Emily Pidduck: Favorites

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Francie Lynch

I brought a poem
Into a room
Of well-to-dos.
They went to
North American schools.
They looked at it
For
A middle-class clue.

It's a poem, I said.

... and I know it.
...and violets are blue.
Said someone who
Said she knew
A poem or two.

To my dismay
And loss of face,
They'd never heard
Of Keats or Yeats,
But everyone knew
Of Dr. Seuss.

I will write a rhyming verse
About a dog or cat or simple mouse.

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Lighter Side of a Box of Matches

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Reece

Lighter Side of a Box of Matches

The promise of life
spread over Sumerian scroll
surprise prose of the soul
like when the stream of water bursts through trickling riverbanks and turns to behemoth gushings of clear and conscious life paralleled only by man-made train tracks through these green pastures and serene hereafters

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

prayers to you (10w)

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Lilith Reid Brown

prayers to you (10w)

please forgive me when I find someone new to hold

#10w

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Pyro

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Emma

Pyro

Loving him was like
lighting a candle
I was a pyromaniac
addicted to the sight
of seeing him burn with passion
of smelling his splendor
I was lost in love with the victim
of my lethal affections

Him.

#love #fire #pain #him #burn #couple #pyromaniac

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

I search

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Emma

I search

I search the corners of this town
I search the eyes of the gentlemen
I search like a lost little girl
searches for her mother
with anguish, with fear
Fear of finding you in another's arms
Fear of finding you with another mouth
Even so, I hold onto the hope
of finding you whole
because all I've been able to find
scraps of you
I found your eyes
while star gazing in the dark Amazon
I found your smile
Near the bright, blue coasts of Brazil
I felt the soft touch of your fingers
while the wind played with my hair
in the middle of Los Angeles
I have not lost you forever
at least that's what I keep telling myself
And I continue traveling
with the hopes of joining the pieces
to form the puzzle that you are

I left my heart in your hands some time ago
and as I left I tried to take it back and it shattered in two
One side I took and the other stuck with you

I hope that you as well are looking for the other half

Translated my own poem "Te Busco". English doesn't capture the true meaning in this piece but I hope it's easier to read now that it is in English.

#pain #world #lost #romance #him #you #couple #travel

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Supernovas

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Emma

Supernovas

I looked at you
as if you had put the stars in the sky
You noticed me, too
I was your complex galaxy
The moon looked down on us two
and was saddened by the tragedy
We were supernovas
shining brightest after our end

But our beauty didn't make up for the explosion that shattered me.

Accept the reality of the pain.

#love #pain #relationship #stars #galaxy #universe #couple #supernova

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Even in death, passionate love find fulfilment

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

K Balachandran

Even in death, passionate love find fulfilment

Killing all reasoning at once, he fell in love with a distant star
to merge with him,by any means, she too started a suicidal fall,
as they swung,in space, light years raced alarmingly between them
their hope eternal( tragic, thought others) became,the light they are.

what makes the spirit survive, even when everything seems dark

#love #passion #hope #unreason #tragiclove

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

bitter

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Luna Lynn

bitter

a taste upon the tongue
of unlikely understanding
as the rage boils through and through
until it cannot be suppressed

drowning deep in standing water
we lose our feet to sink below
into a seeping whole of nothingness
buried beyond the depths of our chest

uncanny to the news of reality
shedding layers of our skin
while replacing madness with sadness
and we dare not protest

but a moment in time is all it takes
to determine what the taste shall be
holding on to pride and hateful creed
yet letting go of all the rest

(C) Maxwell 2015

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

blankets

Jan 2015 Emily Pidduck

Redshift

blankets

i remember being scared that my father would discover i cut myself.
i remember the day that he did.
trying to cram the screaming baby into his highchair dad saw the mark on my arm and i told him
it was from a marker
he demanded to see it again
and so dad found out that sometimes praying isn't enough.

i don't remember being afraid that dad would find out about the things moose did to me
...i guess i can't say that
i guess i have to say the things we did together
(but i will always lay the blame at his feet
for beginning things
that first night.)
even now, i am not afraid
even now when i truly believe that dad knows what happened
even now when dad gently pats me before he goes up to bed
and says don't forget
to
repent
i am not afraid.
i am ashamed.