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Emma Sims Feb 2020
Lights wax and wane in my peripheral vision
Their lunar glow reflecting on my naked skin
So with my open arms, our kisses flow tensely
But alas I don’t know how to truly let you in
Emma Sims Oct 2019
I am the roughest small diamond,
        Unset.
    Still loose amongst the shale;
Waiting for that skilled Jeweller
        To polish me,
                 To cut me,
                          To wrap me,
        in gold;
    And sell my soul,
To the hand that holds me,
        and moulds me,
For the rest of their life.
Attempting to be a bit more positive about myself
Emma Sims Jun 2019
I’m enjoying the day as it lives, and it breathes,
And I’ll enjoy the night as it whispers in sleep.
Let the air fill my lungs as I dance, and I laugh,
Let the sun hug my skin as I hug the grass.
As cool dark descends, and silence blows in,
My laughter will fade to a thin twilight grin.
Whether sunrise or sunset, serenity
My very own scarlet reverie
Making peace with the world
Emma Sims Jun 2019
For Sale, a soul
24 years old
Battered and bruised
Not new, quite used
For spares and repairs
Highest bid: prayers

Sold as seen,
Don’t return to Sender
I’m a bit broken
Emma Sims Jan 2019
She’s not good for you, I cry;
Or rather my brains do, not I.
These feelings are a facade inside;
And yet my silver tongue, it hides
In the bed of lies it made,
In the bed of lust I crave,
In the bed I lie, amazed,
At how my heart beats, and pushes
Against the wall of constraint, it rushes
Against my own spirit, it crushes;
But she’s no good for you, I say
“Alone” for yet another day.
In lust with a dangerous girl
Emma Sims Sep 2018
And for you, my heart swells like a new moon,
It beats like the sun at 1 o’clock in the afternoon.
And my blood rushes, gushes, like a warm winter shower;
My eyes gleaming, like a dewy spring flower
Feeling a little lovesick
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