2d · 29
EMD 2d
My heart belongs to the boy
With the sun in his eyes
The moon in his smile
And the stars in his soul
Jun 7 · 43
Cotton wood trail
EMD Jun 7
Cotton wood floats lazily in the air
Like the first snow in summer
The wooden rail of the bridge is sunwarmed
The breeze is cool and gentle
Blowing ripples in the river
The green stained glass water glides smoothely
Fish and turtles play here
Walking along the bank
The little clearings dappled with sun
Walking with nature, his hand in mine
Hand in hand with nature
Chatting with time
Watching the roses bloom
Sometime in the heat of June
While the bunnies play
In the cool of the shade
Cotton wood floats lazily in the air
Like the first snow in summer
Jun 5 · 40
Carry me home
EMD Jun 5
I let my self fall open
I bare my soul to you
I let you become everything
I hand you my heart

An angel in every sense
A word full of light
Full of wonder and beauty
A creature of pain and love

With white wings
Golden soft love
Carry me home
In your protecting arms
May 16 · 47
The book mender
EMD May 16
A heart that is twisted
Beyond all recognition
A torn up novel with a ruined cover

Tonight’s the night,
And in the dark
He’ll somehow fix her bleeding heart

Gilded pages,
A glued up binding,
In a soft new jacket

Pretty words and delicate pictures
Color and dark black ink
The adventure of a story
“Every life is a story to be told”-unknown
May 9 · 171
EMD May 9
Like the beating of a broken drum
Pulsing gently, gently throbbing
Quiet cold, the ache grows dimmer
Wind grows warm as in summer
Not done but I can’t think of anything else to write.
May 8 · 54
Untamed Fire
EMD May 8
Something burned between them
Like an un-ignited spark
The shadow of a flame
That was never lit
May 3 · 58
EMD May 3
I’m tired of being hurt by people I care about
Maybe it would be easier just not to care
May 2 · 41
EMD May 2
I want to fix the things that I have done
I want to speak with you, though
I know I don’t have the right
After what I did to you
But in this darkened
sea of wrong you
Were the only
Thing that
Fix my
Heart and
Put me back
Together, for I am
Falling apart. But the
Worst of it is that I will never
Have the courage to ask you for it.
EMD May 2
Quiet country roads
When cars pass
And make the pavement sing
Little bones under soft grey fur
Easing in, to a gentle purr
Twittering birds and a flicking tail
Calls of geese finding a northern summer
White and pink cherry blossoms
And blooming Bradford pears
Gravel drives that rumble like thunder
Horses whinny in the pasture
Pigs wallow in the mire
Dogs roam free on each others land
Ice tea and the lemonade stand
A rooster crowing at the sun
Blankets spread beneath the stars
Young ones waiting up for mars
Babies cooing on the porch
And laundry snapping in the wind
Corn stocks block the view on corners
And soy beans ripple like an ocean green
Dirty boots and hungry men
Happy mothers cooking dinner
Laughing children and muddy hands
Football starting with the marching band
Inspired artists and woeful writers
Seek to -but never can- capture
The life which binds us here
May 2 · 32
EMD May 2
Her feet creaked across a copper earth
As she made her way to a cobalt sea
Underneath a steel sky
Filled with tin clouds
With a heart made of gold
And a soul full of silver
May 2 · 30
EMD May 2
Can the spring ever meet the winter?
Can the broken stone once more be sealed?
Can the dove make peace with the crow?
Can the dark ever see the light?
Can the stars ever be friends with the sun?
Can the past ever stand beside the present?
Can the beauty ever be a part of the ugliness?
Can the pain ever make its way to peace?
Can we come back from this? From what each of us did?
May 2 · 31
EMD May 2
I broke myself to fix you

I hated myself to love you

I killed myself to save you

I put myself in darkness to give light to you
You hated me for loving you, you were angry that I cared, but still yet you came back. You put me in a position that was nigh upon impossible. I am angry with you for what you put me through, but I know it wasn’t your fault.
Apr 30 · 33
EMD Apr 30
Remember to live in the world
For it was given with a purpose
Apr 30 · 30
EMD Apr 30
Today I saw the world through someone else’s eyes
Like a hypnotist in disguise

I saw the light twist and bend
I felt my life coming to an end

I sensed the pain of a thousand suns
I heard the firing of seven guns

I tasted bitter freedom on my tongue
And smelled sweet smoke in my lungs.
Apr 30 · 27
EMD Apr 30
I wish I wasn’t breaking inside
As I fell in love with you

Destroying my whole self
For wanting what I cannot have

Slicing my skin to ribbons
So I cannot feel

Breaking my bones to shards
So I cannot move

Bending my lungs in two
So I cannot breathe

Searing my mind to ash
So I cannot think

Tearing out my eyes and tongue
So I cannot see or speak

Twisting my heart to nothing
So I cannot be
Apr 30 · 30
EMD Apr 30
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray your arms my dreams to keep
And if the nightmares make me wake
I pray to you my peace to take
If I should rise before the day
I pray for you to guard my way

Love, to you I pray
You stood beside me for the day
I am safe with you in sight
Perhaps I may dream tonight
You’re my light, my life you bless
You thought me hopefulness
In your arms you hold me tight
So now to you I say goodnight.
EMD Apr 30
Reading the words of others
Filling my heart soul with
The thoughts I couldn’t
Make sense of myself
And writing the things I can
It’s time to come home
Loneliness like a disease fills me up
To be a part of something again
To try and make sense of this agony
I’m coming home
Mar 29 · 133
My farewell
EMD Mar 29
I think I’m done writing for a while
I’m all used up inside
Like an inkwell that’s run dry
There’s quite a lot to deal with
Like the world is in my shoulders
I no longer sleep at night
Nothing in my life is near alright
I need to remember that the world is there
And that I need to live in it
So goodbye my friends
And keep on writing
I’ll be reading what you say
So farewell, my fellow inkwell-hearts!
If not in this life then the next
Let the universe guide you on
Farewell my friends.
I do think of all of you as my friends, strangers though you are. Live good and long and love hard and hate passionately. You’re all amazing and I love you, but I’m not in a good place and I need to forget technology for a while.
Mar 22 · 59
EMD Mar 22
You can see see it in the sun rise
You can see it in the stars
You can see it when the moon
Lines up with mars

You can see it in the shadows,
In the dark and in the light
You can see it in the beauty
And in the existential might

You can see it when the rain falls,
When the ground is soft with snow
You can see it by the ocean
And in the undertow

You can see in in the earth
In the gentle brown soil
You can see it in the plants
In the sun where they toil

What is it to you?
This thing that makes the sky so blue
What is it to you?
This thing that lifts birds wings, if they flew
Mar 22 · 49
EMD Mar 22
I kissed you in a dream
And you were cold like a corpse
EMD Mar 22
You have coffe brown eyes
That glow like embers in the sun
You have one of those rare and wonderful smiles
That light up the room
You have the most wonderful heart
You are good
And you are enough
So don’t tell me that
“It would just be easier”
You have a life to live
So go live it
Mar 22 · 26
EMD Mar 22
I can’t seem to write anything worth reading anymore
I can’t seem to draw anything anyone wants to see
I can’t seem to say anything worth listening to
I can’t seem to be anything anyone wants to care about
EMD Mar 20
There’s a three way war
Waging in my head
My mind, heart, and body
Throwing gauntlets
And clashing swords
Quietly screaming
And ripping my soul apart
My mind wants one
My heart another
My body wants the third
My friend called me lucky,
That I’m able to love so much
I call it a curse,
To hurt so many people.
Mar 19 · 12
EMD Mar 19
Even when life
isn’t worth living,
The Earth Mother
keeps on giving

Even when there’s
nothing left worth stealing
To Father Time
we keep appealing

Even when we have
worked ourselves to bleeding
Brother Fire
we keep on feeding
Mar 19 · 42
EMD Mar 19
On an Alibaster sky
My love for you
Like a shadow
Mar 16 · 33
EMD Mar 16
How is it
That everything
In my heart and soul
Screams and reaches for you
But my mind and body hold me still.
Mar 14 · 54
EMD Mar 14
your gentle hands
warming up
my Cold and Glittering Heart
Mar 14 · 151
A Snow Storm of Letters
EMD Mar 14
A Snow Storm of letters
Huddled in mounds
Blurring my eyes

A Snow Storm of letters
An incoherent mess
Clinging to my soul

A Snow Storm of letters
Black on a white sky
Inking up my skin

A Snow Storm of letters
A muddle of words
Fogging my mind

A Snow Storm of letters
Gently, quietly falling
Blinding my heart

A Snow Storm of letters
Harsh and cold
Obliterating my senses
Mar 12 · 45
EMD Mar 12
“If I washed your feet with my tears
And dried them with my hair,
Would you forgive me then?”

“Never, my love.”

”If I fell to my knees,
Clung to your robe, and begged,
Would you for give me then?”

“Never, my love.”

“If I offered you tithes,
Gave you everything I have,
Would you forgive me the?”

“Never, my love.”

“What, then, must I do,
To earn forgiveness, tell me and I will,
Would you forgive me then?”

“All you must do is ask, my love.”
Mar 12 · 44
EMD Mar 12
You are soft against my skin
Like cotton in the rain
An artists touch
Playing my body
Like an instrument
EMD Mar 4
Oh, Mr. Cash,
I’ve got the Sunday morning blues
That Line is all blurred over
Everyone’s on the left or right
I don’t see Redemption anywhere near
There’s Hurt everywhere
Our Heads are Hung in shame
And every one has the Cocaine Blues
I feel the pain of the Devil’s Right Hand
Too many people have Big Irons
Too few Hearts are made of Gold
And too many Boys called Sue
You warned us about our Guns in Town
But we didn’t listen
The water’s Five Feet Higher than it ought to be
People focus too much on Flesh and not enough on Blood
God will Cut us Down
But until he does, I wear Black with you
To mourn your unheard warnings
Mar 4 · 317
The art of you
EMD Mar 4
I don’t deserve to be with you
Like a broken statue doesn’t serve to be
In the home of some prestigious collector
Like the work of some amateur doesn’t
Belong beside the Mona Lisa
Like cheap tarnished tin doesn’t belong
With shining gold and rubies

But the thing is,
No one else sees it
Because you’re not
A shining jewel
A priceless painting
Or some beautiful sculpture
You’re a misfit
A diamond in the rough
Unpolished ore
A da Vinci hidden under paint
Something of beautiful worth
That no one yet knows about
Feb 27 · 40
The actor’s burden
EMD Feb 27
I realized today
What a true thespian is
A thespian is a liar
An actor of great renoun
Fake tears and shimmering smiles
A talker and a prentender
Stealer of hearts
And claimer of roses
A thief in every sense but law
Taking the words and the stage,
Filling them with false life
But once the bowing’s over
The curtain falls closed
The smile fades, the tears are dried
Roses are discarded
The actor does not shed the role
Continuing to wear it as cloak

Oh thespian!
Actor of such renoun!
Bravo, bravo!
But backstage they are far,
Far less impressed with you,
My dear thespian
Feb 27 · 46
Richard Cory
EMD Feb 27

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
A beautiful reminder that we do not know what goes on in people’s heads
Feb 27 · 371
Dear Hunter
EMD Feb 27
Dear, gentle Hunter
You cried when you killed me
Your desperation I see,
Battling the kindness in your eyes.

Dear, gentle Hunter
You lay your hand on me
Softening my fear with your touch
Your need was greater than mine.

Dear, gentle Hunter
You pulled the arrow from my side
To passify my pain
Your love of the world showing plain.

Dear, gentle Hunter
You looked for a fawn before you shot
Thinking of the children of your own
The winter would take them if not for me

Dear, gentle Hunter
You took everything you could,
Nothing would be wasted
Your gratitude obvious

Dear, gentle Hunter
I willingly give you myself
Let me give you the peace of knowing
I have the serenity of my worth
Feb 26 · 38
Reality & Reverie
EMD Feb 26
Reality and reverie
The eternal battle of soul and body
The truth versus the fantasy

The endless reverie
Of what we want to be
The platonic conception of originality

The ceaslessness of reality
The crushing of hopes for what could be
The harsh subject in entirety
Feb 26 · 21
Heart of tin
EMD Feb 26
God forgive me for what I’ve done
I never meant to hurt anyone
My heart seems to be made of tin
Crushed so many times
The broken edges are sharp enough to cut
The tips of your gentle fingers open
Leaving trailing lines of red
Everywhere your hands touch me
Staining my cheeks and lips with rouge
Covering my lids, letting me see
Just as you do; through a rose tinted haze
Ignoring the pain I put you in,
So that you could ease mine.
With your heart of solid gold
That outshines my little tin heart
Every single time
Feb 25 · 67
Book smell
EMD Feb 25
Do you know that smell that some books have?
The smell that takes you straight into the world in the ink?
Something between smoke and wood chips?
The smell of what music would smell like?
That smell the one of the farthest back shelf in the library?
The one where it smells like the hands of those who’ve loved it?
Do you know that smell that some books have?
The one that can take you anywhere in the world?
Any time, anyplace, with any person, of any race?
The smell of fresh printers ink and ancient paper?
Do you know that smell?
Feb 23 · 32
EMD Feb 23
Three white doves cannot fit in a nest
    But if the extra cannot find a mate
Then where should it fly at springtime’s end?
That lonely little dove, caught between two worlds
   The little dove left alone to mourn what it could not have
      Mourning it’s lost love in a lonely, empty little nest
         Perched precarious and pretty on a windowsill
            Little grey dove, mourning the morning
Feb 21 · 44
EMD Feb 21
I was desperate for your love

You disgust me
Feb 21 · 136
windows to the soul
EMD Feb 21
some people say
the eyes are the window
to the soul
i have seen windows
with the shades drawn tight
like they’re hiding something inside
i have seen windows
with cracks running both ways
like many stones have been thrown
i have seen windows
deep into haunted houses
like there’s only a ghost of what was
i have seen windows
that belong to ancient homes
like stories untold
i have seen windows
with boxes full of blooms
i have seen windows
that glow gold in the sun
i have seen windows
that belong on a boat
i have seen windows
like stained glass in a church
some people say
that the eyes are the windows to the
Boxes full of blooms are green, glow gold in the sun is brown, belong on boats are blue, stained glass are hazel/color changing
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