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Emily Jones Aug 2015
Night is day in this round about week
When sleeping masks and tight curtained windows block out the sun
Night shift
Ironic jeans and t-shirt
Feet still eating up the newly waxed floor
Moving and shuffling heavy odious loads
In the creep quiet of the consumer skeleton
When a whisper a drop of a pin is too loud.
From between the ribs of corperate beast
Emily Jones Aug 2015
The sweet heat washes down trembling limbs
Drenching in warm sweat
Trailing its languid touch down the face
Arms and finger tips
Dripping along the spine
Between the chest and across the hair of the scalp
Collecting on eyelashes and lips
Huffing in exertion
Choking on humidity
Emily Jones Aug 2015
Can't I not be human
Can I not dress myself, bathe myself, feed myself
And more?
So what right do you have to treat me like a child
Who doesn't believe actions have consequence?
I'm sick of your judgement
When the only one that matters is my own
Its the 21st ******* century!
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
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