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Emily Jones Apr 2016
I want to be free of the burden of your love
Free from the complication you placed on my heart
Like a stain long set in it still lingers in my skin
Liberated from the suffication of your subjugation
I want to shake you from my spirit
So that I can enjoy life
And finally be at peace with just being myself.
  Apr 2016 Emily Jones
kendra
The most wonderful things
I have ever known have been
your smile,
your heart,
and your beautiful soul.
about my best friend
  Apr 2016 Emily Jones
James Walker
If you can
write it
on a whim they said,
then
do it
we will constantly be
bombarded
by difference
so
what matter whether the words listed
speak
to the soul or not?
Shakespeare was a poet
and
he said
to be or not be

if the breadth of
life
circulates my being then
I will
be
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Emily Jones Mar 2016
Its somewhere between two am coffee and little too less sleep
The feel of cold sheets rubbing the dry eyed wonder
Blinking back the frustration of the same monotony.
Where the skin feels like sand paper and the heart is daydreaming about some forest out there
Surrounded by music.
Thats where you'll find me.
Wistful and tired.
Emily Jones Mar 2016
The tapping timbre of blood in my brain brings the throbing ache somewhere between excruciating and numb
My head like a typhony drum.
The stressing swelling swelter of the day to day has me on the brink of sleepless rage
Day in and day out there is always something striking me out
Out of time
Out of light
Out care
Out of fright
I dont even know what it feels like to care anymore
All that I want now is sleep.
Emily Jones Mar 2016
I chase away lonely in the only way I know how.
Between the treble cleft the base time rhyme
The transient movement of sound
Dancing the fey like rhythms of the soul
Pouring out my mouth into my ears and stretching past the tips of my fingers.
It's the only thing that has never left
That loves me back without qualm.
Emily Jones Feb 2016
You are a model of a modern major failure
A martyr to yourself
Breathing the narcissistic carcinogen
The egos fermentation
Spewing like mayflies from your mouth
Your words hold naught even air
Like the boy who cried wolf
And the bird who mockingly rhymes
You were not perfect
But ****** you were mine!
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