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4d · 19
XXXIV
EMD 4d
I thought I loved him
But I was wrong
It was you
All along
6d · 15
XXXIII
EMD 6d
The sweet smell of sweat dampened denim
Somewhere between pine sap and cinnamon
Where I can settle in by the beat of your heart
Jan 13 · 20
Pin-pricks of light
EMD Jan 13
Pin-****** of light
My stars in the darkness
Her smile warms my heart
And his eyes break it
Gentleness and kindness
They are my key and my door
A tender hug and a harsh voice
Reprimand and encouragement
My little pin-****** of light
You showed me that perhaps—
all is not lost
And I hope that I did the same
Jan 13 · 19
XXXII
EMD Jan 13
I miss the me
That used to be
And I know, I am she
But still yet, I am not me

I miss the he
That used to be
And I know, that it is he
But still yet, that isn’t he

And I miss the we
That used to be
And I know, we’re still we
But still yet, this isn’t we
Jan 3 · 122
Sand
EMD Jan 3
Where does one go
When their rock turns into sand?
My mountain has crumbled and
I am swept off my feet
Lost
          And adrift
                    In a sea
That I know nothing about
EMD Dec 2018
I sit alone in the crowded forest
Mellow golds and burning red
The trees burn, silent and smokeless,
Without a scream or a cry

I sit alone in the crowded forest
The scorched oak gives way to storm
Its branches broke and leaves bleeding
And the willow whispers its weeping

I sit alone in the crowded forest
At once a cacophony of birds
Erupt like ash from the flaming boughs
The earth quivers beneath the coals

I sit alone in the crowded forest
Each smoldering leaf a warming comfort
My ignited heart finds peace at last
As I sit alone in the crowded forest
Dec 2018 · 254
A garden of love
EMD Dec 2018
**** me with roses
And bury me with lilies

Kiss me with orchids
And drown me in daisies

Worship with geraniums
And dance with cosmos

Dress me with asters
And adorn me with anemones

Do not plant me red petunias
For the splendor of puprle tulips

Let us live with peonies
And sleep with plum blossoms
Oct 2018 · 122
What are you?
EMD Oct 2018
Perhaps your like the snow
On a soft winter’s day
Or the first leaf to turn
Crimson in autumn
The first blossom in spring
The last rain in summer
A fish drowning
In the salty sea
A lonely bird
Falling through the sky
The first drop of rain
To hit the earth
Or maybe the last to drip down
The first bubbly sip
Or the last dregs from the can
Salty and sweet
And everything in between
Oct 2018 · 52
XXX
EMD Oct 2018
***
I want to love you
With all that I am
To kiss your burning lips
And my heart has been broken
So many times that now
I’m used to picking the shards out of my soul
Sep 2018 · 54
A prayer for the sinners
EMD Sep 2018
Oh suff’ring Savior
Come to me
Come spread that shadow o’er me
Hands and feet been pierced by nails
Wrap your arms around me
Kneel with me in sorrowed prayer
As yonder comes the mor-ning

The suff’ring Savior
Cant you see?
He’s waiting there before thee
Your eyes may yet be filled with tears
He’ll wipe them so that you may see
Ask and he shall hear your plea
As yonder breaks the mor-ning
Sep 2018 · 45
My muses
EMD Sep 2018
I have compared my muses to the sun
I have compared them to the moon
And even the ocean, just water too
To artwork and the stars
But I have nothing
To compare
To you
Sep 2018 · 110
Untitled
EMD Sep 2018
Even the sky looks tired
Breathing fog against the trees
Sighing mist into the fields
Dark clouds like eye circles
Heavy lashes dripping raindrop tears
The grey cast of sleeplessness
Or at least, so it seems to me
That even he can’t dream
This one feels incomplete
EMD Sep 2018
Sometimes I wish I was made of paper
To be one and the same with the trees
So that someday if it rained
I would fold myself into a paper boat
And sail along down the drains
The raging little river to wash away
My printers ink perfume
And wilt me way to silt.
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 · 45
XXIX
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 · 45
XXVIII
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 · 37
XXVII
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 · 197
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
Drunk
Aug 2018 · 42
XXVI
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 · 53
Untitled
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
And
         one
                by one
                          they
                                 Broke
                                            Her
           ­                                         Heart.
Aug 2018 · 78
Satellites
EMD Aug 2018
The satellite carves a path through the stars
As the silent universe streams on
Jul 2018 · 758
Falling in love
EMD Jul 2018
I’m falling i                     n love again
With those blue              eyes full of ****
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 · 89
Wishing
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 · 92
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 · 76
XXIV
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 · 87
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 · 82
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 · 75
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 · 204
XXIII
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 · 77
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 · 75
Untitled
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 · 62
XXI
EMD May 2018
XXI
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
Felt
Right
So
Fix my
Breaking
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 · 51
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 · 42
XX
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 · 42
XIX
EMD May 2018
XIX
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 · 45
XVIII
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 · 50
XVII
EMD Apr 2018
Remember to live in the world
For it was given with a purpose
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