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Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Clouds are like pillows in the sky.
Oh! how I wish that I could fly.
To touch the soft white,
To lay there till night,
When the moon gazes down with its silvery eye.
Another old one from my childhood... I have no idea when I wrote this... I wish I had developed the habit of writing the date on things earlier... X'D
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
An artist's hands are never clean.
A smudge of black, a splash of green...
Worn and scarred, they present
to life and hard work, a testament.
Calloused & bent, yet skilled in their craft,
from holding a pen or a brush by the shaft.
Stained with paint or ink or charcoal,
an Artist's hands are the tools of his soul.
Or her soul... X'D... or whatever... this was an olllld poem that I wrote in high school.. it's in an old journal dated 03-27-01... but it was much older than that... I think it was inspired by an art teacher that I had... I can't remember... might have been straight from my imagination... X'D
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Stepping out into the world...
How will I express myself?
Am I really strong enough?
No turning back now,  just walk on.
My past behind,  my life ahead.
The pages of destiny, yet to be read.

Courage! Courage!
Now be brave.
Will I fail?  Will I succeed?
Will I follow? Will I lead?
All this and more I ask myself
As I prepare to leave my shelf.

I will not cry!  I will not cry!
There is no try, just do or die.
I'll give my all with no complaints,
With no regrets and no restraints.
Now must I spread my wings and fly...
🕊This is a poem that I wrote in high school for senior night... unfortunately I don't remember what actually happened,  but I think I remember that my poem was chosen,  but they wanted me to change some things about the last bit (I don't think they liked the "do or die" bit X'D)... and they wanted me to read it... I thiiink I declined... because I didn't want to change it and I am pretty sure that I was WAAAAY TO SHY to read a poem that I wrote in front of my whole graduating class... it was enough of an honor for me that they would have picked it... even with conditions...😅... but... I might have read it and blocked the memory... but... I don't think I did... it has been basically 20 years since then.. so my memory is pretty fuzzy...hahaha... after being "re-shelved" a couple of times... the thrill of leaping loses its edge... but I still remember the uncertainty of that first time... now I am pretty happy to rest the ol' wings and perch for a while...🐦👍
This was written in 2001
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Some may think it odd

                    to see me outside

     dancing around

              with the wind as my guide....
This is a small bit of a poem that I wrote a long time ago... I need to find the rest of it... I just remember this line... I thought it was cute... I actually used to do that hahaha and still may occasionally now if the mood strikes me hahaha... XP  woah! a poem from me that's not a haiku!  hahaha X'D
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Shining soap bubbles
dreams swell with swirling colors
popping at day break.
Came up with this one today actually 02 / 25 / 20 because I know I had a very long dream last night but as soon as I woke up ****** it was gone! can't remember a bit of it... oh well... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Pale petals whisper
Spring's cool timid fingertips
Brush by tenderly.
I love cherry blossoms,  there are 2 big cherry trees right next to the restaurant where I work... every spring they tickle everyone with petals... the only trouble is the fallen ones get tracked everywhere and we have to sweep them up hahaha are there really hard to sweep up because they just curl and roll...
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Strands of drifting silk
Glisten in the gentle breeze
Intangible wisps.
Inspired by that time of season when the baby spiders are ballooning using strands of gossamer silk to get from place to place.
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