Emily Welsh: Favorites

Sep 2011 Emily Welsh

Kiara McNeil

People speak of their trips.
Trips of where they will go.
But I speak of music
and all the love it shows.
Music is the Poor Man’s Vacation
The Poverty stricken people’s escape,
No money to put on the table,
Holes in the wall covered with tape.
Music breaks down the boundaries,
It pushes past the farthest of limits.
It gives a hand to the down-trodden,
and shows love to all those who put within it.
Music is the band-aid for your cut.
Music is the chicken soup for your cold.
Music can be the strength for the mentally weak,
No matter what you choose Rap, Pop, or Soul.
Music has been the backbone for many generations,
There was silence before
But Music,
Music is the Poor Man’s Vacation.

Sep 2011 Emily Welsh

there's big in small

Sep 2011 Emily Welsh

CC Moon

there's big in small

i am a tiny spec living on a tiny spec, when you look at the big picture

my life will go by in the blink of an eye, metaphorically speaking

so why does it matter what i choose to do with my time?
so what, if i waste it
so what, if i use it
so what, if i produce another tiny spec to go on in my place

what does any of it matter when i am already so insignificant?

it's funny when you really find your purpose
or even if you think you have

i've gone through my life in many different ways
the only way that throughly makes me happy is being in love

love is everything
love is a tiny spec connecting with another tiny spec

love is special
love is the reason i wake up in the morning

love is big
love gives being tiny substance

love makes even the most insignificant moment of sitting on a bench with our fingers intertwined one of the greatest moments of my tiny existence

thank you universe, thank you earth, thank you gravity for holding me to this rock, thank you stars, thank you insignificance, thank you circumstance and thank you love...

the beatles said "love is all you need"

this tiny spec agrees

Sep 2011 Emily Welsh

Promise

Sep 2011 Emily Welsh

Kathy Myers

Promise

The smell of coffee and black sharpie fill your senses
Dragging yourself out of bed, you wrap the sheet around your naked body
Your head hurts more with every movement, every thought.

The sticky note on the door
written in small, squished, boy-like writing
"I never promised you forever."

Sep 2011 Emily Welsh

Moments In Time

Sep 2011 Emily Welsh

Alexandria

Moments In Time

You are my moonlight
in the night sky
shining high and bright
loving me with so much might.

Your are my sunshine
in the sky above
burning to life
your heavenly love.

Whenever I feel scared
I close my eyes and take
a deep breath.
You are there to save me
no matter what happens next.

When all is blackened
and dark you stand by me,
Your arms embrace me
from the evil that embarks.

Whenever I feel sad
you tell me stories
that make me laugh,
You make all my tears
dry without falling apart.

You are the heartbeats
beating inside me,
Carrying me through
everything life brings.

You are everywhere
I need you to be.
My one and only
friend that never
leaves me alone.

Sep 2011 Emily Welsh

I Don't Remember...

Sep 2011 Emily Welsh

Ashe L Bennett

I Don't Remember...

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

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