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emilygryffons
I'm Emily. I am currently a student at Illinois State University. I use poetry as a way to figure out what I feel and how I feel. I also post my poetry on my blog along with some personal posts. emilygryffons.wordpress.com
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR MY WORDS? MY THOUGHTS? MY SECRETS? DO YOU WANT TO FEEL MY EMOTIONS? MY FEARS? MY JOYS AND TRIALS? DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY WORLD? MY HORRORS HOPES AND HEARTBREAK? DO YOU HAVE THE BRAVERY TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE SOUL BEHIND THE CURTAIN THE PERSON BEHIND THE SMILE? PROMISE ME YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE NEVER JUDGE LAUGH OR SCOFF. FOLLOW ME. I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT I’M HIDING.
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
Application for a Friend
I traded my tiara for a graduation cap and walked alone down the aisle. I left my Barbie dolls for diet pills and Prozac the day I almost died. My street where my home sits, my abandoned kingdom, has been invaded by drugs, and all the fairy lights are flashing red and blue. The day I left, I packed my innocence, and the hindsight grew gray and black. Once I had the strength to leave, I knew there was no going back.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
20/20
Meeting you was shaking hands Unlocking a door got the first time Laughing with you was remembering a fluent language I had long since forgotten. You saw my mess, my wreck Listened to my story. Every single chapter. And you found a way to translate my codes. The more I try to hide To shut myself away, The more you seem to already know. I didn't know how lost I was, How far from myself I'd veered, Until you silently reminded me where I stand. You adopted me and gave me my first unconditional family. Being your friend is like coming home.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
For Jordan
Someday I’ll stop waiting for your name To appear on my phone My mind And my heart Someday I’ll be able to think Without you popping up And tearing me down Someday I’ll get over you But that day Is not today
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Someday
POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: Self harm I looked down and saw a scar Of where I used to be. A long, steady coursing line Down my arm. My scar invited me down it’s course, Down its bright red river. My curiosity begs me to go back. I am weak from days of crying, Nights without sleep, And no strength on which to lean. It would be so easy to press back down And reopen what I closed. I just have to keep trying, Have to keep fighting.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Old Scars
I am a proud supporter of messy hair and sweatpants With unidentified stains. I am a supporter of unkept beards and bags under eyes From stressful, sleepless nights. I believe in “Just one more coffee” and “I’ll get it done later.” In “I love you too.” In chosen family. How we live is who we are. I believe in Embracing that. I support shameless self-love And unabashed assurance. Life is messy, And so are we.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
Support System
I am a woman. Descendant of Queens and Goddesses. I am the warrior who kept fighting And the one who waged the war. I am fire, water, air, and earth. I calm the storms and start the fires. I am generations of keeping this race from dying out And no thanks for it. I was not made to be silent Or to turn a blind eye. I was born to fight, to rule, To change what I see. I am a woman. Do not mess with me.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Woman