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Emily Jones Aug 2015
I still feel the sharp edge of your tongue
Biting into the soft tissue
Of my brain
Hemorrhaging your lies
Emily Jones Aug 2015
You were like a wild animal
Starved of attention
Self and worth
Knawing at its own limbs
Though your bonds had long been cut
Plucking out each ****** feather
Fraying the edges of freedom
While I watched still holding the knife
Emily Jones Aug 2015
Happiness is a feeling that is fleeting
Like hummingbird wings it flutters
Fast like a racing heart beat
Wasting no time to flood the system
A drug an addiction
That most spend their whole life chasing
Not realising that if they but slow down
Happiness would come racing to them.
Emily Jones Aug 2015
You touched me with words
Whispered sweet lies
I lost my breath
You touched me with hands
Trailing tips of dancing fingers
Leaving behind goosed flesh
You touched me with rose colored glasses
Distortion at best
I fell hard
Cracked china and lace
Emily Jones Aug 2015
Reality is like a dream
When you spend all day trying to escape
From its weight
Which like an elephant fills the room
Pull open the door and step away
Like a phone box whose bigger on the inside
The mind always finds a way to hide
Where fae and fairy folk dance their magic dance
Fair maidens say their right words
And young hobbits smoke to victory
Pipping away their pipe songs to the sound of groaning trees
Dwarves become kings having fought themselves free
When padfoot, wormtail and prong create mischief along the moving stair
And a boy who lived once again
No reality can be rather lame
Because adventure awaits..
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit..."
Emily Jones Aug 2015
Waking in a huddled mess
Piled high the pillowed mountain fort
Canyons of comforted warmth
Burrowed in blanket mass
It still follows
No matter how tight I bundle in
Reality always finds me
Despite how much I dont want to let it in
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