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I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
 Jan 2022 emma jane
Ell R
You stare blankly at the ceiling
Unwilling to rise
Everyone has abandoned you
No respite from the silence
Your heart in shards
Like the vase you dropped
Last autumn
—some things shatter—


A buzz emits from beside you
Messages of a different variety
You have been abandoned by all, but one
Hello, you have not forsaken me
The shards of heart, mend
Form a kintsugi heart
Love flowers in the cracks
—some things bloom—

@toopragmaticbookworm
Written for day 1 of @angelealowes poetry prompts: some things shatter, some things bloom
 May 2017 emma jane
ct lokey
Sun-burnt arms hanging carelessly again
out the car window,
fingers tapping to the music of bending trees,
the smell of freshly laid tire tracks indicate
the rush hour race is on.

My eyes speeding through the scenery around
me,
I am a poor audience.

Lively grass and vibrant flowers shout out
with a fresh burst of new colors, pleading to
grab my attention.
But the only color I see is 'GO'----
The time will come to finally stop,
not for the sake of traffic, but for a last chance
to open my eyes to this generous gift;
hopefully before I reach the end of
my
narrow road.
Do not give up , if you lonely call me and I shall be your friend.
If you are hurting message me and let me know so I can pray for you.
If you are desperate for a change in your life , right now friend.
Then get on your knees and cry out to the one that shall save you.
If you need healing cry out to our Savior he shall hear you.
Then he shall heal you of what you need healing from now.
For he is the same one that has given sight to those that were blind.
If you need to feel love , he shall lover you I love you too.
I love you with the unconditional love that comes from Christ.
my number is 240-520-4894.
I try to shelter you broken bird within my palms,
but I cannot heal you.

I try to heal your broken heart before it turns to ice,
but my heart forever burns you.
 Aug 2016 emma jane
Ruzica Matic
my brittle bones
are cramped now
slinky and snug
like a clinging dress
ill-fitting
but too pretty
not to wear
your footprints
suspended in the empty
echoes of the city on your trail

my hand holding your hand
a perfumed secret
sprouting whispers
which bite
like thorns
and jagged bones

our souls
two hummingbirds
in frightful flight
with wings fast
terrified
ready to ignite
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