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EMD Sep 2018
Sometimes I wish I was made of paper
To be one and the same as the trees
My perfume would be of printers ink
My face would be traced with lines of quils
So that one day when I step out on mars
The sun burning with volcanos’ rage
My skin might burst into flames
Fahrenheit: 451 degrees
Sep 2018 · 72
EMD Sep 2018
Walk me to my grave
Therein lies the soul you tried to save

The coffin you wished wasn’t full
Now that I’m gone, do you feel the same pull?
Sep 2018 · 67
EMD Sep 2018
The wilderness pushed against the fence
Wild green against the rusted links of chain
Pushing through
Crawling under
Climbing over
Crumbling down
Toppling apart
Sep 2018 · 64
EMD Sep 2018
We all believe the little lies we’re told
After all, we all need something to hold
So believe the little lies you’re told
For if we didn’t, the world then, would be terribly cold
Sep 2018 · 228
Save the bees
EMD Sep 2018
Do you ever wonder if the bees get drunk?
And make themselves a poison honey,
From the sickly sweet nectar
Of the nightshade flower
In the midnight field
Bumbling about
Buzzzing here
And there
Aug 2018 · 54
EMD Aug 2018
Love like a flower blooms
It grows and grows
And when pulled up
If by the roots
And planted again
It would bloom
Just as beautiful
In a different garden
Aug 2018 · 77
EMD Aug 2018
She wasn’t an “easy” woman
But she had an easy heart
And people saw her kindness as weakness
Her meekness as pathetic
She fell in love with every man she met
                by one
           ­                                         Heart.
Aug 2018 · 101
EMD Aug 2018
The satellite carves a path through the stars
As the silent universe streams on
Jul 2018 · 798
Falling in love
EMD Jul 2018
I’m falling i                     n love again
With those blue              eyes full of lust
You think I would h         ave learned by now
That in them I will neve  r find anything to trust
But when you give me that look I feel like I’m going
To fall apart in your arms and we kiss & I combust
I crumble when we touch, and it’s almost too m
uch. I burst into flames at the thought so
desperate to have you with me I th
ink I might die for you con
sume my every thought
with your tantiliz
ing blue eyes
full of
Jul 2018 · 112
EMD Jul 2018
Wishing that the sun were green
So that maybe it wouldn’t
Burn so bright and give your eyes that sheen

Wishing that the sky weren’t blue
So that everyime I see it
I wouldn’t think of you

Wishing that the grass was grey
So that maybe- just maybe-
I could forget that day

Wishing that the moon weren’t white
So that I should hope
To see you in a different light
EMD Jul 2018
“What is it like to fall in love?”
Asked the little girl of the young lady
The lady stooped, to look in her eyes
“It is like falling into a box of poisoned chocolates,
Sweet at first, but it will leave you bitter.”

“Whats it like to fall in love?”
Asked the little girl of the quiet gentleman
He cocked his head, to ponder a moment
“It is like listening to a symphony on the other side of a door,
Beautiful for sure, but the melody just out of reach.”

“What is it like to fall in love?”
Asked the little girl of the honest woman
She stopped her work, to find her courage
“It’s a bit like hearing a wolf howl in the dark of the wood,
Frightening just then, but it may mean you no harm.”

“What is it like to fall in love?”
Asked the little girl of the poor man’s son
The ragged man thought, to speak the truth
“It is not for from finding a mountain of fairy’s gold,
An exciting thrill, but gone in a snap of fingers.”

“What is it like to fall in love?”
Asked the little girl of the queen
She paused, to pray before she spoke
“It shouldn’t come to me I suppose,
As it’s awful hard, with a heart full of stones.”

“What’s it like to fall in love?”
Asked the little girl of the prince
He bowed, to show her his grace
“It seems to me like drinking fine ale
Tender and light the first taste, but heavy and strong by the dregs.”

“What is it like to fall in love?”
Asked the little girl of the elderly pair
He scratched his chin, to consider his choices
She smoothed her hair, to conceal with great care
“It appears to me,” said he, “like a bird with broken wings,
Gentle and small, but with care it should grow and soar.”
“It comes to me,” said she, “as an infant,
Perfect and pure, with a little luck it stays that way.”
Jul 2018 · 122
Independence Day
EMD Jul 2018
Glimmers of light
Flash in the night
Turning the dark to day
When I close my eyes
I see the colors dance
Outlining the tree line
Against my lids
Smoke hangs in the air
The music sounds
Rumbles and pops
We hold fire in our hands
And within our hearts
A summer joy
And the subtle pride
For all that we are
Jun 2018 · 83
EMD Jun 2018
My heart belongs to the boy
With the sun in his eyes
The moon in his smile
And the stars in his soul
Jun 2018 · 112
Cotton wood trail
EMD Jun 2018
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 2018 · 104
Carry me home
EMD Jun 2018
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 2018 · 107
The book mender
EMD May 2018
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 2018 · 228
EMD May 2018
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 2018 · 104
Untamed Fire
EMD May 2018
Something burned between them
Like an un-ignited spark
The shadow of a flame
That was never lit
May 2018 · 81
EMD May 2018
I’m tired of being hurt by people I care about
Maybe it would be easier just not to care
May 2018 · 82
EMD May 2018
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.
May 2018 · 65
Northern Country Summer
EMD May 2018
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
***** 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 2018 · 48
EMD May 2018
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 2018 · 48
EMD May 2018
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 2018 · 51
EMD May 2018
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 2018 · 57
EMD Apr 2018
Remember to live in the world
For it was given with a purpose
Apr 2018 · 47
EMD Apr 2018
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 2018 · 48
EMD Apr 2018
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 2018 · 62
EMD Apr 2018
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.
Apr 2018 · 61
Better than coming home
EMD Apr 2018
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 2018 · 180
My farewell
EMD Mar 2018
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 2018 · 96
EMD Mar 2018
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 2018 · 79
EMD Mar 2018
I kissed you in a dream
And you were cold like a corpse
EMD Mar 2018
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 2018 · 66
EMD Mar 2018
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
Mar 2018 · 88
Three way war/ my curse
EMD Mar 2018
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 2018 · 34
EMD Mar 2018
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 2018 · 60
EMD Mar 2018
On an Alibaster sky
My love for you
Like a shadow
Mar 2018 · 53
EMD Mar 2018
How is it
That everything
In my heart and soul
Screams and reaches for you
But my mind and body hold me still.
Mar 2018 · 83
EMD Mar 2018
your gentle hands
warming up
my Cold and Glittering Heart
Mar 2018 · 196
A Snow Storm of Letters
EMD Mar 2018
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 2018 · 101
EMD Mar 2018
“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 2018 · 69
EMD Mar 2018
You are soft against my skin
Like cotton in the rain
An artists touch
Playing my body
Like an instrument
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