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Emm Dec 2018
Let there be lightings, thunders, and fire when we meet
So that we can see our faces clearly
So I can see your every scar, and you can see mine
So that we are used to each other's voices
and fire
and heat
Let the grounds be wet with the pouring rain of tears that follows
so that the soil would be damp enough for the flowers to grow upon,
and fertile enough,
for the seeds and our communion, fruits of thoughts
Thereupon, let me choose to stay, or sail away
But with the thought that we know we can weather future storms,
or for the clear skies that follows,
or any other weathers we couldn't fathom.
Emm Oct 2018

Floating, head's up, afloat
one with mud
grass and whatnot
Didn't even notice the smell
No thing makes my skin crawl
What's to come? My mind draws a blank
In my mind, racing, tracing along the bank

Noticing, not feeling
Seeing, not watching
Under the gentle sun evening

This hour,
over biscuits and tea families gather

My heart has sunk, somewhere
somewhere... drown in this dark water
muddled, and riddled
cold... cool cold water...

Small hands grabbing strong strands,
feet in sunk in pulling sands


Let this be my habitat...
until everything lays flat
Until my heart...
restarted to the start
...
Emm Oct 2018
and my universe is just crumbly
Built on top of shaky ground,
burning under a different scorching sun
It's not your fault
it has fallen apart
There, right before you came,
for whatever reason I cannot tame
So these tears mean nothing,
go pass by, just passing...
Whatever Fate wants me to learn
she's cruel enough not to give any hint
I'm a good nurse by the N-th shot,
so... I'll be alright,
I promise you that...
Emm Aug 2018
finding fake joy in little lies
finding fake self worth in some shoes
new branded item
no one looks up on you for them
just wait 'til the mud tear them down
tell me who what do you see when you look into the mirror
is it someone you like?
is it someone you wanted to be?
the kid in you says hi to me
asking you to grow up so that he can too
to face the real world
like a real man should
armed with ammunition
that is real self-confidence
stemming firmly on the ground of wisdom
not fake accessories and marketing gimmicks
clink another glass
because that's how you face your problems
pout another story
for your non-existent friends to tell
inflated self image inflated ego
who you gonna fool with your little bell
Emm Aug 2018
We're all as lost in rust and frost
and don't say otherwise
because if you don't feel the same
maybe your time is yet to come

But worry not you're in good companies
if only us would all share stories
if only us all would admit and accept
dancing along with no regret

Hanging out with the wrong crowd
just to feel that I belong
every night a different crowd
trying to play along,
but nothing seems right
only to stick out like a sore thumb
the sounds of the crowd muffled drowned by my own thoughts
non-existent cheers to the genuine me
muddy grounds and misty rain
fake laughters masking the emptiness inside
laughing only to play along

Someday maybe I'll get back to me
Someday maybe you'd find the old you
what your future tells, I can't say for sure,
but for now let's just pour us another
Swim along, I won't let you sink
you can hold my hand for support
and I'll hug you 'til you feel better
Emm Jun 2018
Small hands with its deep small palm lines
Watching you grow
Inside out
Small hands as in the womb they first folded
Small hopes, small fists
I watched you grew up, you watched me grew

Small hands, layers of fat
Lines perfectly aligned, perfectly etched
When the soul inside felt too big for the body
When the soul inside wanted to break free
When the soul inside wanted to cover the whole world in its palms
Within the small hands,
that's what the soul inside thought

Small hands fine wrinkles
Find solace in moistures
In the midsts of convoluting mist of daily life

You watched me grew up, when did you grew up?
Small hands,
'til you find another ones to hold,
going through every single wrinkle fold...
I'll hold you up
Emm Apr 2018
I've exhausted all methods of wasting time
swollen whole by ethos gone by
My heart has grown cold of waiting
snubbed, with overgrown shrubs
It has forgotten the warm embraces
the birds chirping
that a new love can bring
it has forgotten how to love, the exictements
as with sorrow it exits from every broken commitment
Can old memories be retrieved?
Once the right key keeper appears
Finder's keeper, I'd concur
I grew tired of wishing,
and I've mastered the art of walking alone
So I'd keep on treading as I trod
I would need no one's hand to hold,
but my own
Getting over with all the yearning,
now just laughing with what the world brings
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