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Emily Coon Oct 2010
Death sweeps in taking its toll.
The asking price? One soul.

Left behind is the emptiness
Falling into the great abyss

Lots of items left behind
Tons of treasures for you to find

Some hold on finding it rough
Others purge all of this stuff

Day by day ups and downs
Sometimes smiles  sometimes frowns

Laughter, crying, emotions low to high
Missing you with days gone by
Anger unleashed, curses fly

Blaming God for your misery
Blinding rage is all you see

Pain and suffering in your wake
Happiness seems so fake

Little reminders everywhere
Memories from here and there

Broken lives tattered and torn
Left alone to weep and morn.
Emily Coon Oct 2010
Through the night I am scary.
The animals live within me,
Stirring and scrambling all throughout me.
I cast shadows here and there,
I howl in the wind.
I am the reason you are frightened.
You scurry at the site of me.


Daylight brings about a change,
The children run to me for protection.
I am a gorgeous site,
I reach high into the sky.
Flowers often grace me drafting sweetly.
I am a symbol of life.


Opposites exist in one,
One as dark as night, the other as bright as day.
Emily Coon Oct 2010
Being Emily is a mighty task.
Inconsistancy never lasts.
Freshness fades, getting old.
Not so greatly bold.
Give it time, you will see,
There isn't much to me.
Emily Coon Oct 2010
All around me seasons change,
yet I am left quite the same.

Restless, hopeful, wanting more,
scratching endlessly at the door.

People come and go,
moving slowly with the flow.

Here am I alone in the sea,
an exile island just for me.
Emily Coon Oct 2010
Comfort, Closeness fading fast, these ties aren't meant to last.
All alone once again, right back where I began.
Back to my cage I run, everything coming undone.
No more adventures to plan, all alone in this barren land.
People come and people go, tumbling down my rabbit hole.
Curious are they who come to play, amongst the great array.
Caught off guard by what they find, I'm left alone with my mind.
Unable to decipher what they saw, feeling greatly appalled.
All the while things change, making me seem quite strange.
Unable to process what I am, people quickly scram.
Far away they flee, left alone with memories.
Emily Coon Oct 2010
Banter flies around the room,
Name calling & shrieks sing their own tune.
Shuffle, shuffle, along we go,
Anxious, unsure, "Oh you ***."
Smack, smack, smack, fighting for that spot.
What a mess, organizantionless.
Only one will declare they have won,
Pounce! and the game is done.
Curses thrown all around.
Shuffle, shuffle, snap, snap, snap.
Final tally and that is that.
Emily Coon Oct 2010
Missing snuggles, missing hugs.

Heart stings pull and tug.

The need for love is strong,

Getting pulled slowly along.

Craving care, that's no longer there.

By yourself, on your own,

feelings come and feelings go.

Sweet nothings no longer said,

lying alone, awake, in bed.

Broken, in shambles, quite a mess,

your heart can't cope with loneliness.
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