Emmalee: Favorites

May 2014 Emmalee

Miriam

reaching the end
having not lived life
to the fullest

missing out and
losing friends

you falling in love
with someone else.

May 2014 Emmalee

spill it

May 2014 Emmalee

Michael W Noland

spill it

It's here
Here in the moment

staring into that screen

tap it out
spill it now

immediately

Don't let it go
nor let it know

you're recording

but absord it
and store it in

formlessly

Let it fill your glands
your heart, your blood
then hands

but give it room
to breathe

Can't want
can't crave

can't cave to need

can't break
nor take the dream

can't take it

where it doesn't
want to be

You'll get it
where it's going
eventually

just allow it to be

Ten too many
and babbling

Apr 2014 Emmalee

someday (10 w)

Apr 2014 Emmalee

Miriam

someday (10 w)

someday i'll
fall asleep
to the sound
of your heartbeat.

Feb 2014 Emmalee

The Circle of Death

Feb 2014 Emmalee

Abbigail

The Circle of Death

I will undoubtedly fall in love with somebody
who will undoubtedly be the wrong person for me,
and I will mistakenly make them my world.

I will tell myself not to think of a future
but my core will not detach itself from the hopes that we last
and my mind will be unable to conjure up a scenario in which we are apart
and anything less than perfect.

I will be so devoted to this person
that I will make a fool of myself for any reason,
so long as they are with me.
I will break completely when we fall apart
and I will forget what it felt like to be happy by myself,
how to be complete by being only me.

I will remember the realization that my heart can physically ache
and the throbbing will keep me awake at night.
I will lose hope and care for anything other than a relapse of time.
I will become cynical and angry and sad
and I will stay that way for much too long.

My self-esteem will plummet
and I will hurt so deeply that I will wish for things I don't mean.
I will love that person and hate them in cycles of I'm-literally-insane
and it may never actually stop.

Feb 2014 Emmalee

I Strove with None

Feb 2014 Emmalee

Walter Savage Landor

I Strove with None

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

Feb 2014 Emmalee

Venom

Feb 2014 Emmalee

eilish murrihy

Venom

My vision darkens, I rely on my other senses to carve painful images into my mind like nails on a blackboard.
      I  have been bitten and poisoned.
   Apparently, when bitten by a venomous creature time is of the essence .
      This didn't matter to me because time stopped and made an
                      exception to watch me go through hell.

   Voices of familiar faces whisper into my lingering ear.
              " **** out the poison ya stupid ***** !"
                 " Do it you sad **** ! don't let him do this,Christ what the **** is wrong with you? "


        I froze....

    I remember thinking this vicious venom swallowing me down
        into the cracks of the floorboards was all that depicted us and how happy i was with you.
                 How that terrified me.
I just wanted to stop, just stop now.
I longed to give in to you and just let me my pale blue eyes roll back into the forever of darkness  in a broken mind.

When I realized what I was thinking , I couldn't let you do this .
I felt like I left to ******* **** stoked bed and I was only there to be laughed at.
I attacked my open wounds with my soft lips,
The forgotten taste of you tainted my flesh.
I ****** and spat your sedative venom out for full long cold year.
My jaws were in so pain.
Finally, I emerged from the cracks of the floorboards but it wasn't a full rehabilitation .
You remain in my lips and within my colorful veins.
A taste I will never forget.
Your venom is my only addiction.

Feb 2014 Emmalee

Light Is More Important Than The Lantern

Feb 2014 Emmalee

Nizar Qabbani

Light Is More Important Than The Lantern

Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
The are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.

Feb 2014 Emmalee

Untitled

Feb 2014 Emmalee

Sav

Untitled

I used to be a happy carefree person, full of life and love.
The suddenly I realized
I was never really happy.
This is not the life I want to live.
I wanted a future and chance
I wanted goals and fulfillment.
The life I was living was not going to fill my needs.
I was in this dark drooling downward spiral of depression and I needed someone
but after all of the glamour was gone, the drinks were done, and the smoke had faded.
Everyone left right along with it.
I had the love of a family
That I barely had seen.
From 800 miles away these people expressed their care for me.
To me, this love was foreign.
I was to used to being used and stepped on.
I felt to alone and sad.
But then
A light
Shined on me in my darkest time.
I realized that these people I held onto didn't even care for me.
I had been drained dry and left to rot, but the voices from miles away came to save me.
Here I am.
Trying to be normal, for once in 3 years I am actually happy.
And I want it to stay this way for a long time.

Feb 2014 Emmalee

Cocaine Heights

Feb 2014 Emmalee

Petra Smith

******* Heights

Lost Soul, Not Searching
Looking for immediate relief
To cure you for the moment
Of your inner grief

Quick high, no time to cry
numb, false happiness takes over
Everything looks good
When you're climbing the white cliffs of Dover

Sadness hidden, mask protecting
Could be anyone inside
True identities gone for the moment
White blanket does so well to hide

Talk about the impossible
Everything seems so clear
no sign of darkness
only the light is near

Everything is achievable today
But what about tomorrow?
Start descending, blanket lifted
here comes the sorrow

The mask of reality hits
Starkness is a dampener
Mood sets in
Lost feeling returned, positivity is hampered

The possible now seems unachievable
This day now unmanageable
Light dims, darkness returns
Nothing seems obtainable

Not coping,
Once again choosing the direction of oblivion
Where all seems well
No one can tell
That internally you are struggling