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 Apr 2014 Emma
Lana Grace
They're all telling you to be strong,
when we're all hurting.
You see, I'm not the type of girl that just accepts sadness,
I'm the type of girl that wants to overcome it.
I want to honor the God who created me,
and try to be brave.

But oh, how hard life can be sometimes.

The expectations they hold,
sometimes it feels like they're asking for perfection.
I try so hard,
oh so hard.
How hard it is to be brave.

Because when the hurt we recieve,
we show it in return.
We've hurt ourselves by hurting others.

What would it be like to be loved by someone in the most perfect way?
We're all so capable of it.
But so many of us have been hurt,
we've forgotten how to be brave.
We've ignored it, and submitted to what every other person has done.
You see, I don't think it's because we don't want to be brave.
I feel like we don't know how to.

We don't know how to make our fake smiles into genuine smiles even on the worst days.
We don't know how to look at a horrible situation and realize how God might be saving us from something even harder.
We can't look at the people who have hurt us  and be able to forgive them.
You see, bravery isn't just an act of heroism.
It's the unimaginable.
The act of love,
Putting others first.
We've forgotten how to be brave.
Let's be brave.
thoughts~
 Mar 2014 Emma
vail joven
midnight
 Mar 2014 Emma
vail joven
ONE:
i miss the
way your
body sinks
into my
mattress
marking your
beauty finitely

TWO:
and I also
miss how
your tired
kisses came
with soft
promises of
forever

THREE:
i wonder
about who
stains your
cheeks now
with red
praise and
scarlet i love yous

THREE&aHALF:
she would
never love you
as much as
i do

FOUR:
and i miss
you so much
i fall asleep
to the monotone
of myself
counting the days
of how long it has
been since
your departure

FIVE:
and to pass
my time
i count the
times you
told me you
loved me
with absent
ghost eyes

SIX:
i'm trying
to live with
the ribs you
broke and
the air
you left

SIX&aHALF:
but how can
i go on
with the bones
you left me?

SEVEN:
i'll keep trying
but it's hard
when my
memories
of you litter
my head like
the dust in
my attic

EIGHT:
and how can i
go on when
you emptied me
and left me
wondering why?

NINE:
i have
watched you
leave over
and over
and my zenith
sadness is
quite enough
to make
a collapsing
supernova feel
shame

TEN:
and sometimes
I blame
love itself for
handing me
right into
your hands

ELEVEN:
but when
it's darkest
please know
that my
moon still
chases after you

ELEVEN&aHALF:
and that
i don't
hate love
for giving
you

MIDNIGHT:
i hate love
for residing
in my heart
infinitely when
it knew you
weren't staying
forever
 Mar 2014 Emma
vail joven
peroxide
 Mar 2014 Emma
vail joven
i memorized
the sight of her
dressed in grey
smelling of peroxide
and sea wind
waking up
and telling me
to crawl back into bed

she would tell me
about oceans
and her love for them

and i love
the sound of her saying
"it fills the depressions
of the earth
and i love you
and you are
my ocean."

there were nights
were she cried
and she never let me in
and she told me not to care

next morning
she'd be smiling
but the circles around her eyes
the lines on her wrist
the redness of her lips
told me that she wasn't okay

she never wanted to talk
about oceans
or her beautiful
smile lines
anymore

and i felt the void
in my chest
when she asked me
"do you still love me?"
with unheeding eyes
and an airy voice

and even when i knew
that the girl i admired
and loved
was drowning
in her own sadness

i told her
"always"
because i did
and i still do
 Mar 2014 Emma
vail joven
a trail of
kisses starting
north on
your eyelids
down your
sullen face

with empty
breaths that
trace my
collarbones
you beg me
to travel
south with
rushed hands
and quick lips

yet i don't
want to rush,
my love

let me
trace my
hands down
the source
of your quivers

let me ****
in the warm
chopped air
you release

allow me
every pleasure
to cherish
the sweetness
of your
pink lips

unleash your
asteroid words
your infinite
galaxies of
nail scratches

in this moment
let me feel
the planets
within you
implode

let me be
the reason,
the epicentre of
your uncontrollable
tremors

release your
stars on me

make a
constellation
in your mind
of the times
i shook
your universe
 Mar 2014 Emma
vail joven
sunshine
 Mar 2014 Emma
vail joven
i am nothing
special
i am a
collection of
shed tears and
fragile bones

and darling,
i have nothing
to offer you
because i
am hollow

but know
that even if
i am empty
i will give
you whatever
i have left
in me

because i
don't just
love you

i want to
touch your
very soul
hold every
crease with
fragile hands

i want to
memorize
the stars
the unending
constellations
that litter
your mind
by name

and i do
not mind
the unnerving
fact that
you darken
my thoughts
because the
truth is
you also
colour my
dreams

and the sun
does not
shine for me

it thinks
i am nothing
but just
another triviality,
a temporary
figure

but it
shines for
you and
only you

it wakes up
just to
see your
glorious face

because darling
you are
perfection and
anyone would
rather live
a second to
see your face
than to
live a millennia
without seeing
you
 Mar 2014 Emma
Anna
Distance
 Mar 2014 Emma
Anna
Last day today
Saying goodbye won't be easy
how much time will I need to sacrifice
to be with you again

tomorrow will be a cold day
and December won't be lovely
without you here by my side
..until we meet again
 Mar 2014 Emma
Pablo Neruda
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
 Mar 2014 Emma
Ady
Deluding tempest
 Mar 2014 Emma
Ady
Let's pretend my tears are warm and my frown is a smile,
let's pretend you never left me, even for a while.
Let's close our eyes at the radiance of vacant dreams,
let's say our lids have not opened but waited for a moment.
Let me pretend I've never been hurt, that lies are but a
shade of white;
we are but history hung from another era in a velvet world
where the victor tells the tale.
Let's pretend this song has not being sung and
that the rhythm of my melody hasn't been plagiarized by
the impostor with a pen and paper.
Let's pretend we are one, under the billow of a mind,
that the sky is the blanket of our sleep and doesn't harbor
but our bodies in the shores of the night tide.
So intoxicated in this lonely night
 Mar 2014 Emma
S Smoothie
the darkness doesn't shine within you.

impossible.
it smothers.

sometimes so delicate and lightly with skilled seduction
it conditions you for its welcome

sometimes forceful and passionately dark,
like the night and fears wrapped into one cloak
it forces you homelike into the darkness
where the peace is only a temporary ruse
manipulation to ready you
for your deathly dangle
again and again.


sometimes it appears helpless
and calls you in with longing and pain-filled eyes.
it prays upon your light
and draws it out of you good-naturedly
and makes you feel needed,
promising to love the light...

but oh, the smothering
is the most cunning of all these things,

learning to breathe with light is not an easy thing,
you must learn wise and sacrifice for together these are
powerful things.

what glitters is the cold
what shines is the soul
what covers is the darkness
what opens is the light

anyone clothed in darkness
is only one thought away from light
and that is that they must deny the power of the dark
as it is no match for the holy light.

a soul is not permitted to stay too long in one or the other,
that's why the sun and the moon were made

and each disappear behind a shroud, here and there
to make you understand how it is
that love and hate go around,
for one must contrast the other
each as capable but none is sustainable.


so thus measure your darkness
with the balance of light
and enjoy the strength
you gain in the fight

may you endeavour in the end
to not let the other win
then may your soul take flight,
a higher journey is always a touch away
ever just in sight.
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