EMD: Poems

XXVIII

EMD Sep 2018

XXVIII

The wilderness pushed against the fence
Wild green against the rusted links of chain
Pushing through
Crawling under
Climbing over
Crumbling down
Toppling apart

XXX

EMD Oct 2018

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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

XXXII

EMD Jan 2019

XXXII

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

XXXIII

EMD Jan 2019

XXXIII

The sweet smell of sweat dampened denim
Somewhere between pine sap and cinnamon
Where I can settle in by the beat of your heart

XXXIV

EMD Jan 2019

XXXIV

I thought I loved him
But I was wrong
It was you
All along

XXXIX

EMD Sep 2019

XXXIX

I am full of love to overflowing
but there is
                 no one
                             to
                           drink.

XXXV

EMD Jan 2019

XXXV

I think I’ll call her Helen
This girl I’ve been dragged to hell with
She’s the bait and the lure
And she got me
Hook
Line
And sinker

XXXVII

EMD Feb 2019

XXXVII

I could write ballads for your eyes
And odes to your smile
But for now I will write a lament
To the heart that can’t be mine

XXXVIII

EMD Feb 2019

XXXVIII

To sit in the moon
And gaze down on you

To look on in loving admiration
With desire, my hearts malformation

Even the stars would weep
To see sad little old me

you

EMD Dec 2017

you

sometime i loVe
like a brokeN feather
Sometimes i love
like old leather
soft onE moment
jagged and bitter the next
because thAt’s all i know
that is aLl i can do
i was neveR taught how
so i will learn nOw
with You

Your love

EMD Dec 2017

Your love

Your love is like
An ancient sword
Dull on one side
Enough to think that
Maybe just maybe
It’s not dangerous
But the other side is a stinging blade
With angry words and desperate silences

Your love is like
The wind in autumn
Gentle enough one moment
To even be called sweet
To think summer is not yet gone
Playful and warm
But the next moment it is harsh
Enough to remind me that winter is coming

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