Emily Krol: Favorites

Sep 2011 Emily Krol

Ethan Robison

Broken glass of a window pane;
Broken home and a widow's pain.
Tears hang off a foreclosure notice;
The ones who are left hurt the most, ever noticed?

Easiest way is the one seen before;
Today her daughter will only be four.
Her daughter's aunt will raise her sure;
She heads for the cold forsaken shore.

Jagged rocks and gulls pass by;
On the cliffs, her last good bye.
One step, her love she longs to see;
Her limp body soon claimed by the sea.

Jul 2011 Emily Krol

Faithful to the Phone

Jul 2011 Emily Krol

Shanna Howse

Faithful to the Phone

It’s messed me up too much
Since you left
And ran far away

Whenever you call
I’ll always answer
To keep you alive in me

I’ll wait by the telephone
And won’t make plans
Just to hear the sound of your voice

Those memories made
In the shortest amount of time
Are scattered and dismissed

I’ve seen everything
The man you’ve become
All the stupid **** you’ve done

Sitting on the curb
Watching you pacing
With a cigarette in hand

At your worst, at your best,
I took you into my heart
Every way you were

And when you return
It’s like I never loved you
Ridiculous how much life changes, huh?

Jul 2011 Emily Krol

Clouds Roll like Tides Do

Jul 2011 Emily Krol

Lauren Katherine White

Clouds Roll like Tides Do

You are nothing to me but rainfall.
I roll you off my shoulders.
Dry you out of my hair.

You are nothing to me but snowfall.
I shovel you off my walk ways.
Keep you out and keep warm.

We were nothing but a change in weather.
People change as seasons do.

But still I can't stop the tides from rising.
I can't stop myself from falling.
You are nothing until clouds roll in, again.

Jul 2011 Emily Krol

Little Child

Jul 2011 Emily Krol

Allison Wright

Little Child

Are you breathing?
Do you live as I live now?
Are you thinking as I thought
so long ago?

Are you worried?
Do you wonder where you are
why you are
for whom you’re made?

Does it justify the games we play
the hearts we break
the love we take
to hear the sound of the unknown?

Little child, have you found a home
in a world I was never meant to know?

'Cause I'm aching for this hallowed day
when the sainted sinners see His face
but I cannot call for saving grace
with my only thought

your absent name

Jul 2011 Emily Krol

Think about the hurt

Jul 2011 Emily Krol

Alexa Sz

Think about the hurt

Think about the hurt in the peoples eyes
Negativity is pulling hope from their grasps
The cane that supported them is breaking
Hatred is swallowing their heart

Think about the hurt in the child's mind
Learning the ways of reality young
Holding onto what shouldn't be
Being changed into what isn't needed

Think about the hurt in the elders soul
Knowing the difference between worse and worsening
Trying to believe in their grandchild's well being
Praying for the light to spread

Think about the hurt in my words
Words that don't want to be written
But have to be shared
My wish is for these words to be unthinkable someday

I just think about the hurt
and realize
this world needs hope

Jun 2011 Emily Krol

Untitled 2

Jun 2011 Emily Krol

Shanna Howse

Untitled 2

As if it was more romantic saying goodbye at the beach,
Rather than in the alleyway where we used to meet,
Then we must be mistaken,
For wherever the atmosphere surrounding these words
Doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Granting all the wonderful memories that will never bid farewell,
Felt so much more like a burden than a release,
When will this pain ever cease and disappear?
They will live on in these deserted streets
And float away in the night sky forever.

Those two words seem so plain and tiny
We could’ve wrote a novel to leave this where it ended
Making time tick on and on and on
So that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t ever need to end,
And we wouldn’t walk away.

June 7, 2011 © Shanna Howse

Though in a completely happy point in my life, I was listening to a dark playlist and I needed to throw something on here, so here it is.

May 2011 Emily Krol

When the wind blows, we dance

May 2011 Emily Krol

Roseanna H

When the wind blows, we dance

Thousands of people,
walk in silence.
Some with candles,
flowers.
Some with sadness,
on their backs.
All slowly heading,
in the same,
and right direction.
To the south,
they say.
Carrying on slowly,
peacefully.
The moonlight,
whispers.
And the stars,
dance.
Until finally,
eventually,
They reach it.
Content,
satisfied,
the people sing,
softly into the night.
So as the Owls say hello,
they wake up to the light.

May 2011 Emily Krol

Beautiful Dancer

May 2011 Emily Krol

Josh Buller

Beautiful Dancer

Beautiful dancer
So graceful so precice
You move like the water of a river
Deliberate and determined

Beautiful dancer
With your spins and your twirls
A love so passionate
It shows in your work

Beautiful dancer
Creating art
In the form of movement
And elegant grace

Beautiful dancer
How much you care
You master your feet
And build an art for all to admire