You are a mountain I can't climb on,
You are the one thing that I can't have
Simply because you don't exist .
But I see you in my imagination
I can't resist .
What should I do now?
I'm lonely , what can't you see?
I'm scared ,
I want to leave , I'm unprepared .
I see everyone have someone , when is my turn ?
You are a mountain I can't climb on ,
Simply because you don't exist .

Stay calm.
Stay calm.
Stay calm.

Stay pink.
Pink is calm.
Calm is peaceful and useful.

To stay calm,
Look at someting calm.
Or pink.

Or pink.
Look at something calm,
To stay calm.

Calm is peaceful and useful.
Pink is calm.
Stay pink.

Stay calm.
Stay calm.
Stay calm.

burnett's in the bloodstream now,
his cheap strawberry liquor
cheapening my strawberry kisses by
increasing supply in the absence of
appreciable increase in demand;
Economics 101, taught by the
professor in the tweed jacket
with the leather elbows.
you say you want to
practice black magic, and I'm
so down; god you're so hot.
I just want you to kiss my back and
cast a spell on me,
but you've already done the
latter, and you will
never do the first.

The scent of death
lingers for years
in a place

lodges in the soil
rots
and slowly compresses

composting down
deep down
in dirt

earth turns
seasons pass
time and space and silence

until the coiling roots
draw back again
and all that grows

from baby's tears
to blood red poppies
oaks and elms

bear testimony
to the forgotten
dead.

© M.L.Emmett

~~~


would someone
PLEASE
just cut me off at the
KNEES!

~~~

it's indian summer here
but nobody told my
knee joints


(c) soulsurvivor

“Pretty”
You start telling us so young
Not even letting us take time to smell
To sniff of the world we’re in
Before you pull it from our fingertips
Leaving us with “Pretty”
Making us weaker than we really are
Just by saying “Pretty”
Making the poor girl smiling, feel lesser
Making her want or even need to be more
Making her uncomfortable in her own skin
Too uncomfortable to breath
To let out the air
In fear of looking fat
Because you said “Pretty”
But you don’t see it
You don’t see the damage that you’ve done
You won’t see it
Because you don’t take the time to look
Deeper than her flawless skin
Deeper than her penciled-on brows
Deeper than her plastic nose
Deeper than her silicone filled chest
And deep into her heart
Her mind
And her soul
To see that her smile is fake
And it’s only there because you said “Pretty”
When she was so young
Not letting her have the time to smell
To sniff the world she was in
Before you pulled it from her fingertips
Just leaving her with “Pretty”

Broken crayons still write but broken dreams remain shattered.