The DNA of language
  is Poetry

The DNA of Poetry
  —is love

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Prose and Poetry
  came together

In a marriage of
  infusion

—each wanting from the other
     what they could not bring

—each vowing to the other
    words they longed to sing

Birthing a new music
  of epic proportion

In an infant now timeless
  beyond simple refrain

—with a message for the ages
    wrapped in lyrical rhyme

—in a melody of sages
    defying space and time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

I am part of many groups
Yet, not part of any
Part of the crowd
Yet, free like a bird
Like the neem tree
Rooted
And its branches sway free

I look at my canvas
Painted a perfect porcelain
Highlighted, contoured
The eye lashes are volumized
The eye lids are a perfect shimmer
It doesn't even look like me anymore
And that's how I know
It's perfect.
After a long day of confidence
It's time to clear the canvas
I stare at the acne
The red cheeks
The unnecessary freckles
The skin I was born with
The skin I hide
My canvas is plain

~Emma Rose

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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