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Emily Jan 2019
I want to sit on your lap
And whisper
Words of appreciation
In your ear,
Like this...
I’d tell you I’m grateful
For you, being right here, right now
I’d say I’m impressed
With all the ways you know how.
I’d praise your hard work,
Your passion and ambition;
I’d thank you sincerely
For cleaning up the kitchen.
I’d tell you I can’t get enough
Of the way you smell
And that the father you are
Is **** as hell.
I’d share how safe I am
When you hold me close
I’d say of everyone,
You “get me” the most.
I’d count my lucky stars
That you put me first
I’d admire how you respect me
At my best and my worst.
Straddled on your lap
I’d tell you how amazing you feel
As you appreciate me back
Deep and real.
Emily Jan 2019
One of the things
I love most
About the northbound train
Is the art
That gives life
To the tracks.
While the river bends,
Cities light up,
Buildings crumble,
The graffiti, it speaks;
It says I’m not allowed,
But I belong.
While the factories smoke,
Churches point upward,
Lotto billboard pops,
The graffiti, it shouts;
It says I take risks
To be heard.
While the bridges arch,
Traffic stands still,
Telephone lines wrap,
The graffiti, it raps;
It’s says what may be dark
Is also colorful.
While the junkyard piles up,
No trespassing signs warn,
Comedy shows advertised,
The graffiti, it weeps;
It says time will heal,
But I will not forget you.
I am merely passing through
This fine cultural gallery
Generations felt worth painting.
Appreciating the pretty concrete,
Imagining the stories
Of lovers, fighters and punks
Still begging to be expressed.
Wondering what bold message
I would moss spray
If I got off at the next station
To tag what’s in my heart.
Another one from my train ride today.  I think I need need a spray can.
Emily Jan 2019
Only the mind
Is more reflective
Than the warm sunlight
Bouncing off the fresh snow
Out of the ***** window
Of a fast train
On a long journey.
I love riding the train especially this time of year.  Gives me a chance to think. There may be such a think as a “quiet car” but hardly a quiet mind.
Emily Dec 2018
The tide, it rolls
Back and forth
Refreshing and playful
Teasing the senses
But, Love can’t stay close to the shore
For the water is too shallow
When the timing is right
Abandon insecurities in the sand
And jump through rough waves
To arrive where the water
Rises to the beat of your heart
And Souls can dance in the deep

@letemflow
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