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Emily Jones Aug 2015
I want to celebrate
Being alive
Running and free across darkend streets
Between the humdrums lines of conformity
Right down the path of most resisitance
I want to be wild
I want to taste the world in my mouth
Feeling its beating pulse down my throat and across my skin
To touch stars and feel their burn
  Aug 2015 Emily Jones
Joanna
I thought I knew what heartbreak was and how it felt,
But then I heard my heart shatter and finally knew what it meant.
  Aug 2015 Emily Jones
Sam Temple
We share:
connections,
interests,
laughter,
and cooking…..
and now,
I miss my friend.
Small talk in passing,
emails about work,
the occasional chat box joke fest…
but the distance,
and awkwardness,
does not dissipate…
and I feel it always,
and all ways.
Sitting only a few feet apart
separated by feelings, mostly
we try and muddle through
our tasks
waiting for Wednesday to end
so the pressure of being face to face
can fade…
at least for a few days.
Funny we came to this place
after so many years of togetherness
after so many plans
so much future preparation…
so much time investment
and now,
just a face in the hall
that causes me both pain
and quiet reflection. –
Emily Jones Aug 2015
It was never just silence
Tinged with anticipation
Grating like the hollow feeling of a dislocated joint
Grinding and petulant
Either yours or mine
The silence was not silent
But rather loaded
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.
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