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Emily Jones Mar 2015
If beautiful words are all you want to hear then taste the ash of my breath for only truth is burning here.

Touch my voice and know the depth of my heart for nothing but sincerity falls from my lips. Like rain it will cleanse the palate.

See the honesty within my words and know sanctity is ringing its trembling song without falsity I become humble. Truth taking hold the blooming flower you behold.

Look to her and know not truth for painted lips breed painted lies. She is not with honesty but slick with pride.

Be drunk on her an intoxication heed my warning and justification. She will lead you on and take your breath that painted temptrest is poisonous at best.
Emily Jones Feb 2015
You never quite feel it
Till just before the show
Right at the grand creshedo
The "thats all folks"
But when it does come
It waves and ebbs
Rolling and rising
How the memories consume
Abeit and roll again
Shifting while I stand
Falling back in time
Till I'm that little girl again
Waiting by the garden for you
Not 22 and placing the last rose you will ever see in bloom
To my grandfather
  Feb 2015 Emily Jones
mike
emotions are purgatory
to purge them
is peace
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?
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