Emma: Favorites

Dec 2013 Emma

outside-in

Dec 2013 Emma

Morgan

too many mornings i laid in your bed,
pretending to sleep, with your sheets
pulled up over my head
because i was afraid of what
you'd think if you saw my
naked face

and too many afternoons
i held my arms crossed
over my rib cage
hoping no one would see
how stupid i could be,
thinking if i drained the blood
from my veins or spilled
my guts into the sink,
maybe i'd start to shrink

and too many nights i cried
in the bathroom with all of my
clothes on, in front of the shower,
because i was afraid to feel my thighs
touch under the water

i spent too many hours
forcing my collar bones
out of my chest,
never stopping to notice
my life as it fell
away from me
with the rest

Dec 2013 Emma

track 12

Dec 2013 Emma

Morgan

track 12

i regret keeping my eyes closed
every time you kissed me
and i regret falling asleep first
in your bedroom
i regret looking out the window
while you were driving
and i regret skipping songs
on your mixed tape
i regret the time i spent
tracing any line that
wasn't on your body
i regret every time
i laid my head on a pillow
when your chest was available
*but most of all
i regret the time it took
for me to learn that
even the things that
make you feel infinite
can't possibly last forever

Dec 2013 Emma

Legs

Dec 2013 Emma

Marshall CB Hiatt

Legs

The woman had legs.
The room gasped when she entered.
The woman had hair.
Red curls past her shoulder.
Lips, eyes, and skin too.
The woman had assets.

But she was not mine, nor any others.

Jesus Christ her body...

But I have my priorities straight.
Tonight was perfect.

Dec 2013 Emma

two fingers in your throat

Dec 2013 Emma

Farah Hizoune

******* in your throat

If you'd just tell me that
you're happy I could leave you be
But you've revealed to me
your consistent sadness
You've let me see
the dark parts that I love
My lips are sore from
repeating the same words to you
My heart burns as if
I haven't expressed it well enough
I would love all thyn flaws forever
I would let you bury thynself in my soul
You could put your sadness there
and I could keep it cold
So many questions
I am ok without answers
for they may hurt worse
than ignorance

Dec 2013 Emma

Please Stay!

Dec 2013 Emma

Annilda Esterhuysen

Please Stay!

How did you manage to open up my closed-up heart? Did you not notice the big bold red "SOLD" sign bolstered to the door?

Or did you perhaps slip in through one of the windows?

And why did you simply ignore the contents thereof? Did fate lead you to the empty little room at the back? Away from the clutter and noise that my life has stored?

That is my favourite room, you know. My little "getaway". Little did I know that on that day "getting away" meant running straight into your arms.

I resisted at first, of course . . The familiarity of the room was replaced by your presence. . . by the unexpected familiarity of you . . .

And day by day I would return to that haven, and still, you were there, waiting.. until you became such a part of my daily routine that I stopped resisting and started looking forward to my stolen moments of "solitude".

I can hardly remember the days without you in it . . and that room would seem awfully empty and lonely without you.

Please stay!

Dec 2013 Emma

Undone

Dec 2013 Emma

Disaster Child

Undone

You say “gross” but I see yum
Even when you feel undone
You will never be tasteless to me
My dear, you add so much flavor you see,
Sugar and spice, those things can be nice
But you are more, nothing else will suffice
After tasting your infectious personality
Nothing else tastes of such quality
You glowing, vibrant, radiant heart
What better place to start?
Adds flavor, and color to my life too
I hope you know, I hope you see it true
Your lovely eyes that sparkle and gleam
So pretty, nothing ever as nice will be seen
Your little nose, cuter than any button
[ignore this line, nothing rhymes with button]
Your gently mouth; your lush lips
That joyful smile, when the corner tips
Just slightly up, stretching, reaching
All this to say, my dear sweet Darling,
Even when you feel it to be
You say “gross” but I see yum
Even when you feel undone

this is really bad, but all i've got.

Dec 2013 Emma

Pretending to be strong

Dec 2013 Emma

Tayla

Pretending to be strong

As I lay in the bedroom,
My own personal confinement'
in which I oh so willingly created for myself,
I feel myself on fire,
My hands shaking out of utter frustration,
fighting every tear welling up in my eyes with all that I have left of my sense of mind,
But for what reason?
to be strong,
to reassure myself,
I ask myself what use is it to be strong if your utterly alone,
With no one to care weather your strong or not,
So I let go,
but just for a moment,
I allow myself to remember the pain,
the memories I locked away,
hoping someday they would cease to exist,
The troubling feelings that twist my heart and bring me to my knee's
letting out slow puffs of breath I calm my emotions,
wipe the water from my eye's ,
clear the tortured expression that once lay on my face,
I leave the moment and enter back into the world I made myself believe in,
I pretend to be strong.

Dec 2013 Emma

ghosts are real.

Dec 2013 Emma

Angela Mary Pope

ghosts are real.

you are no one
darling i'm lost
you are the only one that has my back
and you are no one

I hear the echoes of all the laughter of these times i forgot to enjoy
in every half-step between breath and anxiousness.
I know you will remember that i loved you all until it hurt
and that helps to alleviate the guilt of making it my aim to miss.

I can't help felt, i crash standing up
between the spaces of my grace and shamelessness
I have left up to my haphazard luck
and you are no one

a howl in the night maybe
you are a ghost
that only whispers in my ear
when i've lost all sense of self-control

and i've become no one
you know I know you did it
darling i'm drunk
and i know you know i'll just forget it

because we are no one

#drunk #alcohol #abuse #lost #shame #one #no #ghosts #shameless

Dec 2013 Emma

to the artist

Dec 2013 Emma

Ghenwa

to the artist

i like artists
artists of all kinds
artists of words
artists of colour
artists of thoughts
they're the civilisation
they're the world
they're the visionaries
the children
the lovers
the hearts of gold
an artist is the one with the voice
the radiance of the sun
the summer in your eyes
the lover in disguise
the hurt in the dark
the tears and the smiles
an artist hides deep down
the one who lives in pain and shame
they say artists will never survive
i say artists are the reason we're still alive

this is a poem dedicated to every single artist there is out there

Dec 2013 Emma

everything is gone

Dec 2013 Emma

apathy

everything is gone

who am I?
what happened to me?
what happened to the little girl that used to be so happy?

its gone
its all gone
my happiness
hope
everything is gone
i'll never see the old me again