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Eva Rushton Aug 2015
A brush of Autumn

Autumn feels so far away
Yet in my ear it whispered today
As it brushed by, I felt its breeze
Fresh and cool, It set me at ease

It is my favorite time ,of year
To wait for it , I can not bear
The frosted ground, so crisp and white
The sound of crickets , chirping at night

With leaves of yellow, orange and red
Upon the ground, they make their bed
My breath I see , in front of me
Alive I feel , my thoughts so free

Written by E.M.Rushton
Was a autumn  type day and fit felt so fresh
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
Trapped like an animal
In a cage of words
With barbs wrapped
Around my mind and soul

The barbs dig deceitfully
As I try to defend myself
They slice with deviance and claw
At my heart as tears bleed out

After severing my heart
The barbed words encompass
A corrosive attack on my nerves
And assault my state of mind

un be knowing to the villain
its barbed words mutate
leaving the unsuspecting villain
open to an attack from its own creation

Written by E.M Rushton
This is written straight from the heart and its what im living with at work the last month
Eva Rushton Aug 2018
Tonight I’m talking ,to my heart
As it was hurt time and again
It acted deaf ,from the very start
Then weeped remembering the all pain

I tried to sooth it , best I could
And even though it’s broken
If it wanted fixed ,I would
And Truely meant the words I’ve spoken

Then it started feeling hope
And I could feel it too
Now it felt like it could cope
And my heart I did renew

Written by E, M . Rushton
August 15th 2018
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
I'm still just me
why cant you see
blind eyes by her
away she lures

A falling star
with an ugly scar
I've shown so bright
Now dull despite

Away you walk
I want to talk
to ask you why
You eat her lie

I'm still just me
Why cant you see
Blind eyes by her
Away she lures

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Eva Rushton Aug 2015
Among so many
We stand alone
So much alike
Yet so disjoined

Our worlds so different
And one we share
Alike we think
with different thoughts

You like, like me
Yet hate my likes
We hear the same
Yet hear things different

Through life we walk
down different paths
But at the end
Its all the same

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Eva Rushton Aug 2018
As I walk alone
With in my mind
The seeds you’ve sewn
Are so entwined

The doubt I think
Of who I am
Ashamed I shrink
Your words did slam

You will not win
I’ll fight with all
Someday I’ll grin
Walk proud and tall

Until that day
You laugh at me
My heart you slay
Until I’m free

Written by E M Rushton
Aug 6th 2018
Eva Rushton Aug 2018
In my mind, I must walk
Alone and scared, I can not talk
About the crash that killed a kid
I tried to help, I really did
First on scene of that terrible sight
I cant forget that awful night.
People scream and yell at me
he's in the car, cant you see
The car is fully engulfed in flame
They curse at me, and me they blame
In my mind I know he's gone
But where's the driver, I must move on
I search the faces with the fires light
I yell above the horrific sight
Where's the driver is he alright
They point up ahead towards the road
He's lying there, injured I'm told
I take to running up the hill
I know I'm moving , yet feel so still
My lungs are burning, my heart pounds hard
Of that night , my mind is scarred
I reach the driver, in pain he lays
Go help my buddy is all he can say
Unable to tell him the awful truth
for he still too is just a youth
His clothes are burnt into his skin
My tears start falling deep within
The ambulance is here , to my relief
Their time on scene is short and brief
I help them care and load this man
I try to help, I hold his hand
In my mind, I must walk
Alone and scared, I can not talk
About the crash that killed a kid
I tried to help, I really did

written by E.M.Rushton
2016
This  fire call had left scared and now I am seeking help for what may be PTSD. Of my career in firefighting , this was the hardest call .
Eva Rushton Jul 2019
With a suitcase
Of a past
Belonging to
Another of me

Strain keeps pulling
In steps already taken
Scanning the beauty ahead
Looking at the swamp behind

Earth flys with the release
As the baggage crashes
Splaying open
It’s contents no longer contained

Dust devils swirl
As torments fly upward
Upon clearing
Vision magnifies

Movement is smooth
Freedom lunges me
Freeing mind and heart
Allowing achievement

Written by E. M. Rushton
July 2019
Eva Rushton Sep 2018
We did so much together, but when her time came to enter  through heavens doors , I was stopped. As she walk through the doors I watched the softess glowing white feathered wings form upon her back , and a glistening halo of gold instantly appeared , floating above her head , just as she floated into the majestic kingdom. As she turn to face me one last time , I saw my friend, the way she used be , before the ALS ravaged her body and soul. I saw not one sign of pain and no tears falling , but a smile of love and pure peace

Written by E. M . Rushton
Aug 31, 2028
My best friend ever passed away August 29th. I am glad she suffers no more but at the same time I am broke into.
Eva Rushton Aug 2018
I wonder through each day
Like a fallen leaf in the wind
My mind it swirls up and down
Feeling caught like a fish on a hook

Inside I scream like a wild hyena
Outside I look calm like the dawn
Yet on I go like a flowing brook
Wanting to normal like nobody else

Written by E.M.Rushton
August 7th 2018
Eva Rushton Feb 2018
I fly up high on wings of man
And see below, the beautiful land
My job's to fight the firey beast
From North to South , West to East

I love my job and I am proud
But the fire is fierce , and its rage is loud
The sky is grey and thick with smoke
I pray to God I make it out

I dive down deep ,to drop the load
I hear the pop , my wings expload
My job on earth is now done
My life in heaven has begun

My sisters and brothers , please dont cry
For With wings of God , Im still up high
The firey beast has not won
For me eternity has just begun

Written by E.M.Rushton
This was written after a fellow firefighter died while flying a water bomber  fighting a forest fire.
Eva Rushton Jun 2019
Each day I walk upon the earth
A bit of me is turned to ash
Returning to my place of birth
Like a seed that became a tree
It sheds its bark, to the ground it’s free

Written by E. M. Rushton
June 8 th2019
Eva Rushton Oct 2015
As shadows kissed upon the wall
They stood in love, proud and tall
My head I felt ,that I should turn
But in my heart , Their love I yearned

Across the ceiling, they danced their way
The music they hear, I wish i could play
He lifts her up, and twirls around
Then on her head, He sits a crown

Up off my bed, I start to dance
Without knowing, Im so entranced
Their orcastra , I now can hear
But when I look, they disappear

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Eva Rushton Aug 2015
My love for her, an aunt to me
From a different family tree
Our roots are different , yet so entwined
Family is a state of mind

Our daily struggles, God does see
You need aunt Bertha , he said to me
Upon awaking, upstairs I walk
There at the table she sits and talks

A stranger she was , yet in my heart
I felt connected, like never apart
Her kindness wrapped my soul in ease
And to my heart, she had the key

My dear aunt Bertha, your heart it shines
From different roots ,our lives did whine
I thank the lord , he gave to me
My dear aunt Bertha, forever you'll be

Written by E.M.Rushton
just found out my dear aunt Bertha has gone to heaven.
Eva Rushton Oct 2015
The tortured mind
in darkness sits
As voices bind
the fear now hits

Are they real
are they not
my life they steal
I kid you not

They say to ****
they say to hide
against my will
I must abide

This curse I have
Upon my soul
there is no salve
to mend to hole

The hell in me
from day to day
no one see's
and I do pray

Upon the bridge
My screams I shout
I'm over the edge
I want out

To jump I choose
the pain is gone
But my life
I now loose

Written by E.M.Rushton
As a teenager I had a friend who suffered from mental illness. I was to young to realize how bad she felt. She jumped off the Halifax MacDonald bridge . I have never forgotten her and how she must have suffered. That was 35 years ago. In memory of my dear friend Nickie. We don't choose mental illness . Please be kind to those who suffer.
Eva Rushton Jul 2019
Even though it maybe unseen
Each day something is lost
Each day something is gained
                 It’s called
         The Balance Of Life
               Seek the gain
Eva Rushton Jan 2019
When you can see the unspoken and hear what can’t be seen , your soul dances to songs never written  before.

Written by E . M .Rushton
January 2019
Eva Rushton Jun 2019
Rushing towards the lights I awake
Just a dream
Or is it ?
My head screams inside
As my body lays in sweat soaked clothes
Squeezing my eyes attempting to forget
But my heart continues to remember
Is my body shaking
Or is it rocking from the truck racing to the scene
Alone in my house
Yet people are yelling , help him
My room is lit by ghostly flames
That darken my reality
The smell of smoke
Burns the image deep
As my nostrils flare trying
To catch my breath
Forcing myself to sit
My body is heavy
My pyjamas now bunker gear
I stand  in my bedroom and walk
Trying to awaken from
What haunts in the  darkness of night
      
Written by E.M.Rushton
June 1 2019
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June is PTSD month.  I write this knowing how some calls can affect a person
Eva Rushton Jun 2019
Those who care the most are the ones who say they don’t care.
Eva Rushton Jun 2019
How I wonder if fear appreciates how much we sit in it’s company ?
Eva Rushton Aug 2018
Butterflies and birds
Turtles and snails
Horses and donkeys
Then there is you and me

Each can relate
Some of the same
Yet differently too
Not just by name

Cars and trucks
Brooks and sea
Apart from the other
Yet family in life

Written by E M Rushton
August 9 th 2018
The need to relate is important for many forms of life. Connection is a need which helps us feel alike and where each belong no matter a difference.
Eva Rushton Jun 2019
My thoughts dripped from
My eyes
Falling gently upon the ripples in the ocean
As they surf the crest of of each valley within the swirls
My heart and mind feel
Like that of
The softness of
a freshly bloomed flower
                   But
Then from the fog of the sea
I hear the cry
Deep from the bowels
Of the water
And as I turn to look
My eyes see tears of
The swimming creatures  
To which have received
My thoughts that dripped from my eyes.

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 7th 2019
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Eva Rushton Jun 2019
To look into my eyes ,
I mean really look ,
You see my story
Through  the darkness of my pupils

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Eva Rushton Jun 2019
I think deep
I love deep
I sleep deep
I fear deep
I laugh deep
I see deep
I breath deep
Will I ever surface ?

Written by E. M . Rushton
Eva Rushton Aug 2018
The darkness has grasp my mind
and the searing pain cuts deep into my soul
I scream silently in a non verbal language
Please release your grasp on me

I force my walk
with steps that weigh
the weight of hells iron gates
I try to stand , but am forced downward
by the heavy black fog
of this hideous monsters breath

I try to find my way out
Through eyes sewn shut
with absolute despair
My chest swells like a tide from
the jack hammering pounding of my heart

My bowels twist and coil
like a boa constrictor
killing its prey
My ears explode from within
at your words of ignorance "Be happy , "
Unable to rise to your demands
I sink deeper into this blazing
infernal of torment.

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Eva Rushton Jul 2019
Within my unknown , lives the true human I was born to be.

Written by E.M Rushton
Eva Rushton Jun 2019
Ok folks. Listen up !  Did you know you are someone to every single person in this world !!! Imagine that. But it’s true.
You are either ,
Someone they know
Someone they don’t know
Someone they love
Someone they don’t like
Someone they might get to know or someone they will never know . Regardless of what someone you are, to everyone , You Are Someone!!
Eva Rushton Jul 2015
Once again spring is here
the animals run again in fear
the grass is dead , the trees are dry
the weather is warm and the sun is up high

The firefighters gear up to roll
Protecting the land is their main goal
They study the weather and put out alerts
And pray to god no one gets hurt

The radio blares of a fire out there
Lights and sirens , no time to spare
Light grey in color , the column of smoke
the one that lit it , thinks its a joke

Back in the woods , in no mans land
Its hard to contain , in a softwood stand
the wind is high , no rain in sight
The flaming beast put up a fight

With faces of black and smelling of smoke
the beast is contained, but a long ways from out
We now have a hose line around the perimeter
Our bellies hungry with no time for dinner

Written by E.ME. M. Rushton
Eva Rushton Jun 2019
I walk with my shadow
Silently in the sun
It must admire me very much
For every move I make it copies
My shadow is the perfect dance partner
Always in perfect rhythm with my moves
It is a playful thing , loving hide and seek
And no matter if I am feeling good or bad it sticks to me like glue
If only all relationships were as faithful as my shadow
Eva Rushton Jun 2019
Why do I feel as though I’m faking my way through life. If only I had the faith in me that others do. Then I would feel real.
Eva Rushton Jul 2019
Alone in life
She soared like a falling star.
Knowing her light was fading
As the star is about to hit earth

Never standing out
While among the galaxy
Yet admired at the end
As soul meets stars.  

Written by E.M.Rushton
Eva Rushton Sep 2017
As the lighting flashes in the darkness of night  , the war in side  her head is intensified. The metal barrow she uses for shelter wraps her loneliness around her with suffocation . Then again , comes the load roar of thunder and mixed with the growl in her stomach from days of hunger , it spits deafness into her soul.
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Eva Rushton Jul 2015
Today I'm going to catch some butter flies
And sit upon their wings
Where I'll fly ,I don't know
But I'll see some beautiful things

On top of a tree an elephant sat
Playing a fiddle and wearing a hat
Then to the east my pilot did turn
A little to fast, my stomach did churn

I couldn't believe what my eyes they did see
Dancing away was frog and a flea
I laugh so hard I fell from the wings
In a cloud with a fish dancing with rings

As I sit there and watch, I feel on my head
A big drop of rain, the size of a bed
With the rain I fall fast, and dizzy I get
Then I awaken, Its a dream I regret.
E.M.Rushton.
A little fun
Eva Rushton Jun 2019
I wished upon the flying toad
To write a poem
Strong and bold
The wish fell off and started to roam
So here is my poem I sit and write
It’s short and sweet
It’s all I have , try as I might
Just a stupid little tweet
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