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Emma Sims Feb 2015
Death is like a butterfly,
Soft and fluttery,
Watch it fly.
Knocking on the window pane,
Never to be seen again.
Emma Sims Jan 2015
Soft hair, gentle eyes
Sly tongue, little lies
She is a woman.

Curved ***, glowing skin
Cruel heart, wicked grin
She is a woman.

Fair gaze, dainty gait
Frank manner, careless trait
She is a woman.

The deduction why she doesn't love me?
An obvious reason that we can all see
She isn't being rude,
*I am a woman too.
Emma Sims Jan 2015
Steaming coffee freshly brewed,
Extra sugar to lift the mood.
Revision playlist on repeat,
Typing, writing to the beat.
Sleep becomes a dream,
Whiled away in memory,
Not imminent it would seem,
Leaves my mind empty.
I will stay wide awake.
I don't have time for a break.
It's so late, I should be in bed, curse you exams!
Emma Sims Jan 2015
Rhythmic pulsing,
Volume turned up high,
Words don't matter,
Focus on the beat,
Hear it synchronise,
Feel it beat with your heart,
Close your eyes,
Become inert,
Breathe.
Emma Sims Jan 2015
Sea settling,
Birds flying,
Air whistling,
Storm coming.

People leaving,
Raindrops falling,
Clouds gathering,
Storm coming.

Sun hiding,
Wind howling,
Waves thrashing,
Storm coming.

Lightning striking,
Dogs cowering,
Thunder rumbling,
Storm coming.

Tree's creaking,
Lighthouse flashing,
Ships crashing,
Storm coming.

Rocks falling,
Fear heightening,
Rage frightening,
Storm coming.

River flooding,
Forest flattening,
Landscape changing,
*Storm coming.
Wrote it at school a while ago, still one of my favourites.
Emma Sims Jan 2015
Deafness isn't easy to describe,
Hard as it is, for you I will try.
Maybe I'll start with how it feels,
knowing it's my Achilles Heel.
A lead balloon wedged in my inner ear,
The argument that I couldn't hear.
I knew it couldn't be fixed, there's no logical reason.
The silence remains, completely unbeaten.
Mind, it didn't stop me from trying, I gave it my best shot.
I gave it my all, all that I'd got.
I failed. Predictable.
I floundered. Imbecile.
Resigning myself to a world of silence is the toughest thing I've done.
Without telling people they just assume I'm dumb.
I'll never hear the crickets chirping,
Or my Rabbits purring.
My imagination can only do so much for me,
You can't imagine a colour that you can't see.

— The End —