We are all stepping stones of
                  conscious emotion.
Never realising where our
                    footprint may reside.


Every smile collects on another's
                            unique harmony.
We collect coins to throw in each
                       hearts pooling ecstasy.


Never do we ponder which foot may
                                   take the first step.
Even though all ripples are distinct,
          our heart is the stone dropping.


"We fall for those who catch us,
          "No matter who's smiles catch us,

How serene it would be
if the graves could actually hear
the nicest things people say about them.
For they were too busy ignoring them
when they were alive
and now they have all the time in the world...

I might be a devil.
A soul ******* succubus from hell
Coming up to claim my prizes
Fill my goodie bag full of shiny ****** hearts
And pretty little promises
Look me in my face and ask me if I love you
I don't know
I don't know if I have ever loved anyone
The more I stare into my own emotions
The more unclear they become
I don't know that I have ever
Given love that I didn't use for my own vain agenda
To build myself up into this beautiful crystal castle
Looking down on everyone
Who I claim to put above myself
Is it love?
Or is it slavery?
Am I a saint?
Or am I a ghost?

I know you see me as your hero without a cape, just poetic powers
The one you come to that helps you blossom into that unique flower
Every day you reach out for my hand to be your guidance
Trusting me with your darkest confessions with faith of keeping it private
You could’ve turned to needles, drugs, or even self harm yet you turn to me
With hopes that I’ll be the one that’ll forever set you free

The words my heart writes save you from going off the deep end
Maybe I failed to realize that my art is your only friend
I used art as a way of expression never knowing the impact behind the concepts
It was a substitution to keep me from using that sharp silver object
That makes you bleed when it dances across your skin
When it hears the rainfall of your tears caused by the hurt from false friends
Keeping me from sober so I wouldn’t have to make out with that bottle
That makes me drowsy to the point where I slip into this world
Where I’m looking at myself fall apart unable to shake away my demons
That convince to drown in that pool of substance from my life’s bleeding
So here I am trying to keep you from going to that world where it’s impossible to come back
From knowing that it keeps a hold on you & knows how to knock you off track
Let my pain guide you to the light so you won’t make the same mistakes as me
And you too can seek a better way to peace to which that world doesn’t want you to see

- Poetic Venom

I've been stuck in the middle for a long time.
I've been stuck in the gutter before.
I've been turned around for the last time.
Now its time to open that door.

I have fallen away from the bottom.
I have climbed up once again.
I have risen to the occasion.
Now its time that I begin.

Sometimes you have to be starving.
To understand how hunger hurts.
I've never been so determined.
To put my thoughts into my words.

A. Emmi 02/22/18

I'm  just a page of lingering
          smiles, static in the eyes
of those that gaze
                           upon my memory.

Collections of stories of what made
           me, me. We are only paragraphs
or just words in the history
                           of tomorrows thoughts.

Create what makes us a reflection of
             what was, and now has been seen.
We create our future in our living moments.