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Emma Jenny Jul 2014
This is me merging from one to another,
my body still stuck in the life that I wondered.
My legs running fast, so my heart wants to follow,
searching for the volume to fill an empty hollow.
This is me merging.
Intentions unclear,
unable to distinguish my excitement from fear.
Long live the dreamer, abide with me forever.
Don't let simple pleasures pull away my endeavors.
Expectations seems flawless, like a taste of rich meringue,
but I'll try not forget the old songs I once sang.
And even if my legs do beat out my body,
and run straight towards something so folly,
I'll always take heart to the things I once knew,
and every once in a while I'll come straight back to you.
This is me merging.
One step closer.
One look back.
Emma Jenny Jun 2014
The last song of Love to form on my lips
was a whisper into your perfect little ear

Your momma loves you, darling
your momma loves you

Then, I watched them take my sweet Ephraim away
your father, little one
he was your daddy
they dragged him along
across that ****** bridge
with a sword stuck into his spine
like a fork in his body

Oh, the bodies!
the stench if the carcasses
like rotting, decomposing swine
an aroma of death
roosting like ***** in the heat

then as I crouch screaming
God, No!
Who will protect my son?
my love, he was the only one
who could keep you safe from the dangers
of this perverted country

You, darling.
are my child I carried for nine months inside,
then that day you held tight 
to my back
clutching my spine

screaming

and screaming.
I could have tried to protect you too, child
I should have ran
and I would have kept on running

with you in my arms, darling
I should have held you close and taunt
clutched under my *****
I should have fought

Oh, my beautiful treasured son
my little baby boy
you stole my heart from the
moment I saw your almond eyes
from the first time I touched your coffee-toned skin

I want you back!
I want to hear you laugh again
you cry again
I want you back
I need you still, child

still child

Oh, that is how I saw you
as they ripped you off my back
and smashed your head upon the ground
You lied there
mouth open
still breathing
I knelt over you, darling
praying for you, child

Please, stay
Please don't let them take you away

You
lying still
too still
oh, my baby
my only son!

I cannot get over the pain that I feel
I cannot forgive
Its been years
Its been trails
and arguments of crime
My world is surreal because
over and over
I dream of
you
you, darling

And I want you to come back to me
So I can whisper in your ear

Your momma loves you, my sweet, sweet, child
your momma loves you
a realistic account of the horrors of the Rwandan Genocide
Emma Jenny May 2014
Between the crosses
Row on row
John McRae

For the greater good
That's what they say

One day
For another
To succeed

One man
For another
To proceed

Oh the sorrow  
the devastation
Shots like hailstones
no tomorrow

Jubilee screams
Celebration

But the men they cry
in Depredation

Long Live Our Nation.
Emma Jenny Apr 2014
From a place I have never been
lies one lonley stranger
who creeps
waiting for dusk to find darkness again
He feeds on helpless souls
whos blood
shed for nothing
now runs through the veins
of the wicked
stripping them of their innocence
pushing
lies
down the throats of the fringed
altering their leisurely mindset
that now settles amongst the forfeit
Emma Jenny Apr 2014
Some days I dance with the river
reminiscing with the nostalgic nuances
of my youthful days.

My life
like a frozen cascade.
The ice building
Forming
Shaping a more complex creation with every deeper
and deeper layer of alluring complication.

Each harmonious memory
fabricating my essence
like a branch of a weeping willow
I am Strong
Free
yet sinking down
softly kissing the soil
causing me to remember why I weep.

My mind each time I ponder
like a tottering feather
I drift
Envisioning.
Pretending I can prophecy
my own story
yet each moment etching a small
excerpt of broken history
onto my heart.

And its all strangely serene.
Remarkably comforting
to solemnly
confront yourself
with the intricacy

Of what used to be.

Of what is now.

Of what is to come.
Emma Jenny Apr 2014
Whatever happened to warm summer nights?
Crisp moons?
Vacant chairs in a room full of distant memories?
My inspiration comes at dusk.
When only the soft can hear me.
When I sit alone on the rooftop,
Screaming.
Save me from my innovations!
Cherish my recollections!
Ins't there any way?
Any propose?
Any reasoning?
What ever happened to the gatherings?
Where the glasses were filled with drunken, eager souls,
Impatient for a footloose renaissance glee.
Why cant every eve be a clever throng of people
Just waiting to drown their sorrows in a salted lake of jubilee?
Whatever happened to simple summer nights?
Whatever happened to love?
#summer nights
Emma Jenny Apr 2014
Some of them got scared
when the realization set in
That there was
In fact
No explanation
But then that
of what is within
Everything
In fact
that is the final
Explanation
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