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 Jan 2015 Emma
Poetic T
She was the glittering fairy
In the books,
But those who knew
Of the fairy
Tinker Bell,
Told another truth.

For hook was never after Pan
He was to hook a fairy,
Was his plan.

She had them hooked
On Dust,
Each morning
They would snort the glitter,
Then once again
Before dusk.

Those of weak soul
Could not take the toll,
Blood would seep
from there,
Eyes
Ears
& nose.

Feed to the croc
With a clock ticking,
Also addicted to
Lost boy flesh
Glazed,
Glittered,
Eyes,
Of a hunger untold

Peter Pan  
He flew to our world,
Not for
Friendship
Or for fun,
But to replace those fallen
Dismembered,
Hacked,
carved,
All by tinkers wand.
They were
Feed to the croc,
When all were asleep
High on dust
They never did ask,
Where the others had gone.

Enticed by a far away land,
Those who were taken
Never again to see home.
The lost boys
In a far off Land.

Peter her protector,
From the man,
The one with a hook for a hand.
Stories sing a different tune,
For it was tinker bell
Who magically removed
This limb called hand,
To quench its hunger,
Fed it to croc
Now the beast has a
Taste for the man.

No ill does hook hold
Against Pan,
But a sword
Must be put  
Through this child,
Who thinks he is man.

For hook is the only one
Who can rid this land,
Of the twisted dealer
Of dust,
Who wishes
To enslave this land.
 Jan 2015 Emma
Missy Beminio
do you think you have it?
cause I want to hide from you
living in defense
don't try to steal from me

the panic in your voice says
you think you lost it
never mind that
It was never yours to begin with

come into my space
show me what you've done
maybe it's too far gone
I think I feel undone

with the breeze, it crosses by
touched my skin
and touched my thigh
pierced my soul
you caught my eye

sharper grip against the grain
don't live in this vein
never mind the fear
you'll find it all in here
 Jan 2015 Emma
niki robinson
what a beauty it is
a man wont bother to talk to you
apply that makeup and do your hair
you want that man to notice you
you are beautiful
does the man see that
no

you wear too much clothing
you dont wear enough
you shouldnt do it
you are beautiful

youll find one
be yourself
get up and get out
you are beautiful

what a beauty it is
 Jan 2015 Emma
Phosphorimental
I followed a writer
up a prodigious tree
Every leaf I brushed,
his poem.

From the crown
I scanned the pastoral
a poetic landscape in repose,
A resplendent chorus of
Glistening verdant wisdom.

O’ vast vibrato of sibilance
slipping the breaths of
Thalia and Melpomene!
Alight by dusk, I lingered.

Comes the long wind of winter
to undress each tree!
So from my aerie,
through gaunt branches,
I could see…

The low-slung place
where each poem fell
I thought, “here so many,
clothed in so much comedy
and tragedy…
recite their odes
of heaven and hell.”

And down I climbed
and away I walked
Over quiescent leaves
while red and russet
ran from their dendritic veins
Moldering into the palette
of dormant memories.

O’ even now
The sweet scent of decay
Reminds me of Spring
when I will climb again.
From the rot of the roost
to the dust below boots,
by the pen of the winter writer
Spring will come again.
http://www.phosphorimental.com/great-excerpts/i-followed-a-writer-up-a-tree-2/
... it took a deeper winter to bring me back to this poem... I hope you enjoy.
 Jan 2015 Emma
The Tinkerer
Serendipity
A hidden beauty,
If only you look,
then you shall see.
The hidden gift, that you receive.
A beautiful seed, hidden underneath,
To one day grow into a beautiful *tree

Lost in the layers,
Lost in time.
The beauty you unintentionally find,
The beauty that is yours to keep
The beauty, unintended to seek,
The beauty you shall receive..

She is..
*Serendipity
For the girl who doesn't know, but is the one reason for a good man, somewhere out there.
 Jan 2015 Emma
Zay
You stole a piece of my pie
That one hot summer day
The harder I tried to ****** it
You ate it right away

You made fun of my forehead
That one cool afternoon
Your eyes lit up with laughter
I swear, you can be such a goon

You leaned in for a kiss
That one vivid morning
I was surprised to see you
As the kind to be adoring

You spilled out your feelings
That one intense sunset
Our shadows merging into one
An infinite silhouette

You stole a piece of my heart
That one moonlit night
I didn't try to ****** it back
It all seemed just right

I walked away from you
That one frosty day
I left behind a piece of me
And now I've become astray

You stole a piece of my pie
And a piece of my heart
My world has come crashing down
It's tearing me apart
"I loved him...I loved him...I loved him...I still love him."
 Jan 2015 Emma
Gwen Pimentel
sad
but true
I have learned
to live
without
you
 Jan 2015 Emma
Marquis Hardy
Remember me as a time of day in the same way you create an acute awareness of the sun beginning to stream through by the ill protective armor of your window.

As your alarm goes off in the morning remember me in those moments that you wipe the sleep away from your eyes and vaguely remember your dream which was once your most vivid reality.

Remember me like I am three hours past noon and you're reminiscing on the days that once existed when you would be dying to leave the four walls of your adolescent day job.
Remember me like I'm the comfort of your favorite jacket you would throw on to protect yourself from the cold, day in and day out.

Remember me like I'm 4:45 in the morning and you're in your teenage years contemplating if it's still okay for you to wake mom and dad out of their deep sleep just to go along with your love for Christmas morning.
In that time remember me like I'm the peace that surrounded you and the excitement that caused you to lose sleep.

Remember me as I'm seconds short of nine in the evening and you sit by the fire awaiting your favorite TV show.
In that moment remember me as the adventure you anxiously awaited your eyes to meet, and the shadow of the warmth cast around your feet.

Remember me as a time of day through sun up and sun down
whether there or not through time will I arrive by regards of the clock and I'll meet your mind as I stand watch.
Remember Me As a Time of Day is a piece inspired by one of my favorite music groups Explosions in the Sky. Furthermore inspired by someone that no longer exists in my daily life who I hope remembers me fondly as I remember them.
 Jan 2015 Emma
Audrey Maday
10:58 pm
 Jan 2015 Emma
Audrey Maday
You promised me the world,
Then left to go find your own.
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