingertips, Buttoning up my coat, Echoing footsteps through the hollow bus station. Grey clouds spitting rain, Distant fog. Hearing sniffles from people walking by. Subtle coughs Overgrown alleyways Gloomy Sundays.

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Aug 31, 2022

Aug 31, 2022 at 6:05 AM UTC

Sunday

Frostbitten fingertips, Buttoning up my coat, Echoing footsteps through the hollow bus station. Grey clouds spitting rain, Distant fog. Hearing sniffles from people walking by. Subtle coughs Overgrown alleyways Gloomy Sundays.

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I still loved you, But stopped hoping. Raindrops racing down the windows, Condensed. Igniting candles, Wax dripping onto the sill. Light growing dim. Reminiscing, Blueberry picking Fresh smell of pine. Purple fingers, I saw you. But you did not see me. You never saw me.

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Aug 31, 2022

Aug 31, 2022 at 5:48 AM UTC

Blueberry picking

I still loved you, But stopped hoping. Raindrops racing down the windows, Condensed. Igniting candles, Wax dripping onto the sill. Light growing dim. Reminiscing, Blueberry picking Fresh smell of pine. Purple fingers, I saw you. But you did not see me. You never saw me.

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How long did I love you out of habit I am the knife and the wound, As I am the fire and the fuel. Sunflowers weltering, Not throwing them away, Savouring petals resembling breaking relationships, But not letting go.

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Aug 31, 2022

Aug 31, 2022 at 5:46 AM UTC

Bad Habit

How long did I love you out of habit I am the knife and the wound, As I am the fire and the fuel. Sunflowers weltering, Not throwing them away, Savouring petals resembling breaking relationships, But not letting go.

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It’s the piece of loose skin on the edge of your thumb The eyelash that gets stuck in your eye The rock in your shoe The sock sliding down your sole The runny nose that won’t stop running The first sip of tea that burns your tongue The hair in your mouth you can’t locate The piece of apple that won’t come out from the gap between your teeth

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Jan 16, 2022

Jan 16, 2022 at 11:50 AM UTC

Love

It’s the piece of loose skin on the edge of your thumb The eyelash that gets stuck in your eye The rock in your shoe The sock sliding down your sole The runny nose that won’t stop running The first sip of tea that burns your tongue The hair in your mouth you can’t locate The piece of apple that won’t come out from the gap between your teeth

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Rusty pipes Humid nights Smell of acid rain Street lights Laddered tights Heart hanging off a stalactite Pain

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Jul 26, 2020

Jul 26, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC

Lovely

Rusty pipes Humid nights Smell of acid rain Street lights Laddered tights Heart hanging off a stalactite Pain

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Ferry No adults to be seen Toilets perfect Balloon boy seemed keen Gentleman moustache Lost little mouse You have cake on you darling Kissing my sweet mouth.

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Jul 26, 2020

Jul 26, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC

Pirate

Ferry No adults to be seen Toilets perfect Balloon boy seemed keen Gentleman moustache Lost little mouse You have cake on you darling Kissing my sweet mouth.

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She told me she's falling in love but i only see her falling She whispered in my ear, "I'll hang off the rope he made for me." He told me, "She holds onto the chain around my ankle." In their dreams they exchanged, "To you, i'm the artery, that pumps blood through your heart."

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Jul 6, 2020

Jul 6, 2020 at 6:12 AM UTC

younger love.

She told me she's falling in love but i only see her falling She whispered in my ear, "I'll hang off the rope he made for me." He told me, "She holds onto the chain around my ankle." In their dreams they exchanged, "To you, i'm the artery, that pumps blood through your heart."

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