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Emma Hill Jan 2017
Black lives matter
Not a war cry, but a plea
An affirmation, united nation
A cry of passion and a
call to action
The coming together
Of "we"
All lives matter--or rather--
White lives matter
When the police say, please
Put the gun down, cease!
As our brothers and sisters lie deceased
In the streets
With their murders captured, viral, shared
Not a human, but a piece of meat

The enemy of the people
The enemies of "we"
Sit high upon their thrones
Dictating laws for you
And me
They tell us we are free
While they force us to our knees
Our enemy is not beside but
The persons above, who reside
"They" "the man" "big brother" "the suits"
Obama, Trump, Clinton--Bernie Sanders, too
United we stand, united "they" fall
And perhaps, on that day, we can say "all"

But for now
Black Lives Matter
To fight is our choice
The power is in the people and
Our collective voice
Stand together, make things better
And hear humanity rejoice
Emma Hill Jan 2017
Burn sage
          Pineapple sage
Read books on massage, potpourri and herbs
And never forget to
        help   one another
        On dishes, on dreams, thoughts in a stream-
ing consciousness consciously
         love   one another
And never forget
Why he came
Emma Hill Jan 2017
Telltale signs of paranoia ***** at the hackles that run from head
(to heart)
down the spine
        drown the mind
Psychotic neurotic autistic artistic
Imagination whirls like wind through the pines and
The hair along my spine
        Is standing
  Dec 2016 Emma Hill
nivek
Angels follow me around all day
how they must sigh relief
when I finally lay down to *sleep
Emma Hill Dec 2016
Let's lie in our bed
Among pillows and threads
Wear your hair on my head, as a crown

Borne of Brautigan's dreams
Rainbow trouts in the stream
Watermelon moonbeams trickle down
  Oct 2016 Emma Hill
Victoria Vitale
What am I; who am I
What am I going to be?
My lipstick stains my coffee cup
As the taste slips between my teeth

I’m walking down some lonesome road
Not sure where I am
The night is late, I feel alive
As my eyes watch the flickering street light.

I pull from my pocket, a piece of bubblegum
And as I start to chew
I stare deeply afar, keep pondering on
What more is there to do?

To my left there is an older diner
For which that I must go
4 minutes past, it was just summer
Now all I see is snow

I sit upon a rooftop
With a cigarette in hand.
My brain consumes of space, big places
And much more on this land

I pull the death stick from my lips
I exhale out the smoke
It’s 3am; I’m happy here
Then, I take another ****

I’m walking down an alley now; I’m
Drunken off this fate
I want to travel, I want to explore
And reconciliate.

This pathway is much longer then I once truly thought
But what I am experiencing, really can’t be bought

A man watches me in the distance
So, I then, stop to stare
I wake up from my dream to realize;
Nothing’s really there

My heart turns cold; my mind goes numb
My body’s in utter shock
So take the key of my dream-filled life
It will never find its lock
Emma Hill Sep 2016
Grey clouds gather plump and perfect above my crown
   A moment of silence held sacred by the birds
   A moment to settle before I am washed away

Rainfall rolls soft and supple from our mother sky
   With gentle thanks do the leaves cup the sweet nectar
   With ancient thirst the soil drinks her in

Dirt darkens wet and washed within our mother earth
   Eyes open and breath rolls slow and low like thunder
   Eyes close and senses gather up her scent

Full flowers sway sweetly beneath a rockabye breeze
   Petals dance gracefully to the beat of each drip drop drop
   Petals lace their fingers together and bow in prayer
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