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  Oct 2014 Emma
Emma Pickwick
Don't ask me how we met,
I'll just say "god's will"
It was 2 pm and you were drunk,
And I had just taken a handful of pills.

The coffee shop was empty besides faces I couldn't see,
When you stumbled a little more closely and melted into me.

I think I ordered something,
But we were tired and left,
You fell asleep in my lap,
While I listened to your breath.

The wind moved slowly and picked up the leaves,
Licking sugar off the spoon of love and full moon eve's.

There was a song on the radio that reminded me of your head,
All the madness running inside it,
Too much madness to ever be dead.

I think we got home okay
because we're on our fifty fourth date,
And I'm making my baby a pie,
To celebrate the time we met and managed not to die.
  Oct 2014 Emma
mark john junor
she talked to me with a sunset of sorrows in her face
tried to reassure but to no avail
she just needed to hear someone care
and you really cant blame
hard enough to find a hand to hold
in these cold days

she kicked open the door
and erupted out into the cool night air
with loud proclamation of innocence
but the few took notice
hard enough to find a clean slate to start over with
gotta make do with rewriting your own dark history's
put a few smiley faces in there for good measure
aint nobody keepin' score

she leaned back
in the passenger seat waiting to see where
desperation was gonna take her
so she pushes the apprentice of shadows
who was waiting for a loose maiden to rescue
for an escape from the dullness of the day
cause its hard enough to find distraction in your own head
from the long road and tricky questions
so she will latch onto his madness for a while
cause its better than being alone
  Oct 2014 Emma
Argentina Rose
You may not have been birthed in the soil,
and granted,
you will not blossom
when spring melts winters wake
but inside of you
grows a thousand gardens
full of exploding stars.
You are of the earth
and your ashes
have been constructed with stardust,
and set free with the wind.
So you may not have a pretty face,
and your body may hold stories
of too many moonless nights alone.
But if you reach inside,
you will find a forest
for a ribcage
and a restless ocean heart.
So don't ever let anyone tell you
you are nothing.
You are a galaxy
holding a million different planets,
and my dear,
that is not nothing.
Emma Oct 2014
Perhaps one day
someone will come along
who doesn't reek of
false promises and
broken hearts
Someone with hands
gentle enough to
hold the tears
but strong enough to
fight the sobs
Perhaps there is someone
who's eyes are bright enough
to see through
the dark corners of my soul
Someone with lips wise enough
to know when to speak
and when silence is a loud enough answer
Perhaps there they are out there
or perhaps that someone
is simply in me
To the boy who knows how to love me.
Emma Oct 2014
Te busco en las esquinas del pueblo
Te busco en los ojos de los caballeros  
Te busco como una niƱa perdida
busca a su madre
Con angustia, con miedo
Miedo a encontrarte entre otros brazos
Miedo de hallarte con otra boca
Pero aun asi tengo esperanzas
de encontrarte entero
porque de poder encontrar pedazos tuyos
eso si pude hacer
Encontre tus ojos mientras miraba el cielo estrellado
una noche oscura en el Beni
Halle tu sonrisa por ahi en el mar
azul de Brasil
Senti el rozo de tus dedos
Mientras el viento jugaba con mi pelo
en pleno Los Angeles
No te he perdido para siempre
Eso me sigo diciendo
Y sigo viajando porque
te sigo buscando con esperanzas
de poder juntar todos los pedazos tuyos
y que formen el rompe cabezas
mas bien rompe corazones y mentes y almas
y que finalmente te pueda nuevamente ver

Deje mi corazon en tus manos hace mucho tiempo
y al irme, me lo quise llevar
termino en dos pedazos
yo con una mitad y tu con la otra
espero que al igual que yo estes buscando la otra mitad
Me gusto mas cuando me veo con tus ojos.
  Oct 2014 Emma
Amanda In Scarlet
Take a soft tipped brush
Dip, and trace my nakedness;
Viscous dripping rainbow streams
Clothe me here within our dreams.
Swirl my curves
With satin pink,
Let your brush flutter and sink
lower, purples, red and blue,
I'm a canvas here for you.
Paint me scarlet, paint me gold,
Paint some words
italic, bold
Stop when you begin to weep
A masterpiece, for us to keep.
An old one of mine, a favourite.
Emma Oct 2014
I will not apologize for
the person I have become
So what if I still don't know
how to correctly hold chop sticks?
What's wrong with the fact
that I fall asleep to slam poetry
instead of some boy band?
Is it so awful that I eat cereal as my dinner?
Or is it a crime that every time I see a plane
I wish I could be on it?
I'm not sorry any of those.

But most of all
I will not apologize
for never learning to love in halves
and giving you my soul
whole-heartedly
To someone who may never read me.
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