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Sep 2014 · 892
Goodmorning, Bob.
Emily O Sep 2014
Sickening disgust in the pit of a belly aching for love, find solace in the pain of others who cling to emotions long gone.

(Let Go)                      live in a world where it isn't dangerous                                            to say hi to your neighbor.

Forget that you can’t find the pair to your favorite socks. You do not need them to walk on this soft earth.

(Let go)                      live in a world where it isn't dangerous
to say hi to your neighbor.
Sep 2014 · 413
Invaders
Emily O Sep 2014
He’s like a disease.
He crawls beneath your skin leaving
small pieces of his exoskeleton.
He invades the space where you saved your favorite wishes,
dreams you return to when the nightmares take control.
He doesn't forgive you for those thoughts you hide from the world
because they might judge you for feeling a little too much.
He feasts on your touch.
His teeth sink deep into your flesh, and you can’t shake him off.
even if you sit on one of those carnival rides until you hurl,
you can’t shake him off.
He will leave behind the marks where he entered and left your body
shaking on the earthen floor.
*you are weak and you are nothing.
Sep 2014 · 457
Lost Feet, Shoes for Sale
Emily O Sep 2014
I left my feet on a pier four days ago.
I lost them to the waves and the shouts of mothers calling their
Children out of the icy water.
I left my feet in the white sheets of a traveling musician.
We had rhythm
And harmony.
It lasted twenty minutes.
I left my feet on the gas pedal of an old Honda,
Pushing as hard as I can to reach sixty.
I left my feet in yesterday.
They are still trying to catch up
With the rest of me.
Sep 2014 · 667
Soggy Sandwiches
Emily O Sep 2014
Five small children ate peanut butter sandwiches on the beach.
Their hearts a twitter for they found a mermaid castle in the sea.

They played cops and robbers on the ocean floor.
Their tiny toes knocked at the mermaid’s door.

The mermaids kissed their feet and played with their hair.
The small children said goodbye to the sea lair.

They left behind their shoes as gifts,
Knowing that they would never fit.
Sep 2014 · 458
Broken Records
Emily O Sep 2014
Beneath my grandmother’s quilt I sink,
Hopeless thoughts decorate my skin like patchwork.
The wind whistles sweet nothings
Through the holes in my skull.
Breath is trapped in a brown paper bag,
Contained and returned to its host.

— The End —