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Aug 2021 · 79
100 beats a minute
Emily Raso Aug 2021
what does it all mean when your balancing on a high beam
nothing beneath your feet. A desilt empty street, a black crows moan in the distance, nothing is real in this instance. but I catch the last serotine spark, and find a humorous thought from a flickering light post, a melonic sound from the birds on the ground. I repeat, I repeat, what does it all mean?
Jun 2021 · 102
502 bad gateway
Emily Raso Jun 2021
I am a compass for bad news.
An elevator stuck.
A crack in the pavement.
Staggered noises that pace along broken light fixtures in deep hallways, abandoned house at dawn, Trickles and flickers.
  

What has happened is what’s happening.
Past tense, pre-existing conflict.
Feb 2021 · 162
Inner Mothering
Emily Raso Feb 2021
I can see it through my third eye, reflections from the sunny window.
Inner mothering, is guiding me through. Nature pushes and pulls, this is true. I console the wounds, all knowing keep warm in my arms. I'll rock you back and forth, until you give it a rest. Broken branches, and a fumbling cliff rock, I shall allow you to fall. Displacement wasn't ever at all, which ever you reach, there you shall remain until displaced again.
Jan 2021 · 75
come join us
Emily Raso Jan 2021
Do something exciting, have an uncontrollable laughing fit,
and hope that scenic views distract you from all that is ugly in the world.
Emily Raso Dec 2020
Form your thoughts like disciplined soldiers
Steady pace, arms beside waist.
Bad vibrations, view it from a telescope, beyond flashes of light
Travel to the next destination, formation walking tight
I am commander, shoot your arrows now, time to fight.
Explosive and irritated wounds, it is all happening too soon.
Nov 2020 · 45
Ask anyway
Emily Raso Nov 2020
I am looking for something I cannot find,
So I asked fairies to grant my wish at night.
Replace what is irreplaceable,
my glass is completely full.
To hold a door open, undeserving of life's hard worked earnings.
It always ends up like this,
picked pockets, no sugar crisps.
A drifting paper chasing ' from behind, not again this time.
Going on, moving along, and picking up crumbles from your big plate.
Oct 2020 · 196
The Blue Print
Emily Raso Oct 2020
Heart, blood filled and beating.
Lungs, fresh autumn air.
Inside, I am never reluctant to memorize your fine lines.
I hear a distant ring, slowly getting louder
the sound of you, on a continuous loop,
circling around a wooden wheel with country side view.
I allude to discussing the future you.
Blue eyed, smile lines, and softened skin.
I trace our constellations,
you are a destination within,
I thought I would not need.
I cannot help it, if only I could bury my thoughts deep.
But you’re a sunflower, a succulent, and an oak tree
Flourishing like weeds that grow between cracks in the concrete.
Roots twirl around my feet,
I feel your twigs branch out engulfing every part of me.
But I’ll let you grow along my curves.
You are defining odds. A perfect catastrophe
A pleasant hurricane, and a tsunami of love.
I am an architect who constructed the strongest of walls,
collapse my blue print,
I am ready to fall.
Sep 2020 · 45
Connection
Emily Raso Sep 2020
To look inside is to become mesmerized.
Slip through unprecedented times,
galaxies lie behind draped curtains between your thighs.
I am an astronaut exploring your moon sign.
Hard to identify, your softened side.
I am an explorer, a sea merchant, and a florist.
Braiding twigs and ropes, I battle high winds that approach.
Deep along Saturn's rings, you will find me.
calculating precisely, brisk walking, and climbing the highest altitude shortening the distance between us two.
Eagerly desiring sparks that keep flying from me to you.
We landed between two worlds,
nor the past or future but quite certainly the present.
I am forging you, you are my forest.  
To love you, is to love me.
I adore us.
May 2020 · 61
The Yin is Yang
Emily Raso May 2020
How could I ever forget?

Crawling on the cherry wood floor.
Streaks of light seep into dark rooms.
Brightness wrapped its invisible warmth  around me.
I am safe.

How could I ever forget?

No disguising uncomfortable noises from a far,
Closer and louder as each second goes by.
I am not safe.

How could I ever forget?

A first-time rest on the chest, a reach and touch caress.
I am safe.

How could I ever forget?

Glancing at a turned back, as the streetcar follows its route.
Victim hood begins, infiltrating a once humbled mind.
I am not safe.

But, what if I could.. forget?
Apr 2020 · 58
Within You
Emily Raso Apr 2020
Channeling changes between space and time,
Sip your glass of wine.
King of kingdoms rises with coincidence,
Within reach of your consciousness,
A breast stroke away.
Swiftly embracing the evident incoming roaring wave,
A hay maker strike with pain.
A dodge in the nick of time.
A collapsing heart beat.
A call out in the sky,
Forming clouds pass by.
Another sip of wine.
Mar 2020 · 49
The boiler
Emily Raso Mar 2020
Breaking blood boiling point
spilling over your coffee table.
If I scream from inside will it echo in your shadows.
Crept between the foundations of each wall,
blooming over hand-grenade fights exploding in the corner.
Bask in it all, the sweat forms columns I want to run through but your structures are high.
Break a brick, smash and hit. squeeze hands,
catch a glimpse,
filter the frame.
Paint it black just to start over again.
Aug 2018 · 127
Climb
Emily Raso Aug 2018
I’ve climbed the ladder to graceless heights, on the sheer will of a lonely night.
Sympathize with your heart felt eyes, if a turning of a coin desires, what’s left is an unholy empire. What fumbles on the pavement is nothing but a dream.
If I wanted to be scene I would. Hide your sleeves of feeling for another day, if a heart is broken some would say.
Chime into a cloudy sky, filled stars are waiting to shine.
Jun 2018 · 115
Atomic
Emily Raso Jun 2018
It’s as if you appeared in my view from a spark in a flame.
Turning this world I once knew, deranged. I’ll try to rearrange these fragile pieces together,
as you provide the glue,
sealing it forever.  
Time isn’t time at all when your presence infiltrates mine,
a blast from an atomic bomb couldn’t stand a chance,
with a sharp glance from your eyes. You create a shield for space and time.
Jun 2018 · 161
Comfort clouds
Emily Raso Jun 2018
How is it that sadness within resurrects a calming feel. The grey clouds overlook you. They creep in the moments of joyful solitude, in the midst of the day. Sneaking behind, a shadows view. Nothing is everything, everything is you. Stand on the peak of a distant rock, like a balance beam supports your  changing pull. Back and forth ready to fall, crumbling beneath, down comes unstable walls. I cannot feel what seems to be real. In this vast moment I reach, I grab, I settle with my view. A grey cloud is comforting when it’s what you are used to.
Feb 2018 · 162
The Cure
Emily Raso Feb 2018
I can feel the growing of a new disease.
Crept in the corner,
A dust bunny collecting my failed dreams.
I just want to fill my cup of loneliness with another artificial sweetener.
oh the feeling of Instagram,
the tap of a button and eurpihoa shoots straight through my veins,
Everybody wants somebody to admire their widths and curves, as if validation of someones admiration is the cure.
Jun 2017 · 201
Triggered
Emily Raso Jun 2017
The plane from above passes my bedroom window at the same hour everyday. Memories brew, my thoughts are allude. My phone against my ear, boarding on that plane. You told me you loved me, you'd never feel the same. Soft music plays as the pilot intertwines words about the flight and arrival time. Recalling, falling, drifting on a highway of past words. You cried, and so did I. Then the plane took off, I was in the sky.
Apr 2017 · 191
Untitled
Emily Raso Apr 2017
I see, the complexities of the cities. Street signs, direct you and have no pity. Follow, your heart and always be witty. Do not let harsh societies steal your priorities. Search  for the everlasting gaze of uncertainty, reach in the pockets of mystery and touch the heart of eternity. Life is changing, you are a creation from gold, the hard world, will try to damper your soul. I find a moment, when the sun shines through the trees, and I can't help but smile and drop down to my knees. nothing matters more than this moment. Just breathe.
Mar 2017 · 277
The Last Sunset
Emily Raso Mar 2017
Standing on this concrete step,
looking at the last light that shines from the sun set.
A fleeting feeling, Adapts into inner revealing.
I am letting go,
This moment,
I catch a glimpse,
this moment I repent.

Regret, a word that holds me like you did.
Embarrassment, caresses me.

I must gather the last bright light from the sun.
Memorize its radiation,
Memorize each spark reflecting validation.
I will take it with me, on the road of self discovery.
Feb 2017 · 194
Untitled
Emily Raso Feb 2017
I was designed, with the perfect fragments,
crisp ice in your lemonade.
the bright light shining through your window pane.
I'm the last sip, you're thirsty for more.
The undying gift, forever giving more.
The particles that reside inside, gold flakes.
Heavens sake, the earth quakes.  I am your biggest mistake.
I embody, your body with every breakable bone.
I am made of stone, you are made of dust,
collecting on me, with every slight touch.
May 2015 · 398
Untitled
Emily Raso May 2015
You are good,
That is how you will stay.
The darkest hour will never tick,
It is how we are made.
Hatred stalks regret,
like a hunter and it's prey.
Oct 2013 · 426
Music is our God.
Emily Raso Oct 2013
Waves of sound flow through our veins          
                                                                ­ no more shall we remain.
                   Surrender spirits to the sound,
                                                                ­      time slows down.
Bodies glide,
Let the mind undone.
Brain waves connect mankind.
                                                    All become one.
In this night our anthem is the melodic sound.
                                                          ­                 We’re on a high, we refuse to come down.
Jan 2013 · 500
Hello, can you hear me?
Emily Raso Jan 2013
Each day when I awaken from a slumber,
I receive these feelings inside that I've felt far too many times.
As if I could cry in a second or die in a couple.
I go to sleep, I wake up, I go to sleep, I wake up.
I always wake up.
I wonder what it'd be like to wander deep into my thoughts,
A small figured being walking on the wires of my brain,
Uncovering each thought and decoding it thoroughly.
Maybe if I could become this shrunk down version and sneak in through
my ear I could finally see what's going on up there.
Do I even care,
Who's really there?
Is she nice and kind?
Would she give me time to talk?
Is time a slow ticking clock?
With each tick of the clock reminding my mind that I am still lost.
They say the best poets are both happy and sad,
How is it that you could be both?
Happy in moments but sad in most.
Looking down on life,
Ready to choke.
Dec 2012 · 1.2k
Bedroom Story
Emily Raso Dec 2012
It's enlightening how it ended like this
with the sun kissing our lips,
and how it shines through our fingertips.
The window is our projector, playing
visuals beyond compare, the sun, the breeze
the smell of the Air.
When I lie on this bed frame, I touch your hair
The feeling of bliss, surrounds me, it holds me with care.
when our souls connect, our passion is true
There is no where in this earth I would rather be then lying here next to you.
Nov 2012 · 723
Break Of Dawn
Emily Raso Nov 2012
Left Your house at the break of dawn.
Walked out the door, everyone with sleeping eyes.
In the cold I'd come to realize, at the break of dawn no one tries to glide.
Passers keep passing by, and no one gives a shout or waves goodbye.
The fog admits a gloomy light, just to see if you'd notice your reflection on the street signs.
I keep pacing with both feet on the pavement. Little thoughts reach my mind, only thoughts
and feelings of home-life.

And I've come to realize, at the break of dawn no one tries to glide,
Passers keep passing by, no one gives a shout or waves goodbye.

I always wondered if the houses knew you were alive, with each knock of the door, the bell ignites.
Does it ever wonder if you're a passer by, or someone who once layed inside.
at the break of down in the softness of your sheets, with each girl laid then bagged for release.
I'm just hoping this house remembers me.
It's getting cold and I've got a case of tired feet.

And I've come to realize, at the break of dawn no one tries to glide,
passers keep passing by, no one gives a shout or waves goodbye.

When I let myself in, the steps creak. A near silent welcoming upon my feet.
I'm just happy my house remembered me, giving me warmth, and mending my tired feet.
Sometimes I wish the house could speak. Asking questions,
"Was the walk a defeat? "
"Did the passers by speak? "
"Did those girls get their release?"
"How are your sheets?"
"Do they comfort your curves?"
"Does sadness come in herds?"

And I've come to realize, at the break of dawn no one tries to glide,
passers keep passing by, no one gives a shout or waves goodbye.
Even the house doesn't know if you're alive.
Nov 2012 · 668
Charcoal Fares
Emily Raso Nov 2012
These silences are filled with
All the tortures
                       Of lonely despair.
Taking Apart my mind,                 Clinging To the air.
The walls, They talk,
                                 whispering silent Hymns of charcoal fares.
Nov 2012 · 1.0k
Today, is the Greatest.
Emily Raso Nov 2012
I can see a new day, when I view aspirations for the future,
Now when I awake, I give thanks for the roof over my shoulders.
I used to pray, not to the God you all know.
But to the darkness inside, asking it to please go.
These thoughts in mind, aren't giving me release.
So I set fire to my mind, and realized the true benefit of having peace.
With my Body, My identity, and the person I was destined to be.
I used to sit and wonder how it could possibly be,
A girl with such intelligence ended living life like she was lost in a dream.
I am tired and sick of what I've become to be.
Today, is the Greatest day I have ever known. I will not live for tomorrow, Tomorrow's much to long.
Oct 2012 · 976
If I Owned The World
Emily Raso Oct 2012
If I owned the world, I've give you the sea.
I'd gather all the birds to sing you a melody.
If I owned the world I'd pull down the moon,
just to see the way that it glows off of you.
If I owned the world, I'd move all the mountains
and form colonies of mountain people with mountain trees.
I'd let them know whenever you got sad, so each would
stand on these mountains at hand and shout to the sky
"Dear Robyn, spread your wings and fly".
But when I think real deep, and gather these thoughts in mind.
It's unrealistic to think I could provide you with all of these things.
I could wish from a genie, to let me to decide. How to treat a girl
who descended from the sky. All I have is this pen and paper at hand.
And all of these dreams without a plan. For now I can give you my hand to hold.
And these cold winter bones, and my eyes full of soul. I could give you the clothes
on my body too, and my heart whenever yours caves through.
I'm grateful for the times I have spent with you, I hope and assure there are more to come.
So for now, I will write these words and hope that you see. If I owned the world.. it wouldn't
make a difference if I couldn't have you with me.
Oct 2012 · 1.4k
Young Lovers
Emily Raso Oct 2012
Draw your swords, young lovers.
You have blinded the light,
and now you're both covered in soars.
Listen to these words and grab them to the core.
Young lovers, won't you realize it shouldn't be a chore,
to feel love,  and have someone to adore.
Let your ego down,  send it away on a ship.
Before your heart breaks apart and sails into the abyss.
Young lovers, don't you see?
Moments like these **** your integrity.
Shut your mouths, open your eyes, speak no words, & come to realize.
At the end of the day when tears are shed,
the only person you want to mend your heart is the one who want's you dead.  
Young lovers can't you comprehend.
You're killing your spirit and then laying with it in bed.
Read between each line, and try and find it's soul.
Young lovers, it's taking a toll.
The screams, and cry's do not clear your eyes,
you are blinded, blinded. blinded by your love.
It takes someone else to realize how you can't compromise the way that you each bend.
Oct 2012 · 506
Red Ties and Lies
Emily Raso Oct 2012
Look for the man with a head of destruction and a tie of red.
He speaks on the radio and the television news,
Spreading hate in a country of them versus you.
With the brightest of words and the dimmest of thoughts,
With a smirk in each eye and a mouth full of lies.
Take his words carefully, uncover the truth.
The man with the red tie does not really care for you.
Sep 2012 · 1.2k
Open your ears
Emily Raso Sep 2012
It's kind of disappointing how so many people have never experienced euphoria when listening to a truly powerful song. No I'm not a hipster who thinks I'm better than someone who listens to the radio. I simply wish that others got the chance to listen to music that plays for your soul, not for your ego. In order to establish how good of a song is, think of it in this sense. When you listen, and I mean really listen. The music should carry you, and take you to an unknown land, that unfolds with each sound combining into a melody or beat. If this happens without any sort of drug stimulation then, my god, you have found beautiful music.
Sep 2012 · 680
She
Emily Raso Sep 2012
She
When I look beyond the horizons of another day, I daydream of a time that was sealed away. We set out to become alive, walking on clouds trying to catch the infinite tide.When I gaze towards your face your eyes become undone while each glance you return tells the story  of two creatures who craved the sun. We catch each other before we let out our dark. we take each hint of pain and light it in sparks. I'm dazzled by the way your widths and curves move while frolicking along the garden of passion and truth. Grab my weary hand, I have a lot to show. Focus on the stars, try and comprehend the way that each one glows. But if you ever so happen to stray from the sun I will echo these words in hopes of a face that ignites when you're still  young. "You are beautiful, as beautiful as the sun. You're so wonderful, as wonderful as they come." inhale each letter and exhale your bad luck. Seal these words deep into your blissful heart, and remember the girl who was there from the start. The friend who will always be, even when we part.
Sep 2012 · 706
Sun Hands
Emily Raso Sep 2012
I can't stay with you longer than a day,
My feelings get the best of me, They try and push me away.
Have you ever felt a brick, weighing down your weight?
Like a car crash would be better than taking on another day.
Look in my eyes, They speak words I can't say.
I've got boulders in my chest leaving me dull and grey.
Love is taking my soul, I need to run away.
I am a mirage while the smoke begins to decay.
My body, my health,
I'm straying from the sun.
You got the best of my heart,
I'm on a losing streak,
You won .
Sep 2012 · 698
Nothing in particular
Emily Raso Sep 2012
I feel nothing but something, as if a breeze brushes against your face.
I am odd and in displacement. Little tasks take a lifetime to preform, the biggest of tasks are out of the question. I am nothing, no one, just a name on a tag. I am trapped in this body alone and dead.
it's hard to breathe when you feel so dull. I am a no one, walking aimlessly to who knows where for what reason. Help, I'm alive..., I'm alive, I'm alive, living for the day.
My thoughts consume my being I am no more than a spark of dust in the wind.
Watch me crawl, watch me beg, I am no one, I am nothing, I guess I shouldn't stay.
Aug 2012 · 1.7k
Waves
Emily Raso Aug 2012
She came here crashing inside this hollow chest of mine.
Glided on a wave as if she practiced it another time.
I said young lady, you don't come round here anymore.
She said "I'm the Aussie remember? I've come back for more.
I got sent away, now it seems I'm here to stay.
Take my hand dear, I've got a plan for today."
We watched the waves come crashing against our tired feet,
I told her I've got skeletons they even watch me when I eat.
She said " Dear, you mustn't not forget, at least those weary bones don't lay with you in bed.
I got issues, I got problems, I got war inside this mind of mine,
which is why I came to watch the waves collapse into the tide."

— The End —