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270 · May 2015
Untitled
Emma May 2015
no matter what i do, what i say
it's, it's never quite enough.
I stood up for you, made my self look stupid defending you
I tried helping you, I got you help
rubbed your back when you were upset
made you laugh when you were *******
reminded you of the light at the end of the tunnel
were there for you when you needed a friend
kept you from losing another friend
and all i get is sass, attitude, a look that could ****
you talk to someone for a week
and she is queen of the hill
268 · Mar 2014
(Can't think of a name)
Emma Mar 2014
it's thrill of almost falling
but, not quite on the edge
of looking down and, your heart, it skips a beat
it's the fear, making your heart race
it's the scare factor ,at an all time high
and it makes you feel...alive
if you have a suggestion of what to name it please tell me!
268 · Mar 2014
Sitting in the rain
Emma Mar 2014
I sit here in the rain
in puddles of my own tears
it's been years, 17 to be exact
since i saw you last
I can hear what what I think is your voice,
here in the rain
it washes away the pain
maybe it's my mind playing tricks,
but I think i can hear your laugh
sitting here in the rain
the mud is thick
so here I will sit
till it washes the pain away
267 · Feb 2014
The few
Emma Feb 2014
The daily despise for many
Morning delight for a few
The few who see the truth,
the worth, the value

the old-hearted
trapped in youth
the thirsty for knowledge
the ones who need to know
the natural born sleuths
the scientist
the ones who ask why

these are the few
who see dingy halls
and see success
this mind set puts them above the rest
these are the few
who see the truth
264 · Sep 2016
PT
Emma Sep 2016
PT
The next exercise of the day will be......

A mind game, is what they should say
A game where you push
And push, push ups and push yourself

A game where mind over matter
Is no longer a saying, its prayer

A game where in your mind, you remind
Yourself its all for the greater good

A game where "i wish i could"
Becomes i can and will

A game where pain is welcome in your legs
Because you love it there, you put it there

A game where you push so hard
Your vision is blurry and so are your limits

The next exercise of the day will be
Pushing the limit
264 · Nov 2017
drug
Emma Nov 2017
I never understood love being a drug
but i get it, i know you are no good
that everytime i get high
I know, I know i should
say no and tell you good bye
but you mean well
my friends watch in worry
as I bleed by heart out for you
I watch and i wait
wondering if i fell for your bait
if i'm just a pretty face
I give and give and all you do is take
I won't be mad, not one who hates
so i come back, and back, and back again
to your toxic love of more than a friend
263 · Sep 2016
Scars
Emma Sep 2016
Some things,
Are so engraved in you
You carve them into your skin
260 · Feb 2015
Reasons
Emma Feb 2015
why would you tell me to do something
when you don't even know why?
If we don't know why
aren't we lying?
Living like know
when we don't know a thing?
Lying bye exclusion of real reasons

when growing up
we are told to do everything
with a reason
and when we ask why

no reason is given
258 · May 2014
glass
Emma May 2014
There's something about the way you talk
the way you turn and look at me
like I'm made of glass
Careful not to let me fall
break into a million pieces
but glass is strong
and so am I
but you don't always see it
because glass isn't as clear as we think
253 · Mar 2014
Thinking or Thought
Emma Mar 2014
I can sit here for hours
and think about thought
the phenomenon that takes place in the minds of ours
and by sitting for hours
I've got a part figured out
*If you are thinking about the act of thinking,
are you think about thinking,
or thinking about thought?
put your opinion below
243 · Aug 2014
the Past coming back
Emma Aug 2014
I must be confused
because I never thought I'd see you again
I gave up long ago, I've let it go
and here you are
the past has caught up
because your here, standing right in front of me
and I see it in your eyes that you recognize me
but your not quite sure how, why
How could you not remember?
the Saturday swims, Trampoline tricks
Friday night Family movie
the long Tuesday nights a the studio?
How could you not remember?
we called ourselves sisters
242 · Apr 2016
Untitled
Emma Apr 2016
you always come back
but the timings never right
but maybe this time it is
but i'm torn
between certainty and spontaneity
my mind says don't hurt him
my mind says stop
my mind makes me feel guilty
but my hearts torn in two
because i care for him so much
but im sure its always been you
for four years i looked longing at the unattainable
and now that you are attainable i don't know what to do
I always said what if
but never thought it through
230 · Jul 2016
Untitled
Emma Jul 2016
It was always so obvious
That our act Was never an act
But the materialization of desire

Everyone knew, but we were blind
Too scared we would mess up
Too scared the other was out of reach
Too scared of denial

When in reality the other was feeling it too
The urge to say i love you and mean it
The urge to grab the other at lowest point
pull them up to be the skyscraper they are
The way we always saw eachother

We always yearned to hold one another
Empty space between our arms
Filled with people of lesser affection
Until we could no longer deny the truth
The urge to hold hands and say i love you
Too strong to fight. false affecions
started to smothered our light

So we let go of what we thought we knew
And reached for the unknown
An unknown Truth of i love you
228 · Jan 2017
Twisted
Emma Jan 2017
He once manipulated me
Twisted and turned me
Like an indian burn
Little did id know id take my turn
I didn't want to hurt you
But hurt is all I've known
But you hurt me too
You lied and hid
I did what he did to me to you
You say to not be mad
Not to beat myself up
But seeing you hurt makes me sad
We had a chance but we ****** it up
Because all i knew was hurt
And all you knew was lies
And even when we laid side by side
Our views were twisted
208 · Sep 2014
Untitled
Emma Sep 2014
I can be tired too
I am in fact human
I do indeed feel sleepiness
I do indeed feel sorrow
but why dwell on sorrow if we are not promised tomarow

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