emily-crennen - Hello Poetry

I wish to escape the skin I’m in. I want to peel off my layers, one by one and emerge as light. I want to float through the free space as stardust. I want my dry eyes to shed seeds of tears that drop to the earth and plant my words into the soil. I wish I could drown in the sun. Thousands of rays of light enveloping, curling around me. Ensuring warmth even with the incoming shards of glass glittering in the sky. I want to be as light as the paper thin crystal of a butterfly’s wings. I want to carve out my heart, still pumping blood onto my fingertips. I want to feel the vitality leaving my body, still clutched in my palms. I want to whittle away at my shoulder blades until they are smooth and form no hills on my back. I wish I was magma ready to burst from a volcano. I wish I had its burning intensity. I am the melted snow. I am a sore muscle. I am the chewed bits of fingernail after seeing him for the third time and saying nothing. I am not made of stardust. I’m made of cobwebs and 1 a.m. thoughts, dying in a room too small to hold my secrets.

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Mar 12, 2014

Mar 12, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC

emily-crennen

Release

I wish to escape the skin I’m in. I want to peel off my layers, one by one and emerge as light. I want to float through the free space as stardust. I want my dry eyes to shed seeds of tears that drop to the earth and plant my words into the soil. I wish I could drown in the sun. Thousands of rays of light enveloping, curling around me. Ensuring warmth even with the incoming shards of glass glittering in the sky. I want to be as light as the paper thin crystal of a butterfly’s wings. I want to carve out my heart, still pumping blood onto my fingertips. I want to feel the vitality leaving my body, still clutched in my palms. I want to whittle away at my shoulder blades until they are smooth and form no hills on my back. I wish I was magma ready to burst from a volcano. I wish I had its burning intensity. I am the melted snow. I am a sore muscle. I am the chewed bits of fingernail after seeing him for the third time and saying nothing. I am not made of stardust. I’m made of cobwebs and 1 a.m. thoughts, dying in a room too small to hold my secrets.

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i can talk and be proud of what i'm saying i can speak my mind and know that i mean it i spend time outside my darkened bedroom (and enjoy it) i live in the moment, because i know that it will be worth it in the end i see the boy with lovely large hands and smile because it makes me happy but i still cry at the creases between my fathers' eyes i still feel inadequate in the way i'm slower than others i still understand that my hands will never fold around his the way i want i still have the creeping feeling that it will all fall apart but I am growing and I am living and I am being. so i am.

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Nov 13, 2013

Nov 13, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC

emily-crennen

little i

i can talk and be proud of what i'm saying i can speak my mind and know that i mean it i spend time outside my darkened bedroom (and enjoy it) i live in the moment, because i know that it will be worth it in the end i see the boy with lovely large hands and smile because it makes me happy but i still cry at the creases between my fathers' eyes i still feel inadequate in the way i'm slower than others i still understand that my hands will never fold around his the way i want i still have the creeping feeling that it will all fall apart but I am growing and I am living and I am being. so i am.

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I wish I wish I could help I wish I was able to heal your wounds to kiss them all better But I don't know how I wish I wish I could understand I wish that somehow I could reach into those deep dark depths you keep so secret and learn But I am too ignorant I wish I wish I could do something ANYTHING To make this less To lighten your burden But, dear child that is simply a wish.

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Apr 8, 2013

Apr 8, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC

emily-crennen

A wish

I wish I wish I could help I wish I was able to heal your wounds to kiss them all better But I don't know how I wish I wish I could understand I wish that somehow I could reach into those deep dark depths you keep so secret and learn But I am too ignorant I wish I wish I could do something ANYTHING To make this less To lighten your burden But, dear child that is simply a wish.

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A broken ladder is all I seem to be worthless once used to achieve great things to climb to great heights What am I now? Ah, a broken ladder I'm missing rungs but don't seem to care I'm scratched creaky old. People used to fight to climb me they fought to get the "good" ladder now I sit alone in the corner waiting for a moment waiting for someone to need me but in the end I am not needed They found another ladder. Now I shall be thrown away or have I been already?

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Mar 8, 2013

Mar 8, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC

emily-crennen

A Broken Ladder

A broken ladder is all I seem to be worthless once used to achieve great things to climb to great heights What am I now? Ah, a broken ladder I'm missing rungs but don't seem to care I'm scratched creaky old. People used to fight to climb me they fought to get the "good" ladder now I sit alone in the corner waiting for a moment waiting for someone to need me but in the end I am not needed They found another ladder. Now I shall be thrown away or have I been already?

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