emily-mary - Hello Poetry

I want to write about how much I love you; how your voice sounds like the ambient led zeppelin tunes that blanket my body in goosebumps or how your olive green eyes have a ring of tree bark brown that gaze at me like I’m a queen Maybe it’s how you treat me like a queen, you caress my skin like it’s made of gold and silver You act as if all you wish to do is place me on a throne made of lilacs and constellations Because you know how much I love flowers and how fascinated I am with the endless night sky The way you make my heart feel heavy like mount everest is sitting on my chest is jaw dropping With your lips dripping of honey as you tell me how much you love me But you refuse to believe me when I say, you too are worthy. You have to realize in my aquamarine eyes you are the only one I see Even with thick grey smoke floating through the air from our cheap cigarettes every inhale is a breathe of fresh air when I am next to you. I don’t know how else to tell you how much I care for you, but please know you are worth so much more than couch hopping and self reliance. You can depend on me at 3 am when you’re restless and your eyes refuse to shut You can depend on me to rub your back when it’s achey and sore, You can depend on me to just be there when you need someone to hold. I am not obligating you to do the same, and I understand I don’t need to beg, because behind every loyal queen, is her king.

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC

emily-mary

My Love

I want to write about how much I love you; how your voice sounds like the ambient led zeppelin tunes that blanket my body in goosebumps or how your olive green eyes have a ring of tree bark brown that gaze at me like I’m a queen Maybe it’s how you treat me like a queen, you caress my skin like it’s made of gold and silver You act as if all you wish to do is place me on a throne made of lilacs and constellations Because you know how much I love flowers and how fascinated I am with the endless night sky The way you make my heart feel heavy like mount everest is sitting on my chest is jaw dropping With your lips dripping of honey as you tell me how much you love me But you refuse to believe me when I say, you too are worthy. You have to realize in my aquamarine eyes you are the only one I see Even with thick grey smoke floating through the air from our cheap cigarettes every inhale is a breathe of fresh air when I am next to you. I don’t know how else to tell you how much I care for you, but please know you are worth so much more than couch hopping and self reliance. You can depend on me at 3 am when you’re restless and your eyes refuse to shut You can depend on me to rub your back when it’s achey and sore, You can depend on me to just be there when you need someone to hold. I am not obligating you to do the same, and I understand I don’t need to beg, because behind every loyal queen, is her king.

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Mothers, They're suppose to be your superhero, Your best friend whom you can speak with at any hour, Your biggest advocate, - The woman who does all your laundry Now, you may have made me smell like Gain and Lavender dryer sheets but you made me feel like my own worst enemy especially when you slipped out words of rotten dimension glaring at me through the eyes of disappointment and shame regardless of this monstrosity that you call a "parenting skill" I have been forced to listen to you ***** and moan about how the only reason you haven't ******* killed yourself yet it because you are a --GODLY CATHOLIC WOMEN WHO HASN'T BEEN TO CHURCH SINCE 1989-- you say there is a light at the end of the tunnel I say you are full of **** when you preach about how your childhood was drab and terrible because your mother called you fat and a zero so I guess there really isn't a reason for me to be mad at all for you doing the same ******* thing to me as she did to you. She ripped you of everything fair in the godforsaken world so I'm guessing it's only fair to return the favor to your FAT 16 years old daughter who has grown into a perennial of self loathing and late night smoke breaks you took family road trips and created day time guilt trips and late night auto collisions. You remember don't you? When you thought I'd keep my ******* mouth shut when you set off on a rant about my father, the man you loved for 22 years and through tears and clenched teeth we ate heavily illuminated sheet metal and with every heaving breath I took all I could swallow was your ******** All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, I tried so hard to put everyone first and to be a good ******* person As a daughter, who has rarely felt anything less than your cold shoulder has wanted nothing more than your love and affection, all I had asked for was your nurturing attention and all I got was an angry mother yelling at me asking why I even came home last night through a door that you told me to close. Swollen eyes told me that your words burn hotter than my Pall Malls as they both sit in the pit of my chest My hunger pangs remind me that my mother doesn't think I'm beautiful in my size 13 jeans but would look much, much better in a size 8 I have always been so afraid to make you sad but now I realize that you won't ever be happy you will never be content with me nor yourself nothing I do will ever be good enough for your high set standards and all I was doing was looking into an empty pit of false hope that one day you'd be a good mother and I sit, and I think about all the **** you put me through and with each drag of my cigarette I grow to not give a **** what you think, but one day i hope you can find peace with at least yourself because when you need someone to sympathize over your petty life I WILL NOT BE THERE You call it selfish, I call it returning the ******* favor.

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Dec 1, 2015

Dec 1, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC

emily-mary

Mothers

Mothers, They're suppose to be your superhero, Your best friend whom you can speak with at any hour, Your biggest advocate, - The woman who does all your laundry Now, you may have made me smell like Gain and Lavender dryer sheets but you made me feel like my own worst enemy especially when you slipped out words of rotten dimension glaring at me through the eyes of disappointment and shame regardless of this monstrosity that you call a "parenting skill" I have been forced to listen to you ***** and moan about how the only reason you haven't ******* killed yourself yet it because you are a --GODLY CATHOLIC WOMEN WHO HASN'T BEEN TO CHURCH SINCE 1989-- you say there is a light at the end of the tunnel I say you are full of **** when you preach about how your childhood was drab and terrible because your mother called you fat and a zero so I guess there really isn't a reason for me to be mad at all for you doing the same ******* thing to me as she did to you. She ripped you of everything fair in the godforsaken world so I'm guessing it's only fair to return the favor to your FAT 16 years old daughter who has grown into a perennial of self loathing and late night smoke breaks you took family road trips and created day time guilt trips and late night auto collisions. You remember don't you? When you thought I'd keep my ******* mouth shut when you set off on a rant about my father, the man you loved for 22 years and through tears and clenched teeth we ate heavily illuminated sheet metal and with every heaving breath I took all I could swallow was your ******** All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, I tried so hard to put everyone first and to be a good ******* person As a daughter, who has rarely felt anything less than your cold shoulder has wanted nothing more than your love and affection, all I had asked for was your nurturing attention and all I got was an angry mother yelling at me asking why I even came home last night through a door that you told me to close. Swollen eyes told me that your words burn hotter than my Pall Malls as they both sit in the pit of my chest My hunger pangs remind me that my mother doesn't think I'm beautiful in my size 13 jeans but would look much, much better in a size 8 I have always been so afraid to make you sad but now I realize that you won't ever be happy you will never be content with me nor yourself nothing I do will ever be good enough for your high set standards and all I was doing was looking into an empty pit of false hope that one day you'd be a good mother and I sit, and I think about all the **** you put me through and with each drag of my cigarette I grow to not give a **** what you think, but one day i hope you can find peace with at least yourself because when you need someone to sympathize over your petty life I WILL NOT BE THERE You call it selfish, I call it returning the ******* favor.

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I've got gnarly bruises, that come from angry nights and drunken prophecies, I've got raindrop tears, that fall like meteors on my bed sheets, I'm itching to get out of this place, with instilling fear and a question my body can't let go of, what if I cannot find where I belong, like a stray dog wandering the streets at 2 am? I am nothing but a fool in love with apprehension, it's a love/hate relationship with myself. I catch my thoughts as they fly away, trying to find a vessel with feelings to fall in love with. Even I get sick of my thoughts, they're filled with old memories and home wreckers

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC

emily-mary

*unfinished*

I've got gnarly bruises, that come from angry nights and drunken prophecies, I've got raindrop tears, that fall like meteors on my bed sheets, I'm itching to get out of this place, with instilling fear and a question my body can't let go of, what if I cannot find where I belong, like a stray dog wandering the streets at 2 am? I am nothing but a fool in love with apprehension, it's a love/hate relationship with myself. I catch my thoughts as they fly away, trying to find a vessel with feelings to fall in love with. Even I get sick of my thoughts, they're filled with old memories and home wreckers

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*You're a wallflower Let your brittle petals Fly through wind and rain*

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Apr 2, 2015

Apr 2, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC

emily-mary

Wallflowers

*You're a wallflower Let your brittle petals Fly through wind and rain*

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As if you actually know what its like to love you, Dealing with mind bending headaches That only seem to scrape at the sides of my temples like broken glass in my fingertips I catch myself playing sappy love songs to try to soothe my broken heart But don't worry I understand you didn't mean to hurt me, With all those late night phone calls of you Serenading sweet words of your ignorance You tell me, that you love me I wouldn't dare to tell you that I stay up --- all hours of the night Pondering the gritty words you said before you kissed me You tasted like sandcastles and night stars As if you were my daydream As if you actually knew what it meant to cry 10,000 5 am tears, set aside just to greet your face at 7 because you don't know I'm quickly cracking like elephants on eggshells As if you know how to love a women like a straight man, your hands caress my arms like how the sunset kisses the horizon or Almost how the stars melt into the atmosphere **You are my atmosphere** I breathe you in like oxygen But you've become poisonous, what used to be my lifeline is now my deathbed you're no good for me Because you don't look at me the same way you look at him with your big brown eyes as deep as the milky way Your laugh as loud as meteors You never cease to amaze me Yet you still tell me you want to hold me in your castle arms, You say that you want to hold down my fortress You say you want to be my knight in shining armor but I know you'd rather carry the weight of him instead of me Constellations grapple to the under belly of your lies The moon has whispered in my ear once again that you are no good for me But I don't think that you understand I know you don't understand Please, why can't you understand That we... We are no good for each other Because while you're above the clouds, Way past the heavens, I have my feet firmly planted in reality.

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Mar 30, 2015

Mar 30, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC

emily-mary

As if

As if you actually know what its like to love you, Dealing with mind bending headaches That only seem to scrape at the sides of my temples like broken glass in my fingertips I catch myself playing sappy love songs to try to soothe my broken heart But don't worry I understand you didn't mean to hurt me, With all those late night phone calls of you Serenading sweet words of your ignorance You tell me, that you love me I wouldn't dare to tell you that I stay up --- all hours of the night Pondering the gritty words you said before you kissed me You tasted like sandcastles and night stars As if you were my daydream As if you actually knew what it meant to cry 10,000 5 am tears, set aside just to greet your face at 7 because you don't know I'm quickly cracking like elephants on eggshells As if you know how to love a women like a straight man, your hands caress my arms like how the sunset kisses the horizon or Almost how the stars melt into the atmosphere **You are my atmosphere** I breathe you in like oxygen But you've become poisonous, what used to be my lifeline is now my deathbed you're no good for me Because you don't look at me the same way you look at him with your big brown eyes as deep as the milky way Your laugh as loud as meteors You never cease to amaze me Yet you still tell me you want to hold me in your castle arms, You say that you want to hold down my fortress You say you want to be my knight in shining armor but I know you'd rather carry the weight of him instead of me Constellations grapple to the under belly of your lies The moon has whispered in my ear once again that you are no good for me But I don't think that you understand I know you don't understand Please, why can't you understand That we... We are no good for each other Because while you're above the clouds, Way past the heavens, I have my feet firmly planted in reality.

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Inhale, Exhale, Repeat His lungs expanded with the warm and toxic fumes Carcinogens work there magic as they sit like burning coals Preparing the most horrid of scenarios, Tempting fate with each cigarette he hangs out of the corner of his mouth Ash in the air fluttering like butterflies that we used to see on the days you felt well enough to go outside I remember sitting on the couch and you held up a stone You said "Emily, this stone is going to heal me one day." But I could see it in your tired eyes that your spirit was breaking It's a disease, manipulative and painful Traveling through the veins of innocent people Wandering through the genes of many It's Cancer My ears shutter at the word Cause facing the reality that you aren't here anymore is painful enough I can't imagine drowning in radiation and pain killers Seeing my family cry raindrops is not a preferred activity

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC

emily-mary

***UNFINISHED***

Inhale, Exhale, Repeat His lungs expanded with the warm and toxic fumes Carcinogens work there magic as they sit like burning coals Preparing the most horrid of scenarios, Tempting fate with each cigarette he hangs out of the corner of his mouth Ash in the air fluttering like butterflies that we used to see on the days you felt well enough to go outside I remember sitting on the couch and you held up a stone You said "Emily, this stone is going to heal me one day." But I could see it in your tired eyes that your spirit was breaking It's a disease, manipulative and painful Traveling through the veins of innocent people Wandering through the genes of many It's Cancer My ears shutter at the word Cause facing the reality that you aren't here anymore is painful enough I can't imagine drowning in radiation and pain killers Seeing my family cry raindrops is not a preferred activity

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The land of the free and home of the brave, Nothing but a pathetic attempt at humane priority. America is a sad attempt of Patriotism and Rationality Our Government is a fatuous ill-minded joke. Mr. President you are the political icon that sums up this idiotic unsystematic society. In all serious this country is a disgrace to the pledge of allegiance "Under God, Indivisible, With Liberty and Justice for All." Reality is that isn't how it is at all, If it was Liberty and Justice for all things would be different, not ignorant I do not stand for the pledge thinking the same as my peers.. I pledge my allegiance to same *** couple getting married without hesitation of the system raining down on them, it's like humans are afraid of there own anatomy who cares if a man loves another man they're happy I pledge my allegiance to Faith and Spirituality, there should be no fear with God, there should be no hate in Allah, there should be no judgement to any. To ****** with teeth that shine, lips that curl a welcome mat spread across the slim grin they portray, Mr. President should have had you put away a long time ago. You are not welcome here.. It's not even just the President, its us as a society terrorizing one another for committing acts that we are supposed to be able to do freely. I am disappointed in our Country, There are places around the world that have half of we have Yet still seeming to know what the concept of working together means Better than we do, and we have the audacity to call ourselves the Home of the brave, and the land of the free.

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC

emily-mary

More like Home of the Idiotic and Land of the Ignorant.

The land of the free and home of the brave, Nothing but a pathetic attempt at humane priority. America is a sad attempt of Patriotism and Rationality Our Government is a fatuous ill-minded joke. Mr. President you are the political icon that sums up this idiotic unsystematic society. In all serious this country is a disgrace to the pledge of allegiance "Under God, Indivisible, With Liberty and Justice for All." Reality is that isn't how it is at all, If it was Liberty and Justice for all things would be different, not ignorant I do not stand for the pledge thinking the same as my peers.. I pledge my allegiance to same *** couple getting married without hesitation of the system raining down on them, it's like humans are afraid of there own anatomy who cares if a man loves another man they're happy I pledge my allegiance to Faith and Spirituality, there should be no fear with God, there should be no hate in Allah, there should be no judgement to any. To ****** with teeth that shine, lips that curl a welcome mat spread across the slim grin they portray, Mr. President should have had you put away a long time ago. You are not welcome here.. It's not even just the President, its us as a society terrorizing one another for committing acts that we are supposed to be able to do freely. I am disappointed in our Country, There are places around the world that have half of we have Yet still seeming to know what the concept of working together means Better than we do, and we have the audacity to call ourselves the Home of the brave, and the land of the free.

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Our lives are battle fields Egressing from the womb with war paint on our faces Soldiers live there life to fight not flight Yet, some of us are not strong enough We are weaker than the rest, Carrying paper wrists and our weapons filled with blade edged bullets Looking for an identity We our the unknown warriors Sulking upon tarnished territories We will sleep in guilt ridden graves, Apologizing to our mothers and our fathers for not wanting to fight anymore They'll weep and beg the heavens to send you back But you're an angel now There is no reason for war, There is no reason to be sad anymore Keep savior to your paper wrist Keeping savior in your heavenly spirit as well It's so easy to become lost in time that you can't even bare the thought of going back It's so comforting to be a coward, to just stop fighting.

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Dec 20, 2014

Dec 20, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC

emily-mary

Battlefield Cowards

Our lives are battle fields Egressing from the womb with war paint on our faces Soldiers live there life to fight not flight Yet, some of us are not strong enough We are weaker than the rest, Carrying paper wrists and our weapons filled with blade edged bullets Looking for an identity We our the unknown warriors Sulking upon tarnished territories We will sleep in guilt ridden graves, Apologizing to our mothers and our fathers for not wanting to fight anymore They'll weep and beg the heavens to send you back But you're an angel now There is no reason for war, There is no reason to be sad anymore Keep savior to your paper wrist Keeping savior in your heavenly spirit as well It's so easy to become lost in time that you can't even bare the thought of going back It's so comforting to be a coward, to just stop fighting.

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Dear Grandfather, You are missed more than a thousand Chinese lanterns, but I know you are not lost, nor are you off track, I'm sure you float among the stars sipping sweet red wine on mars & play cards on the dark side of the moon I still hope that one day God will grant you with furlough to escape the bony handed captivity of reapers, so that you can sit next to your loved ones, and we can have coffee party's at 6 am and ice cream socials at 9 I'd apologize for weeping even when you told me not too, I'll always remember that you are the diamond glints on the snow, and that you don't sleep so we can watch king of the hill and HBO all night long and when your furlough is over I'll know that when I wake up the next the day that you did not die, I'll just call it going on vacation, I've always wanted to go to space, and one day I will see you there, and we can surf meteors or make memories in the constellations. but over all I'll always think of you when it rains, and I'll try my best not cry when I visit your grave. Always know I love you, You're Granddaughter, Emily.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC

emily-mary

Dear Grandfather.

Dear Grandfather, You are missed more than a thousand Chinese lanterns, but I know you are not lost, nor are you off track, I'm sure you float among the stars sipping sweet red wine on mars & play cards on the dark side of the moon I still hope that one day God will grant you with furlough to escape the bony handed captivity of reapers, so that you can sit next to your loved ones, and we can have coffee party's at 6 am and ice cream socials at 9 I'd apologize for weeping even when you told me not too, I'll always remember that you are the diamond glints on the snow, and that you don't sleep so we can watch king of the hill and HBO all night long and when your furlough is over I'll know that when I wake up the next the day that you did not die, I'll just call it going on vacation, I've always wanted to go to space, and one day I will see you there, and we can surf meteors or make memories in the constellations. but over all I'll always think of you when it rains, and I'll try my best not cry when I visit your grave. Always know I love you, You're Granddaughter, Emily.

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