emily wiemann

emily wiemann Jun 2012

Just the light brush of your fingertips
right in the morning light
was all I needed to know
that it was just the right time
just the time to smile
cuddling closer into you
so very warm and sweet
after a long night's dreams
That was all that was done
just a light brushing of your fingers
so simple and so freeing all in one
the pleasant caress of your fingers against my skin
made me happy to know i was wanted again
you would pull me in close
my head on your chest
then only to resume dreaming
we would continue our rest
how i will miss these moments
with you so close by
you were so understanding
i never thought you one to lie
then it was over like a fleeting dream
a dream that ended like a nightmarish fiend
you were so unique to me
everything you did just right
you will never understand how you touched me
with you fingertips in the morning light

emily wiemann Jun 2012

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I've gone adrift into the mist
of waiting for some logic
there isn't really a question
but a hollow sound in my heart
poor thing, has been pulled to pieces too many times
shattered on the floor
being glued or taped or welded together
has only slowly made it easier to break
maybe it just needs strong hands
that will hold it carefully
hopefully those hands exist before my heart turns black
I know that I might find them
somewhere in this world they might be there
searching for this very sad heart to hold
warm large hands that will make it less hallow again
no longer will it beat dully
springing to life in a bright cheerful pulse
Just please please be careful
if I give you my heart, and you dont want it
dont drop it to the ground...just slowly hand it back

emily wiemann Jun 2012

Why

Why, why is there no one for me?
Maybe there is no one who wants a me.
Time keeps marching right along,
I was almost sure that someone would be there
to sing my song.
Someone who marched to the same beat
Atleast one who could understand me in my sleep
I thought that there would be a person just out of the blue
Who was there and would yell
"I completely understand you!"
so many times I thought oh maybe it will be this time
Yet, each time I was wrong.
Why,
Why is it all my friends have someone to sing with
I'm still here just humming along...
Wanting so badly someone to hold my hand
Why, dear love
are you so elusive to my poor heart
Just keep beating me up...
I got up everytime at the start
Now, I just don't know if I can stand it anymore
Time isn't being very kind to me
I'm not sure I really believe all the fairytale dreams
Because I am alone
I dont mind it, I stay busy, very self entertained
Though on those days that are hard
those nights when its just so quiet
I wish there was someone who i could snuggle into
Just quietly calling them home.....
I don't mind not having kids, to me that isnt the point
I could have a dog and a nice house to live.
Im very determined and love to travel
I just have a heart that seems to come unravelled
Especially when you leave it all frazzled
Why, dear love why am I a one not a two
Could you possibly explain to me the meaning of this timing
I'm just lonely...I'm human you know
I cannot survive on just pity and sympathy
for being an old maid in infancy
Please love
Please hear my meager words
I don't like this loneliness, it tends to hurt
So love, dear love...resolve this for me...
Or else I'll resolve to become involved in the existence of
love....then I will no longer cry myself to sleep because a broken why
has hurt my heart once again.

emily wiemann Jun 2012

You

You, with your booming laugh and smooth hands
Tricked me so tenderly
into believing that there would be some love story
something for the ages
every standard I had you blew away so easily
all you did was take my hand
while helping me get out of the water
there are so many things that couldve been
I saw them there in you
every time you pressed your lips to mine
my mind scrambled almost coming unglued
it was you
like some old sinatra song
you held me just right
balancing and comforting me on those summer nights
its over now
there is no more us
just you and me
separated like we ought to be
the timing wasn't right
maybe in some other place
in some other life
you will lift my hands up one more time
kissing me goodnight
I just wish you couldve stayed
becoming the person to complete the couple
that i so dearly yearn for
I was almost sure that it was
you

emily wiemann Jun 2012

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Pushed quietly along
Towards the end of the hall
That which awaits I no longer know
I thought to find a quick and keen end
Yet know the path twists again
Seems I am here now
No longer ridiculous
At least in most senses
Yet young none the less
Please hold back and wait
Realize there is always some odd
It cant be helped
Seems to seep in and take control
Giggling the whole while
The wild comes to grab my heart
Swallowed by the flames
Though there is no understanding
No known reason this happens
Just a sudden time a quick glance
Then the hallway it ends
All that is there is another turn
Another path to choose from
Never to find the end of the search
Fighting against all the push and pull
So many different ways
What about the direction i wish to go
Is it so hard to understand
All this noise clouds the truth
No longer am I able to see right
I cannot find the way i wanted to go
Though everyone's voices rattle in my brain
All the possible directions to choose from
Which one is it that I wanted
What card is it that i wished to pull for myself
Disregarding my ideals I rashly turn down the next path
Unsure of what I've done
Or the path I've decided upon
If only there was a sign to light my way
Something that i wanted to end with
A common goal perhaps
Though now like the youth my age
I wander
Aimless
In a world I couldve had on a spoon

emily wiemann Dec 2011

Say Merry Christmas and stuff it

SCREAM!!!
You vicious continent!
Your ignorant words spill from the left and right
Even spoiling the mouths of artist
Poets, Musicians, and the Philosophic scholars
None of them can escape your Ignorant DownFall
LET THEM HAVE IT
I cannot stand to hear their lazy words
SUCH APATHY!!!
None have a care
Idly slipping by in the world
allowing all the excesses and luxuries to be theirs
YET!
the people die slowly, the weak the weary and the poor
Not knowing anything better they lay soundlessly in poverty's grasp
with the dirt, the bugs and the maimed dreams of the delirious
IT MUST BE NICE!
To look down from such a perch
from a lofty view, contented and happy
with the ability for such apathy
the means to never pursue change
WAR!
is that how your politics thrive!?
The mind numbing cold life that embodies such an action
the merciless killing of people young an old only because they are seen as an enemy!!!
YET YOU SIT
high and mighty in your cardboard cut out buildings
sipping the faux ideals from a electronic box!
in hopes of what!!! salvation!!!!
may you drown in your own coffee!
For the First scholars of this new world
once called the americas
believed in the idea that life was not founded on vanity and sloth
Yet they amazed at the adventure to be had
the outdoors were celebrated and discovered
though we have destroyed so much of what we had
we are now entrapped in the technological
forging some ugly grotesque ideal that is all metal and never organic
skew your minds for a second only to see the reality
shake your head in the tormented way that our materials will fail us
for the idea will get out
MONEY PEOPLE ALWAYS SEE SOME ******* PROFIT!!!
what happened to just expression instead of cashing in
LET IT GO!!!
because to hold on to the apathy
to hold on to the material
will just make it more obvious
in how we have faltered
in how we will fail.

emily wiemann Aug 2011

onward

Forward, with the beat of a heart
a thumping beat
a rhythm to dance to
move an joyously celebrate
unique...but not like a snowflake
thru those beings that hear the same beat
we find out who we could possibly be
what can become of our one tune rhythm
Move onward in your life
see the colors swirl together with sound
seasons shift, the beat forever changing
some chords, notes...voices stay forever
others come and go
yet they remain a light echo in life
and imprint of sound
your own beat changing with time
smoothing, fluidly finding itself
becoming completely you
joining in the symphony
that is this orchestra of life
Move! Dance brightly
Dont let yourself fade or burnout
effect the sounds around you
with a shimmy and shake
allow life to surround you
in what becomes your life long beat
the continuous expression
of what you were and what you always will be