emily-fay-d
American
Abandoned by her family at a young age, Miss Fay was adopted by selkies and raised in mermish splendor until the age of fourteen, forced into the world of education. She was rescued from this terrible fate by a handsome centaur and returned to her lake only to find that the selkies had long since moved to a different lake. Miss Fay was reunited with her adopted family after a perilous adventure over the Rocky Mountains toward the west coast with the assistance of a tiny and brash unicorn and a foul-mouthed kneazle. / / She now spends her time writing to amuse her selkie parents and a djinni to which she is indebted. / / I can be contacted at rudewords.tumblr.com, all future poetry will probably be submitted on rude-words.deviantart.com
I went to bed with a Ghost tonight,
he slid in by my side--
all gentle-like,
all lovely hands,
that held me, long and tight.
I went to sleep with a Ghost tonight,
I lay here in his arms--
a wisp of a kiss,
a loving caress--
his touch so warm and right.
I fell in love with a Ghost tonight-
he says nothing at all-
just holds me close,
my lovely Ghost,
and wards away the sky.
I left my Ghost alone tonight,
away from his touch.
He leaves me, too-
at dawn, too soon.
Alone, I face this petty light.
Aug 21, 2011
Aug 21, 2011 at 2:10 AM UTC
a hug from you
is just text on screen.
an online "thing"
how many do you
give?
Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 11:08 PM UTC
it is devastating
I should know this by now
depressing, even, to speak
to a man.
because he flatters you
and makes your heart beat--
thmpthump, thmpthump
--until it beats for only him.
but sometimes, I think,
he only likes me when he is drunk,
or perhaps he is just very shy sober,
but he is still amazing.
even so, I am left alone at the
post office, with letters
that are filled with hearts
that all returned
unopened.
Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
It is not
fear
that grips me
when we are so high in the sky,
above the clouds,
yet beneath the sun,
where people are molecules,
and buildings are
ants.
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 6:34 AM UTC
There are countless words I can use,
my darling,
an infinite number,
to describe my adoration for you,
but none are adequate.
I would build up a mountain for you,
my darling,
using only dirt and a spoon,
and I would tear it down again,
if only you asked.
I would fight for your freedom to choose,
my darling,
if you so desired,
and I would create countries in your name,
just say it is so.
I would create new words for you,
my darling,
for none truly can describe my love,
and you are so worthy of new and beautiful things,
only wish it so.
I would write encyclopaedias for you,
my darling,
containing pages of my admiration,
and my devotion toward you, to tell the world,
simply order me.
I would create an altar at which to worship you,
my darling,
made of gold and ivory and dazzling gems,
you are worth all expenses, worth all my faith,
just deem it be.
You do not even realize it,
my darling,
but you are so perfect,
so utterly gorgeous in action, so kind and gracious,
but so small
in confidence.
If only, my darling,
if only you could love yourself
the way that I do, so utterly and completely;
just say the words, my darling,
and I will follow you.
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
the world is a stage
but here i am the critic
a cold beer and smile.
life is quite easy
written in english haiku
we're not symbolic.
it feels like summer
but only inside my thoughts
i think i'll skip class.
it all dies right here
responsibility loss
**** i hate that word.
i mean it has like
six syllables in one word
**** ******* haikus.
but you know they're fun
easy to write and polish
polish, not polish.
so i'm skipping class
seriously, what the ****
am i doing now?
absolutely squat.
i'm missing a test right now
crap i ******* ****
but i did a test
in communications though,
which isn't bio.
i think i'm going
to go play world of warcraft
and worry later.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 8:15 AM UTC
I let my dog out back and watch him
because it’s cold out and I’m
not wearing a shirt
my arms are crossed and I watch
as he disappears in the inky blackness
and I turn to the sky
Mintaka Alnilam Alnitak
eyes drawn to Sirius
and back
to Betelgeuse and Bellatrix
Rigel Saiph
The Pleiades, and
I like to pretend I can find
Procyon
My ******* and my hands press closer
to the glass, and it is freezing
yet my eyes are locked on the left of
Orion,
at a star I don’t know
nearly blinding with its luminosity
a planet, but one I do not know
and it thrills me
This is how planets are discovered
I think
anomalies in the sky that
make man wonder
it is bright and beautiful and my face is
against the window
my breath fogs the glass
yet still I see the nameless Star—
and I open the door, to bring myself
closer, to war the cold
in hopes that being near will
fill me with knowledge and that
elusory star will tell me its name
And my dog, invisible in the night,
jumps back from the door and looks
reproachfully at me
and I stare at that gorgeous sky
and my naked skin is already shivering
and my arms cross against my chest
as I turn and go back
inside,
staring at the Pleiades and Orion,
and that white-hot star
once more.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC
They are a personal awakening
like an old song from a time
more intimate and meant to be--
Such devastating commitment,
all embraces and soft sighs
and half promises of forever;
A touch of breath, a gentle caress
with nothing but a halo of content
revealing both nothing and love--
Their affair leaves nothing to wonder
no petty doubts, nor fear, nor lies,
only a promise of always;
Some complete and happy union,
leaving no worry of their loyalty,
simple a dazzling eternal infinity;
There she remains, a bride of could-be
across a chasm of my own device,
a gentle beckon from her heart
to mine.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
As I immerse myself in a field of gray
not picturesque, not meant to stay,
I smell the coffee in your hands,
begging me back to majestic lands;
I fall into your embrace when beckoned,
only to drown in whiskey second.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 9:47 AM UTC
I opened the door
And walked into your world
The door swayed (like trees in the wind)
And you turned
And walked out the door
That I opened (when I walked into your world)
A few years later (I re-opened that door)
I walked out of your world
And the door shut with a slam
I remember it swaying (like trees in the wind)
And you walked right through me (with my heart in your hands)
And walked into the door again (and locked it behind you)
And wouldn't allow me in (into your world again).
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 10:31 AM UTC