Emily Mary

Emily Mary Nov 2013

i need you when im stressed, or just bored
you seep deep into my lungs

your nicotine leaves me craving you more and more everyday
how many of you do I need to be satisfied?

one, two, three, even four?

your smoke burns the back of my throat like fire burning wood
menthol, light or just plain
you're all great.

with your dizzy head rushes teasing me
lasting only a minute

*This poem is a play off Kendall's "Ode to a porta *****" and the trending poem "Cigarettes"*

Emily Mary Oct 2013

My Story like Poem

I run through the lanky corridor; the essence of death is close behind
my black eyeliner is running down my cheeks, I wipe my face; it smudges
someone-no something is grasping my arm
I'm not afraid anymore, in a trans I turn towards the tall mysterious figures
dark eyes, long face, a cruel expression dispersed on its face
blood drips from my eyes as I go crashing to the cold wet floor
stabbing pains run along my back with ever spine chilling crack
blood pours while my mother cries, the face disappears and I die.

Emily Mary Oct 2013

Dreams

Dreams,
symphonies of sounds, and arrangements of metaphoric surrealism
the hibernation of ones mysterious thoughts and deepest actions
a psychedelic wonderland of white rabbits frolicking down holes, a time warp of madmen
the thought of being chased by dark shadows in the mind of monsters that hide under the foot of the bed.

Dreams,
a stew of emotions boiling and biting at our ankles, a *** of acid-spiked visions so unclear
a world where billows of color mix and mutate
the tall man chasing us young children through scenes of disruption and everything within us as mortal beings
where buddhist pray and the sun shines, leaping over peace pigmented hills, filled with hysteria and delirium
the dreams that have left me uneasy and the dreams that leave me wanting more

Emily Mary Oct 2013

Hell

Fiery and hot
the burning sensation of flames tingle my body
as I fall down from Earth.

I am falling

into a lonely abyss of demons and Pagans
gnawing on one anothers flesh, trying to grasp the taste of virtue.
The taste that never existed, the taste they crave.

the demonic apparitions haunt me while I fall

reaching, and seizing for my soul.

I am falling, and I'm going to hell.

Emily Mary Sep 2013

`Living like were Dying`

Inhale the THC, blow out smoke
Get a rush then **** brain cells.

Do it again.

Grind with;
Party with;
Sleep with;
Boys.

Do it again.

Experience new things, new things like:
Drugs, feelings, and life.
Feel the chemicals and flavors working away at your tastebuds
Gently gliding into your lungs through the thick smoke, through you nasal cavity, or in through a needle.

Should I be safe?
Nah.

Why should I?
No point.

Get your friends, and grab a guy do crazy things till the day you die.

Emily Mary Sep 2013

Nanu

It's a disease
Manipulative and painful
Traveling through the veins of innocent people
Wandering through the genes of many
Its cancer.

I look at the shelf where I keep your pictures, figurines, and such
I think of the red wine made with your soft Sicilian touch
Sitting under the grape vines, reminiscing great times,I read the poem that you left for us to read and it tells me not to weep

Emily Mary May 2013

Anxiety

Resistant breathing, and salt and pepper vision.

Ascetic feelings, and sweltering skin.

It's the feeling like everyones watching
It's the feeling like you are alone.

Scars fading, I need more. I need more.

Shrieking and screeching and squealing and squawking.

Cuffing and clobbering and clouting and clipping.

Suffocating like a bag over my face, like I was being immersed into the cavernous ponds.

Ponds that sit lazily, and frogs that croak loudly.