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Emery Feine Sep 2024
I've lived my life in a stagnant position
And I've eternally remained in one place
I've run from all my problems
Never once looked Death in the face

How can I see the whole world
If I'm afraid of taking one step on earth?
Maybe if I throw away this feeling of safety
Then I'll finally feel some mirth

I've wanted so many more opportunities
But when faced with a problem I just twist and weave
I'll never be able to move on and live life
If at first I don't leave
this is my 79th poem, written on 2/4/24
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I grew independently, totally alone
Forever wanting to just belong
But no one came to me, so I thought to myself
"One day, I'll prove them wrong"

And when I finally became successful
I had fame, I had wealth
No one showed up to my celebration
The only person I proved myself to was myself
this is my 78th poem, written on 1/23/24
Sep 2024 · 1.0k
The Cost of a Genius
Emery Feine Sep 2024
Sometimes, with a roll of the dice
A child receives a blessing that comes with a price
They can be born with the blessing of being smart
Yet in society, they'll always be apart
Who would've known that a bigger or stronger brain
Can make people think you're entirely insane
If you do one thing well in your prime
Then you'll be stuck doing that till the end of time
And if you ever try to quit
Why would you? You're good at it
There's so much pressure on you
That there's nothing you can look forward to
And if you get just one thing incorrect
There's something in your brain that needs to be checked
People will look up to you, but you're up there alone
Sitting down on your worthless diamond throne
And if you aren't better than only some
You're immediately characterized as dumb
Would you really want to feel so apart
Just so you could be a bit more smart?
this is my 77th poem, written on 1/23/24
Sep 2024 · 515
Blazing Star
Emery Feine Sep 2024
A well-known star who performed on stage
Was soon out-shined by the rest
But she couldn't become one of the common folk
She had to be the best

And in the day, she danced with them
And danced until the night
She would wait until everyone left the theatre
Then dance in her own spotlight

And as she danced from day to night
She wasn't the most elite
So she knew she had to do something bigger
So she wouldn't end in defeat

Even though the dancers did perfect arabesques
And chased after an impossible dream
When the night fell and the curtains closed
She lined the stage in gasoline

So when the sun rose, the dancers walked in
They screamed and knew they could never aspire
To the star on the blazing stage
Beautifully burning to death, surrounded by fire
this is my 76th poem, written on 1/18/24
Sep 2024 · 836
The Golden Sand Called Life
Emery Feine Sep 2024
We all leave our footprints on the golden sand
As we take our final breath from this land
Some leave their step close to the water
Some have wept over the death of their son or daughter
So the ones closest to the shore
Will be washed away by a wave
They'll drown and die without asking for more
And give up their final chance to be saved
But some people leave their final footprints further away
Just for a little while longer, they can admire the day
Then they'll see the rest of society drowning in their aquatic fame
Then ask themselves if they should've done the same
But you must leave your mark on this world
Or else you'll be washed away
And you have to live for yourself
Or this world will make you pay
Would you rather leave your mark, or pleasantly drown?
Would you rather leave this world by yourself, or your whole town?
Do you also want to wear society's sea-blue gown?
So when you swim, society will drag you down,
But it is up to you to make sure you don't drown.
this is my 75th poem, written on 1/11/24
Emery Feine Sep 2024
If I went back to my past, would this all really last?
If I cherished all my days, would I still be chasing after grades?
Threw away my life and fell apart
Now all I have left is being smart
Is this the life I'd really choose, if I knew, I couldn't lose?
My whole life ruined from the beginning, but I can't stop that from me winning
And I've carried myself on this path called life, while bleeding out from an 8-inch-knife
So I will go where the wind refuses to blow
And soon I will see that no one can stop me
And I'm sorry if I made your life harder, but this whole time, I've just been your daughter
And even just one mistake will cause this thin ice to surely break
They'll glare at you when you're at your low
They'll glare at you from heat to snow
So you glare back at them like a shattered mirror
So you glare at all the things you once held dear
this is my 74th poem, written on 1/11/24
Sep 2024 · 462
Dear ____
Emery Feine Sep 2024
Your eyes are gorgeous
They are the flowers blooming in Spring
And I always see them in my daydreams
And I'm complaining about that

Your smile is perfect
Just seeing you makes my day brighter
And when we share a glance I feel lighter
My days are best when I see you

I want to know everything about you, sports or band
I want to watch the sunset with you on the golden sand
And we'll run away to buy a house for us in a foreign land

And I didn't want to fall in love ever again
But I've been proved wrong
We could kiss under the Statue of Liberty or the Big Ben

Everyone else sees the sparks as we smile
And when I see you I can't think or know what to do
So I'll keep on loving you for a bit more while
And if you wouldn't mind, you could love me too (?)
this is my 73rd poem, written on 1/9/24
Sep 2024 · 473
Those Firefly Nights
Emery Feine Sep 2024
Oh, how I dreamed of those firefly nights
And our playful games and fights
With the setting of the sun, through the fields we'd run

I remember those memories vividly
But they can no longer be
They are now owned by the past and can no longer last

And now me and my friends have grown up
Yet I still feel stuck
To go back, I yearn, just to return

And one day I was granted a wish
Then with a pop and a swish
I returned to what was mine, I traveled back in time

I returned to that firefly night
But nobody was in sight
They all moved on, they all were gone

They all grew up from day to day
And not even time was there to stay
And I was forever alone in the place I used to call home
this is my 72nd poem, written on 12/28/23
Sep 2024 · 409
Once Upon a Winter Solstice
Emery Feine Sep 2024
It was a hot summer day
And I asked what your favorite season was
You said it was winter, you loved the snow
And that if there was a blizzard, we'd both go

So we came up with a plan
When the winter solstice took place
We'd go out into the snow
And we'd talk in the flurries and so

I waited for the winter solstice
And when it came, a blizzard did too
And I ran into a snow-covered field alone
The cold wind chilling me to the bone

I waited for you to come
And I waited for hours on end
And while my teeth chattered, and my hands turned blue
My heart warmed just thinking about you

And I waited until the disappearance of the sun
When I finally realized you weren't gonna come
But it was too late, the cold had touched my heart
And it stopped and would never again start
this is my 71st poem, written on 12/21/23.
Sep 2024 · 249
Emery
Emery Feine Sep 2024
There's never been a poem written about me
But if there was, this is how I'd want it to be:

Her hair looked like the waves from the sea
Her determination was like a bumble bee
She wanted nothing more than to be free
She thought as she drank her favorite tea,
"One day you'll love me too, maybe"
"Maybe you'll love me too," said she
And one day when I climbed a tree
I shouted to the world her name and its syllables of three
But I never really knew her, so I could never see
How her mind was trapped in a memory
And I could never free my love, Emery
this is my 70th poem, written on 12/21/23.. I don't like this one
Sep 2024 · 465
<3
Emery Feine Sep 2024
<3
In your eyes, I see the whole world
I see a story, desperate to be told
I see the universe.
I see in your eyes the darkest of nights
And the dusty stars of forever light
I see whole galaxies
And it is the most wondrous sight.
this is my 69th poem, written on 12/21/23
Emery Feine Sep 2024
We swore on each other with false trust
The universe was chasing both of us
And no poem can ever retell
The fire in my heart from a burning hell
We're simply both moths, scavenging for the light
And we must've bumped into each other on a cold, dreary night
And when you starve, you'll eat anything
So I must've confused this nightmare with a dream
this is my 68th poem, written on 12/21/23
Sep 2024 · 1.0k
Two Sides of the Same Coin
Emery Feine Sep 2024
When you decided to leave
We shut each other out of our lives completely
You changed your "About Me" to quotes to help you grieve
And when I finally thought we were through
You changed your quote to "I loved you too"
Which messed up my mind completely
Then you changed them to song quotes
And you put little hearts around it
I thought you moved on, so I ignored it
I thought you fell in love with someone else, letting me be
When I looked up the lyrics, knowing they had to be about me
And I thought you were silently asking if we could be friends
So I decided to talk to you again
And you spoke dryly and ignored me again
And that was my last attempt, so I decided to move on
And now you decided that I'm the one that's gone
So what now are you trying to achieve?
You lost the one that stayed when you decided to leave
this is my 67th poem, written on 12/10/23.
Sep 2024 · 321
A Recurring Flashback
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I had never met my grandfather
Because he died of a heart attack
And my father got heart medication from the drive-through pharmacy
While I watched calmly from the back
And at the doctor some years ago
They told me there was some foods I'd have to cut back
They both were perfectionists
So with my self-made stress, how can I bounce back?
I'll go my whole life achieving my dreams
Without once looking back
So don't compare me to them, no matter how similar we look
Don't curse me with a heart attack.
this is my 66th poem, written on 12/10/23.
Sep 2024 · 243
The Truth of It
Emery Feine Sep 2024
When I was told I had to get surgery
I was so scared I'd say something strange when I woke up
And I screamed until I felt a silver of rejoice
In hopes I'd lose my voice.

And when they stuck needles into my body
And my body felt like it could begin to glow
And when I felt euphoria in my arms and chin
That was the most scared I've ever been
this is my 65th poem, written on 12/10/23. now I'm terrified of doctors and surgeries!!
Sep 2024 · 452
We are the Stars
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I believe we are all stars, and we grow and grow
And we expand until we must blow
And even the brightest, biggest stars in space
Must eventually go

And throughout time
We distance ourselves from our core when in our prime
So when the biggest stars explode, they cause a supernova
And they die to start a new lifetime
this is my 64th poem, written on 12/8/23
Sep 2024 · 259
Torn Glory
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I was given an award at school that day
And a friend mocked me, thinking there was no way
Someone one would choose me for being kind and smart
And then I showed my friends my award
For once them not seeing me as absurd
Until a friend ripped my award apart.
this is my 63rd poem, written on 12/6/23. I had to throw the award away because it was so messed up :((
Sep 2024 · 732
#62
Emery Feine Sep 2024
#62
Throughout my long life
I collected a flower each day
And I kept them in a little notebook
When I died, they were the last things I had to say

And my roses, lilies, and yes, dandelions too
Throughout time had begun to rot
But one flower surpassed my days
The victorious blue of a forget-me-not.
this is my 62nd poem, obvi, written on 12/6/23
Emery Feine Sep 2024
Sometimes, I believe I am a star
Glowing bright, yet so far
Or maybe I am the whole galaxy
Every planet you know is simply me

Sometimes I believe I am the shade
I depend on the sun, yet hide from it, afraid
But on other days, I am the sun
I am the most deserving of fun

But sometimes I am a tree
My branches covering everything I see
And I know no matter how much my branches twist and twirl
I'm really only a teenage girl.
this is my 61st poem, written on 12/3/23.
Sep 2024 · 294
Invisible Freedom
Emery Feine Sep 2024
As a little girl
I was thrown into a science lab for an experiment
As I sat in the corner of the dusty, white walls
Thinking about what my childhood could've been without this detriment
And I was too scared to move
The only words that could come out of my mouth was a lament

And each week the scientists would open the door
And carry me to a new place
And then they'd run tests on me
Sticking needles into my arm and face
Then I'd be returned to the dusty, white walls once more
Being put down on the ground with the coldest embrace

And one day after a failed experiment
I was put back in the room, poorly patched
And my vision blurred, my eyes ringed
And my body slowly crawled to the door and latched
And my dying body pushed it slightly, and it opened
And with my final breath, I realized there was never a lock attached.
this is my 60th poem, written on 12/1/23
Sep 2024 · 174
A Monster
Emery Feine Sep 2024
One day, while getting ready, I looked in the mirror
And I saw my legs blow up to twice their size
So I quickly left to change my ripped pants
Wiping away the tears in my eyes

And the next day I returned to this mirror
And my face had a dark shade of red
So I shut all of the windows in my house
And hid under the covers of my bed

And whenever I went out in public
I could swear everyone was looking at me
And I knew I wasn't human anymore
For a monster was all they could see

So I kept my head down
Throwing piles of unfitting clothes on the floor
I would probably grow monster-like tentacles for my arms
Or monster-like claws to scratch all the doors

Then I couldn't stand the sight of me
So I shut off all the lights and shut out the sound
But I could still see about one hundred reflections of myself
In the shattered mirror on the ground.
this is my 59th poem, written on 12/1/23
Sep 2024 · 887
A Hopeless Romantic
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I'll never share a kiss
Or receive handwritten love letters
I'll never be given a bouquet of pink and red flowers
Or dance in the street with the late night showers

And when I feel distraught
There'll be no one there
I'll never experience comfort from another
Never the warmest hugs of a lover

I'll watch everyone else slowly fall in love
While I watch in the distance
And I wonder when it'll be my turn
Having something that which years I've yearned

And I'm simply told to get over myself
And find comfort in being independent
But for my whole life I've been on my own
Oh, how I wish to be the subject of a love poem

Must I spend my whole life alone?
Must I spend my whole life unloved?
If only I wasn't drowned in such a frantic
Oh, the miserable life of a hopeless romantic
this is my 58th poem, written on 11/29/23
Sep 2024 · 819
#57
Emery Feine Sep 2024
#57
Oh, I could drown in the air
Suffocate in the seas
I could float in the waterfall
Or fall in the breeze

Oh, I could freeze from the blazing sun
Burn from the coldness of a heart
I could stand on the whole universe
Or on each grain of sand's part

Oh, I could materialize anywhere
Or disappear for good
I've tried to do everything, normal or strange
But I could still never be understood.
this is my 57th poem, obviously, written on 11/27/23.
Sep 2024 · 566
A One-Sided Understanding
Emery Feine Sep 2024
Oh, you'll wander through congested streets
But you'll be walking alone
And you will be celebrated with astonishing feats
But with nobody to see how far you've grown

You'll comfort others with your warm smile
And you'll comfort yourself when you feel down
For someone you'd run the extra mile
When you're merely an outcast in society's frown

And it doesn't matter how big your land
You'll never find someone who sees you as good
Humans were born to be able to understand
But to never be understood.
this is my 56th poem, written on 11/26/23
Sep 2024 · 200
A Human Stargazing
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I remember being the favorite of the family
I remember getting all the praise
Now a new person is getting the attention, not me
It is now the end of those moments, my days

I used to sit at the head of the table
Now there's another girl sitting there
When was it suddenly the end of my childhood fable?
When did this become fair?

She gets help from her family now
While I'm only someone to poke fun at
And I still love her anyhow
But I don't want my situation to just be that, "that is that!"

So I'm watching from a distance, a new star
Giving her my light, which I got when I was young
And I'll give her the notes to a new melody
Dissatisfied from my childhood song being finished sung.
this is my 55th poem, written on 11/25/23.
Sep 2024 · 393
The Anxiety Attack
Emery Feine Sep 2024
In, 2, 3, 4
Out, 2, 3, 4
What's this feeling
I just can't ignore?

In, 2, 3, 4
Out, 2, 3, 4
Need to close my eyes
Need to lock the door

5 things I see
4 things I touch
Everything around me
Is just too much

3 things I hear
2 things I smell
I can't seem to breathe
Hear the ringing of a bell

And finally, 1 thing I taste
But I'm anxious still
Let me experience life freely
Or just go in for the ****.
this is my 54th poem, written on 11/25/23
Emery Feine Sep 2024
There are so many new events in my life
But I keep forgetting I can't tell them to you
I'd give anything to hear your comforting words one last time
Oh, if only things would be fixed, repaired to new
I would have so much to tell you.
this is my 53rd poem, written on 11/20/23
Sep 2024 · 288
What are You Sorry For?
Emery Feine Sep 2024
You all told me how sorry you were
But what are you apologizing for?
You didn't do anything wrong
So why do you say, "We're so sorry!"
I've heard these words so much they've turned into a blur
So what exactly are you sorry for?
this is my 52nd poem, written on 11/20/23
Sep 2024 · 446
The Weakness of Words
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I've heard many people ponder on the power of words
But to me they only hold little strength
They're like tree roots that can't reach deep at all
Or a winged angel with no rank

Maybe they're powerful when other people write them
Maybe their word choice is more precise
But if so, then I don't believe words
Should have a certain chance of being strong, just a rolling of a dice

But this shouldn't bother me, it's my fault for choosing weak words
But I could never find a word that surely wouldn't make my mind melt
Oh, but if I wrote just a little bit better
You could truly feel what I've felt.
this is my 51st poem, written on 11/19/23. basically just saying I **** at writing and if I could I'd literally be unstoppable on god
Sep 2024 · 769
The Last to Remember
Emery Feine Sep 2024
There once was a beautiful goddess that was burdened by fighting in a war between gods. There, she met an arrogant god, who wanted to serve authority over a land the goddess loved. To protect her land, she killed the god, but was eternally cursed by him, so in the end, nobody would remember her. Nevertheless, the people that lived in the nation she saved venerated her, making the goddess their new found leader. Since many more gods and goddesses were killed off during this time, some losing memory of her as well because of the curse, she decided to retire as the goddess she had been and remain as a mortal. The cursed one would live in solitude, but still complete her duties as a leader. She had promised herself to never have any true relations with anyone, for it was not worth them losing memories of her. One day, she was tasked with a speech to her citizens, that would only temporarily remember her. While walking through the streets, a tired, female merchant bumped into the cursed. The cursed helped the merchant, who was struck with fear after walking into her very own leader. The kind merchant then exchanged her thanks, and the cursed one continued onto her speech. While she spoke about miscellaneous affairs in the nation, the citizens stared at her in awe. Suddenly, a god towered down on the nation. The mortal, still possessing her goddess-like strength, though not in the form anymore, calmed her citizens down by promising to protect them and everything they had achieved. Oh, but the cursed was terrified, for she did not know the worth of everything, even herself. One day, she stood in a large field, looking up at the sky, hoping for an idea, any idea, that would come to her on how to stop the violent god. Her worried expression caught the eye of another god, who floated down from the clouds. He had the kindest eyes she had ever seen, and the cursed fell in love with the beautiful god. The two talked, and he helped her come up with a plan to stop the violent god. Even more in love, the cursed one and the kind god parted with smiles. The following week, the nation's leader was tasked with yet another speech, this one to talk about the war. While walking through the same street, she noticed the kind merchant from before. The cursed one waved at the merchant, but she returned a confused expression and walked away. The cursed one paid no attention and went to her speech. Not as many citizens showed up, but she assumed it was because they were seeking shelter. As the cursed was about to give her speech, the violent god demanded to fight right then and there. She followed him to the field where she met the kind god, the one she unfortunately loved. The god began his attacks, but the former goddess just barely dodged them. However, her mortal qualities could never suffice to the one of a god, and she began to falter. In the distance, she saw the kind god. She yelled and called his name as she fought. He had a puzzled expression on his face as he asked the cursed one if he knew her. Her heart broke as she realized the curse had finally started to have its effect, and he had forgotten her. Frozen in place, the violent god put all of his strength into the final blow which killed the former goddess. As she lay there, dead and heartbroken, her soul materialized into one of a ghost. She watched the violent god seize her people and nation from a distance. And she watched for years, as one by one, they had forgotten she ever existed.
Omnia volui, iustitia. Volo quod merui. Eum in carcere volo.
Sep 2024 · 242
The Heart's Own Mind
Emery Feine Sep 2024
If it was a fallen branch, I'd burn it
If it was a wild beast, I'd hunt it
If it was a string, I'd cut it
If it was glass, I'd shatter it
If it was paper, I'd rip it apart
But I cannot do that, because it is my heart.
this is my 50th poem, written on 11/18/23. yay go me !!
Sep 2024 · 174
I Wish
Emery Feine Sep 2024
For once I wish to be the stars, not the viewer.
For once I wish to be a goal, not the pursuer.
For once I wish to be the masterpiece, not the painter.
For once I wish to be the colors that age, never fainter.
For once I wish to be the ocean, not the one swimming in it.
For once I wish to be a nomad, rather than having to sit.
For once I wish to be knowledge itself, rather than having to learn it.
But the thing I wish most of all is the be the poem, rather than the poet.
this is my 49th poem, written on 11/18/23.
Sep 2024 · 256
In Some Other Universe
Emery Feine Sep 2024
Where would I be without that smile of yours?
Where would I be without your guiding words?
  Where would I be without your stabbing swords?
   Where would I be?

    So maybe in some other universe, everything would be right
     And I'm holding on to something, but it's one thing
     And I'm holding on with all my might
    So maybe in some other universe, things would be alright

   And I know I'll never forget you
  And in my stomach it'll never sit right
And God, I hope you know
How much I loved you so
this is my 48th poem, written on 11/18/23
Sep 2024 · 672
Self-Eradication
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I distinctly remember the sweet smile of the day
And the fireflies that lit up the night sky
The blooming flowers on a beautiful day in May
I remember watching the birds fly ever so high
But I also remember watching the flowers die
Their vibrant colors turning then to grey

I remember the thousands of stories in my mind on display
Castles built from my imagination
I remember the friends that with I could forever stay
Just me and my fictional childhood nation
But now my brain has started a process of self-eradication
My vibrant stories turning then to grey

I've seen friends that I know I knew back in the day
But I just can't put my finger on who they are
And there's nothing I can do or say
As I watch the death of my own star
Now I don't want to finish this poem, must stay far
Because I know it'll turn to a dull grey.
this is my 47th poem, written on 11/13/23.
Sep 2024 · 468
Something You Should Know
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I shouldn't have to hide that you hit me
I shouldn't have to hide my tears
I shouldn't have to fake a smile at you saying my legs were big
Because you couldn't have known that it was one of my fears

I shouldn't have to listen to you yell at the TV screen
I shouldn't have to ramble to feel seen
I shouldn't have to make up a reason for you to go
And that's just something I think you should know
this is my 46th poem, written on 11/12/23. yes all of this did happen !! I had a red mark on my face for like a week or so oml
Sep 2024 · 1.7k
Unlovable
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I cried myself to sleep
Saying nobody would ever love me
If only we could be
I wouldn't have to weep

Then my wish came true
But I should've been careful what I asked for
My love life now isn't a bore
But now, I don't know what to do

I've started talking to a new boy
And I told him I didn't love him
And that only made him act grim
Treating me like a toy

And he asked why I wouldn't date him, because he was so great
And I felt guilty because I had asked for love
I had been embracing my freedom, like a pure dove
But that didn't mean I wouldn't date

I just don't want my happiness to be a lack
But the most you are to me is a brother
And my heart belongs to another
Someone that will never love me back.
this is my 45th poem, written on 11/11/23. sighhh I was so dumb
Sep 2024 · 425
Hallucinations
Emery Feine Sep 2024
A tourist came to visit a church
One that had burnt down and rebuilt anew
Then he heard someone in the street say,
"Besides the design, there's something you should know too!"
"Many visitors have seen images in this church,"
"Scenes from the old place!"
The tourist felt a simmer of excitement
And entered the church at a steady pace
And when he entered, the hallucinations hit
Celebrations and songs from the past
People building the church was first
And the rebuilding after the fire was last
He noticed the masterpieces on the wall
And the wooden pews where people could sit
He saw white marble so enchanting, so dimly lit
And he then saw a sign saying "Do not enter"
And he knew walking in could be a sin
But his curiosity got the best of him
And so he marched right in.
And as he entered the dark room
A new hallucination entered his mind like a liar
He turned to leave, but the door was locked
And he was trapped in with the fire.
this was my 44th poem, written on 11/9/23. I hope this makes sense idrk
Sep 2024 · 587
A Dream About a Genius
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I was in a car in a parking lot with my family
Looking into the window of a car
I saw a girl I knew from afar
Being treated just like a star

But we both had wit, and we both were smart
And I watched her through my calamity
Watched her get paused at the accomplishments we both had happily
Daydreaming if my family could reenact this fantasy

And I can tell her family has the biggest heart
If only mine's opinion on my achievements would just restart
Even if we were the same, she'd be the work of art
But if she's both Yin and Yang, when can I play my part?
this was my 43rd poem, written on 11/6/23
Emery Feine Sep 2024
After a pause of dreaming about you
I thought I had been cured
Until my dream the following night
Oh, the things I saw and heard

Your presence was near to me
You had come to visit here
And I could tell you how sorry I was
And how I hold you so dear

But the moment I went to see you
You were leaving that very date
And I reached out my hand, trying to grab you
But I was a moment too late.
this was my 42nd dream, written on 11/4/23. yes these were based off of actual dreams
Emery Feine Sep 2024
The day you decided to leave
You stopped talking to me
And I had dreams the next two nights
Talking normally, as if we were meant to be

And even though in my dreams
I might've been only talking as your friend
I was perfectly content
Anything so this wouldn't end

So we had our conversations as usual
And it was back to just you and me
And I smiled all the way till I woke
Then back again I drowned in reality.
this was my 41st poem, written on 11/4/23.
Sep 2024 · 659
Untitled
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I thought that we could always fall together
But you told me you wanted to fly
So I watched you realize my hand, float up to the clouds
While I was still falling in the sky
this was my 40th poem, written on 11/3/23.
Sep 2024 · 434
Empty Graves Continued
Emery Feine Sep 2024
She wrote their stories, with every detail
And took all their control away
And she knew what this could never entail
A puppeteer dancing with her puppet's sway

But don't see her as badly
This is just her mind of fiction
And the feeling that nobody could riot against her turned her madly
Which then led to the graves of inscription

And one day she met a boy
And loved him so much, she didn't control him
Until one day he rioted against her, like she was a toy
When she thought she could finally win

And she didn't know what to do, so she just wrote
And added random things for dramatic effect
And it wasn't her trying to gloat
But you can't think after you've wept

And just like all her other characters
She erased him from her mind
She couldn't handle any more pain
Even after she had been so kind
And she thought she knew him so clearly
But turns out, she was blind.
this was my 39th poem, written on 11/2/23.
Emery Feine Sep 2024
When you said we were over
I thought I'd remain as your friend
But you said nothing more
So I knew this had to end

You said it wasn't my fault we broke up
But the next day you removed me from a group chat
And I can't understand why you're gone
But I guess that is that

And I got so angry
I completely removed you from my life
I couldn't bear the pain anymore
So I cut you out of my heart with a knife

But I still felt bad because I'd loved you so
So I told you goodbye
And I had a dream you'd chase after me
But you didn't even reply

I hope I haunt your house, you see me everywhere
You hear me cry as you open the doors
And yes, you're the worst right now, but I still wish you happiness
Because I had once been yours.
this was my 38th poem, written on 10/28/23. this was when the breakup just hit me all at once oml
Sep 2024 · 260
Freedom
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I convinced myself that I would be the one to leave
But it turns out it was him
And I prayed each night that he wouldn't go
But I've never been able to win
What happened to every good morning text you sent?
What happened to asking if I'm okay?
It's so obvious we loved each other
Then what did you mean today?
What happened to me being your favorite person?
What happened to losing sleep for me?
And if you say I did nothing wrong
I'll still believe we were never meant to be
You said there's nothing wrong with me
You just find the situation draining
But I don't wish you to be sad
And don't you think I am paining
I've found a new independence
No longer will I have to hide anymore
And yes, I'll still be sad
But it'll never be able to touch my core
So don't take pity on me
And don't see yourself as dumb
I may not reply as much anymore
But that's because I've found my own freedom
this was my 37th poem, written on 10/27/23. ugh yeah this hurt fr
Sep 2024 · 1.4k
Each Other
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I'll leave you one day. There, I said it.
Or you'll leave me, and you won't regret it.

I love you, but I'm scared to
And I've told you what I've gone through

And you said you weren't going anywhere
But what if I go? How can that be fair?

And no, I'd never want to leave
But what if it meant nothing when I wore my heart on my sleeve?

I've known myself ten years longer than you
So I also know what I might convince myself to do

I cherish every single moment we spend together
And I hope we can smile through all this weather

But I'm so sorry if one day
I'll ghost you like the other
But for now we'll hang on tight
Because the only thing we have is each other
this is my 36th poem, written on 10/26/23... he broke up with me a day after I wrote this lmaoooo
Sep 2024 · 506
Empty Graves
Emery Feine Sep 2024
A cemetery filled with tombstones everywhere
Even though their lives never existed
And she wrote their lives to be a never-ending tragedy
And maybe it would've changed if they coexisted

They went on so many adventures in her mind
Even if it was just to escape reality
And she then began to lose track of time
Lost in her own mentality

She erased their stories as she got older
But never against her they rioted
And no one could ever scold her
Because they had been quieted

But she still grieved when she thought about them
And she cried over their non-existent tombs
And she wondered what they could have become
If she let them live for infinite moons

If you look closely into the late night
You can see a girl holding a rose of fiction
And if you look deeper, you can see she might
Put it on a grave with no inscription
this was my 35th poem, written on 10/26/23. I don't like how this one turned out; it was supposed to be abt daydreams being lost, but the girl just seems like a manipulator idk
Sep 2024 · 396
To My Favorite Person
Emery Feine Sep 2024
we love each other with all our hearts
and who could ask for more?
but when you listed your favorite girls
i was only number four

i'm not mad at you for loving your aunt
and i encourage you to love your mother
but you also put your favorite music artist
before your own lover

and i know i'm overreacting
and fourth isn't even the worst
but it still pains my heart
because on my list, you were first.
this was my 34th poem, written on 10/21/23. my ex asked me to rank my fav guys, and so he was number one, but I was number four when he ranked his fav girls. when I expressed my sadness to him, he said that he meant number four as number one, and his list was backwards. like uhmmmm ok
Sep 2024 · 392
My Savior
Emery Feine Sep 2024
There was a time in my life
Filled with misery and sorrow
But the stories were embarrassing
So I always waited until tomorrow
And I waited alone
For a savior to come
Someone who'd see the knots of youth
And finally make them come undone
But nobody would come
And I was left ignored
So I became loud for attention
Weird, so they wouldn't be bored
Until one day, when revisiting the past
I saw someone totally new
And I had a gut feeling to trust him
But I was scared he would leave me too
But we both loved each other
And I trusted him with all I could see
I said I was scared he'd leave me
But in reality it was me
Then one calm night I decided to tell
About never convincing myself to feel well
About how I was scared I would fail
About my sorrowful childhood tale
And when I said I was scared we'd be apart
He gave me a fragment of his loving heart
this was my 33rd poem, written on 10/15/23. guys you do not need someone to save you, they do not care !! he didn't care !!
Sep 2024 · 606
A Two-Sided Mirror
Emery Feine Sep 2024
Twisting, tingling, spinning water
Rushing past to **** the old man's daughter

Glaring, entrancing, burning fire
Scorching the skin of priest o' sire

Twirling, whirling, spinning air
Leaving man's house behind with only a scare

Crushing, rumbling, shaking earthquake
That is how 782 families had to wake

The screams from the thunder storm
Were heard all throughout town
And that kind woman went to take her children inside
When a lightning strike came crashing down

I had always been so sure
That nothing like that could happen to me
Until one day while on a sandy beach
I saw a tsunami coming from the sea
this is my 32nd poem, written on 10/3/23. it was originally supposed to be abt the beauty of nature and then it turned into this so idrk
Sep 2024 · 234
One Such Bird
Emery Feine Sep 2024
She rustles her feathers, fluttering as she twists and tethers.

Three white dots on her tail, wings with bravery that will never fail.

Perched on a high branch to hide from us below; is she really scared, or is it because it's all she know?

With chirps harmonically right, I wonder if they continue throughout the night

With black, beady eyes she views us all, wondering if it's an illusion when she stands tall

She was little once, like we all were. I wonder how much she's had to endure?

But now she is silent, gone, ran from fear, going anywhere to escape from here.

We humans have given her nothing but a scare. How, I wonder, how can this be fair?
this is my 31st poem, written on 9/29/23. still isn't even gramatically right I hate it so much ***
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