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Emily Jones Feb 2015
You say Im crazy
But Ive known what you've done
Thrown out your arms into the blaze
Eatting up desire
Like the forbidden eden I feel the lash of betrayal
That falls from your lips
And like an addict I cannot reject you
For the burn is to good
Without it I'm nothing
Your sickness is my awakening
I fly high on your love
Eyes rolling in the sharp bliss
Fluttering like humming wings
Washing that stinging warmth
Flooding like the whisping smoke
Rising
     Rising
        Swelling
To.      B UR ST
SLAMMING BACK
           D
           O
           W
           N
    That ache
That both kills me and takesme beyond words
Shaking thoughts from my head like a nest full of angry bees
S c a t t e r i n g
Leaving it bare that secret flesh
Inspired by sam smith
Emily Jones Feb 2015
Branching from the recess
Stretching wide arms into the ether
I enter into
The cosmic embrace
                   the stillness
was not empty
But
deep
and yet again
deeper still
Diving further into the fount of reality where divinity loses its transcendence
Only to become the interconnected creative potentiality
Reality expressed by itself
An event in the making in the cosmic ontology of change
Where I am more than what I am
Who I am
When I become
But rather a process
A way in the making
Enigmatically I leave stero's behind reaching down with freed hands
And an open Heart
  Feb 2015 Emily Jones
June Phillips
The strangest things bring you back to my mind
A song unrelated to us
An international paper logo
On my Orange Julius

I've let you go
I don't care anymore.

How do I stop remembering?
  Feb 2015 Emily Jones
Unknown
I realized it was time to get over you
Yes, I was sad, you didn't want me
But now that I'm finally happy with being by myself....
You decide to take me?
Emily Jones Feb 2015
If there is only ever good things spoken in love
Then it would surely be an artifice
For they say a rose by any other name is just as sweet
But is it truly
Can one have admitted to owning love when not been bitten
Poisoned and soiled by the choking sweetness
Like the sharp edge reflex dripping down the back of throat
Stilling the beat of the heart
With its parasitic rhythm

No love isn't always sweet
But bitter, hot, and sour
Love is beyond the intention of desire and the painted smiles on chocolate faces
The glass eyed terror textured with the limitation of another cheap year
Disgraced by the swelling tenor of requested feeling
It is ***** and it disgraces all the noble intentions from the romantic heart
Boiling the fever and yearning the selfish sin
But that passion and fury is only the start
Response to valentines day spirit in the states.
Emily Jones Feb 2015
I sometime wake and wonder
"What even is my life right now?"
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