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Emma Azura Jan 2014
the grinding routine weathers on your adventurous heart
sit and wait
wait for the right moment to follow your childhood dream
wait until the skin around your plump lips becomes withered and concealed with miniscule lines
don't make your move until upon your beige walls your college degree sits
until the child you kept in your body for months is well grown
wait until the right moment
wait until you're ready
tick tock tick tock
Emma Azura Jan 2014
every time I close my eyes
I picture your pulsing veins
your overly exposed pupils
they stare at my soul
if you ever left where you hide
maybe your shaky hands
and your cigarette stained mouth
could find comfort in living
outside the hell hole called the Harvies
Emma Azura Jan 2014
I feel no guilt for what I've done
or rather who

and I do not take your **** shaming lightly

my body is a temple and I treat it with respect
gifting it with pleasure and health
all things of nature

the frightened will tell you that all kinds of evil will fall
upon your mind
upon your soul
upon your body
if you share it with another

if you do not let the government have a part
in who you love or do not

how can something so undeniably natural have so many opposers?
punishment, banishment
spend your eternity in purgatory
for your lustful sins
all for having the bravery to let another touch more than your soul
without a judge vesting his power
to bring you holy matrimony

**** your societal confines
Emma Azura Dec 2013
years are passing and people are leaving
going on to do bigger and better things
but each time the snow falls
and the lights shine
I feel emptier without them
Emma Azura Dec 2013
In need of adventure
instead in my room, I sit
kept in this dreadful town
by promises
by bridges about to crumble
but nonetheless, bridges I do not want to burn

I need a different time zone or area code
the 604 ain't doing it no more

new days overflowing with challenge await
I can feel it on every freckle
Emma Azura Dec 2013
day to day
I can forget your face
it is out of my control though
when my eyes close and you appear
in my dreams your face is beautiful and soft
fresh and inviting
in my dreams I want to kiss you
and I do
and in my dreams I remember why I wanted you
but day to day is not the same as it once was
I'm sorry I dream of you
my subconscious can't remember
I hate the thought of you
Emma Azura Dec 2013
the snow is a reminder of how cold you were last winter
icy

subsequently,
compassion is a common courtesy
of which you considerably lack

you will rue the day you bit your tongue instead of tasting mine
and repent the hours I lost carving your memory into my skin
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