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 Dec 2015 Emma Kate
Emma Pickwick
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 Dec 2015 Emma Kate
Emma Pickwick
22
It was May and I was drunk,
The rain pouring heavily from the heavens,
And the birthday balloons that once hung around the tent were now all gone,
The early morning hours setting in.

I sat under the porch light for a few moments letting a man I had only met a few hours before light my cigarette and tell me about religion until I drifted into a lawn chair and let the skies drench me.

He was saying something about me looking like Lana Del Rey,
And finding his way out of a five year prison sentence,
How we can be both good and bad at the same time, but urge to be bad is sometimes hard to control.

And he was right, so I listened.


"You should come back over here, you're going to get sick sitting out there that soaking wet."
"Am I really that wet?"

I didn't even notice.

He grabbed my hands and held them tightly for a few moments before kissing my mouth.
Still holding me tightly, he swung us back into the rain,
Dancing slow and soft,
Like I imagined at a 1950's prom.

To the rain on the wood porch,
To the rhythm of soft shared breaths.

But dancing turns into desire,
No matter how sweet it is.
I was ****** against the side of the house and kissed deeply,
And I was happy.

He took off his shirt,
Which was followed by mine,
And broke my favorite bra in a fit of passion,
Until we were both naked in the rain,
Laughing.

He took moments to tell me how beautiful I was,
How intelligently I spoke,
How rare I was,

All while the others slept.

I think I fell in love with that one a little bit.
I want to be lost in you
I want to hike every crevice
Explore every pore
Shake hands with every freckle
And slide down your hair
I want to backpack your lips
They are so soft, like I'm floating on daisies
Rock climb up your legs
And jog down your arms
I always thought wanderlust had to do with places
But you made me realize
I could have wanderlust for people too
I could just up and leave
Leave everything behind

Move to a new place
Place with new horizons

Find adventure and joy in small things
Things that fulfill my desire

I've gotten the travel bug

Oh wanderlust
5/2/15
 Sep 2015 Emma Kate
Colleen Mary
i could sit here and tell you I'm a different person from this time last year, you probably won't believe me.
i've grown and these days have changed me more than i could explain.
almost feel at ease now more so than before but waiting on edge for life to takeoff at the same time. i observe that the fragments of blue, red, and white fire have no problem taking off and flying across the sky. hate to say that I'm still waiting for my shot in life for things to start firing up and explode in color. things still feel black and white most days but i don't care anymore.  i feel haunted by this time last year, yet excited for another year to pass.
 Aug 2015 Emma Kate
brooke
write me a letter when
you get to Portland, about
the coast and graying ocean
how the fog doesn't burn off
till late morning, your walks
with God in the forest, you
had a revelation at Voodoo
Donuts in front of the gloss
and icing, this is where
the wax melted off in
broad daylight, you
found yourself amidst
strawberries and cream,
orange nectar and peach


Write me a letter when
you get to Portland, tell
me how much you love
it--the greens and grays
and barely-there-blues
off in the distance in
mellow hues


write me when you get there
and leave the letter in the sun
let your evening tea hold the
corners and ring your coffee
between the lines, let me know
when you get to Portland
let me know
let me know
let me know, love.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015
 Aug 2015 Emma Kate
brooke
20.
 Aug 2015 Emma Kate
brooke
20.
there is not
much to being
twenty, you
spend months
still calling yourself
nineteen in attempts
to get a firm grasp
on reality.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Aug 2015 Emma Kate
Colleen Mary
i have climbed endless mountains
all the while wanting you to show me
someone else would be willing to do
the same for me. foolish me for still clinging onto the thought of us. one day i hope you don't distance yourself so much and wake up and accept the love i know you deserve.
i no longer care to give you the love you deserve because you seem to have given up on me. foolish you for waiting for me at the other side of the mountain because traveling uphill i learned going back to your arms would be way more of a downhill battle than I could ever handle.
I was inspired to write this piece by a recent getaway to the great smoky mountains. Hope you enjoy **
 Jul 2015 Emma Kate
Colleen Mary
that's it - time to kiss another year of my youth good bye.
kissing up and goodbye have been the norm in life as I know it so far.
it doesn't make coherent sense to me that my teenage years are gone.
teenage chapter of my life has ended,
and I have yet to experience much.
I had no teenage lovers or anything close for that matter.
no heart has ever yearned to beat next to mine.
no thoughts have been flooded with me.
no lips have thirsted for more of my kisses.
I've managed to carry on anyway,
yet my heart is bitter.
despite it all, as I turn 20,
I'm trying to not allow the heaviness of my heart to weigh me down.
20--my heart is fragile.
Please be careful.
I'm as ready for you as I will be.
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