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Oct 2017 · 555
When A Woman
Emily Kaminski Oct 2017
When a woman sees her man,
Being self indulged with his confidence and pride.
(Look I can do this and I can do that! See how great I am!)
She'll put her foot down,
Make the sacrifice to lower his esteem.
For all what's known that one should never out shine the other,
But to unite and shine as one!
Being the most unstoppable force.
Sharing the equal amount of power and pride.
Like the iconic dynamic duo.

When a woman finds her man enraged,
Overly frustrated, exhausted and in fumes.
(***** all of them! I hate everything! This day just can't get any worse!)
Just like a bottle that has burst,
Of toxic fuels that's impossible to cease.
But with his woman's touche,
The impossible can be broken with just a simple song sanged,
Or a silly joke to break the pain.
Even if he fights back, she'll find a way to end the flames.
It just takes a simple caress of presence.
As she wraps her arms around him,
He can feel her spirit letting him know that he isn't alone with a burden.

When a woman discovers her man,
Feeling insecure, saddened and broken.
(I don't think I'm the best looking  guy. I don't think I'm good enough for you. I'm to depressed to speak or do anything...)
Like a porcelain doll being smashed to the ground.
He thinks he's as hideous as the hunch back of notre dame,
Her eyes sees beyond as her mind sculpts him as the handsomely amazing Apollo.
Sadden of the pain he has carried in his heavy heart,
Having doubts that he's not the one for her.
Like a mirror, seeing him broke,
Makes her feel as much broken than he is.
She'll recite of all his accomplishments,
surpassing far from the previous ones whom failed her.
A woman's smile shines  endless rays of hope,
Overthrows the darkness as it evaporates the despair in his heart.
Nothing but left a brighter future amongst them.
He'll always remember that they're each other's halves,
Making the two as their whole....world goes around.
She engraved it into his beautiful mind.

When a woman and man looks into each other's eyes,
They see trust and comfort for one another.
As well being lost into their souls,
A gateway to their own worlds.
Of one that has stars and a moon that shines brightly,
While the other has the endless field of which the grass is greener.

When a woman is in the arms,
Of her loving man of which she feels he works hard to provide.
His providing hands and arms, brings comfort and security between them.
She feels safe and sound,
Knowing that he'll never let her go.
Still has that touch to sweep her off her feet.
No matter the cost he'll always capture her heart,
With his big warm hands.

When a woman has her kiss,
From her loving man whom gives her unconditional love.
She feels the soft gentle,
Yet powerful push from his lips.
He leaves her feeling as if time has stopped,
as if her well being has floated high above.
Her own darkness and pain has suddenly disappeared.
Just a burst of smile.
Even if it lasted for a moment.
That's why she tells him,
"Please. Don't stop."

When a woman loves her man,
She loves him, she loves him, she loves him,
Far past eternal life.
When a man loves his woman,
He loves her, He loves her, He loves her,
Beyond the universal time.
First song I wrote in a LOONG time! It's about couples in general and abit inspired by my boyfriend. That's why the eyes were described more specific.
Hope you guys enjoy it! Share it with your loved ones!
Feb 2015 · 495
~Can I be that Drug?~
Emily Kaminski Feb 2015
Can I be that drug that can make you laugh,
make you smile,
make you be silly as if no ones around?

Can I be that drug that can take away your pain,
your misery,
your suffering,
the weight off your shoulders?

Can I be that drug that can relief your stress,
your anxiety,
your bad memories?

Can I be that drug that can make you feel free,
make you feel wild,
make you feel as if nothing ever happened,
just you feeling lifted, like you can fly?

Can I be that drug that makes you feel like you can get away with stupid things,
give you that adrenaline for something crazy,
for something ridiculously memorable?

Can I be that drug,
that makes you feel youth once more?
Hey....I wrote you a poem on this day.
My Val's gift to you~
It's my thanks to you for putting a smile on my face~
For me to forget about most of my problems when you're around~
For me to feel good about myself, even though I like to 'abuse' you~
To listen to my silliness~
You've been there for me "as a person" like you said~
I want to be there for you too~
<3
Happy Valentines Day,
P.A.~ :3
Dec 2014 · 775
~The Ghost Of High School~
Emily Kaminski Dec 2014
You know you over stayed your 'welcome',
when people no longer acknowledge you.
They just simply WALK THROUGH you.

When people don't acknowledge or even realize the actions you do.
They just simply CAN'T SEE you.

When you walk,
no one can hear you or even when you try to SPEAK OUT!
They just simply CAN'T HEAR you.

When teachers gave up long ago on you.
They just simply LOOSE INTEREST in caring.

When the only place is best for you is a corner.
Just simply NO ONE will ever bother you.
Only on their needs.

When you go up to present,
NO ONE cares to have respect to even pay attention.
They just simply don't GIVE A ****!

When you perform on stage or even showing your true talent!
NO ONE would ever remember you did that!
They just simply acknowledge the OTHER PERSON you were with
and give them credit.
Especially at Prom.
Even then, no matter how OUTSTANDING you look, you're just FORGETTABLE.
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Over time I've been nothing but a failure through high school,
which is why I stayed there too long.
Aging, seeing younger kids come in and being more full of themselves and their social groups. NO longer appreciating values. Simply having no morals.
Anyways,
through time I just simply fade.....
not even my bleach blonde hair can make me stand out.
I'll forever be the GHOST of high school.
No one will ever remember me from that place.
Chances not in any other places.
I'll forever be a GHOST.
**** high school.
Emily Kaminski Nov 2014
I love it when I'm asleep~
Like I get 'drifted' into my own world and feels like nothing can stop me.
I can somewhat control my dreams the way I want to.
Mostly I feel relaxed and forget all the events that happened in my life......
then when I wake up....
everything(reality) ******* hits me hard and I'm all like "****!"
And just wishing I can be in my slumber forever.
Then I tell myself "It'll happen once you're dead~"
Just sleep it off and do your best to start a new on the next day~
;u;
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
~Your Smile~
Emily Kaminski Nov 2014
I'm glad Free Bubble Tea Day happened and you let me got you one~
I keep telling myself that 'I hope it'd be mostly you in that apartment'.
So it was, also your sister. It's fine~
I was so happy to see you smile!
That smile that melt away my heart from when we were together~
When I was giving your drink and heated up the leftover pork bun for you, you kept saying
"Why are you being so strange?"
"Because I want to~"
"Yeah, but it's still strange.."
"And that strangeness use to rock your world one time~"
You smiled more~
After giving your heated pork bun I asked for a hug, because I missed your embrasses.
And that you did~ With no complain. Willing, even.
I felt warm again. My heart went from ice cold,
to melting warm~
We talked abit more, and you smiled more as soon as I mentioned getting a new phone soon.
Your smiles grew bigger~ Because I know how much you wanted me to get one, because you hated my old one.
But that smile, that smile kept melting my heart.
I'm glad it was just us for the moment.
I had a little piece of the 'You' whom I knew.
No influences around.
Just you~
I wanted to stay more, but I couldn't.

Until this very day.....
I'D **** TO SEE YOU SMILE!~
It felt like your smiles were just for me~ ;u;
I know you have a girlfriend now.  But it's nice and warming to spend time alone with you~ ;u;
You may have hurt me countless of times, to the point I couldn't feel.
But you still left me with more good memories than bad~
-T^T-  -;u;-
Oct 2014 · 573
~My Illusions~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
Just let me be where I am now.
Especially at THIS POINT of life.
Let me sink in to my own illusions
and just go along with it and support me.
It's not like it's hurting anyone really.
Just let me fantasies about other people who I like a lot in life.
Let me be full of myself to a certain extent.
JUST LET ME BE.
I just want to be in my own drug.
The part time warmness that comes and goes.
The silly jokes I make of 'how it'd be like' with that other person.
Just let me have SOME SORT of fun with people.
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Because, if you were to take that 'drug illusion' away from me,
I'll be reminded ONCE MORE BY REALITY;
That I don't have a loving heart to give.
My hollowness.
My "Ice Queen" title.
My longing for HIM.
The memories.
Depression and self-harm will come eat me up again.
I'm just talking about flirting mostly.
Nothing more.
But seriously.
I don't think I'll recover.
I feel like ending myself, but can't.
(you know the feels/reference to my ~Death Dreams~ poem)
So might as well create a 'silly world' for myself.
It does keep me partially warm and safe here and there.
Just let me be and go along with it.
Oct 2014 · 613
~Black Cat~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
Your fur is a silent shadow.
Yet soft as silk.
Your eyes of emerald crescent moons,
hold so many stories.
Stories of lives you've encounter and lives you had before.
And it's the biggest expressions you have to show.
When you walk,
no one hears you.
Just only the bell you wear around your neck.
You sneaky shadow.
Your meows tries to be as clear as our language.
Your purrs are endless.
Your spirit never dies.
It feels like you'll live for all eternity.
You chose the ONE person that you'd like to belong too.
And ONLY that person you obey.
Like a dog; you might have in you.
You hunt 'gifts' for your owner.
In show of your love and appreciation.
You made sure that when people look at you,
they look at you as a human being.
Sometimes you know what's best.
You can read the characters in people.
whether they're bad or good.
You're just a simply unique cat.
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I'm glad I have you in my life.
After all the years we had eachother, I ask myself at times:
"What am I without you?"
In early 2000s my old man and I went to the animal shelter to get a pet(as my birthday gift).
My dad chose the one who gave his back to the world, as in gave up on himself. He was prepared to be put down(age of 3).
We gave him a chance and he gave me his lifetime(still on going) of  happiness and partnership.
I hope he serves JUSTICE to this world, or else it would be a waste of the name that was given to him(already) when we got him.
I'm glad that you belong to me,
Batman~ ->w<-
Oct 2014 · 1.2k
~The Dance Of My Body~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
I know I'm capable to do any type of dances, if I try.

But when the music plays, I dance freestyle.
It's not just 'any' freestyle,
it's the type that you know it's missing affection.
It's missing a partner to love.

As soon as I feel the rhythm going through me,
my body flows with it.
When the rhythm is crazy fast:
It makes me a wild cat,
seeing of how feisty and powerful my body can move.
But when it's a slow rhythm:
My body moves slowly and elegantly, yet tempting to go near it.
Either way,
It'll call out for you to TOUCH IT.

I'm known to be ONE of the GREATEST TEASERS in my groups of friends.
Because my deadliest weapons,
are my hips.

When the rhythm plays, it works up from my knees; which is the key to how my hips can move SSOOoo SMOOTHly, then it works up to my curved belly, then to my chest and arms.
The DEADLY body wave.

But what can REALLY GET ME GOING,
is  when that guitar solo, the riffs
breaths heavy, then bites finger
OH GAWD THE SOLOS just makes me
LOOSE IT COMPLETELY!!!
Especially, the ones from 70s-80s,
it's a turn on for me.
My body will want MORE to feel it's melody,
for it to keep on playing!
OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL I JUST drop on the floor from SATISFACTION.
With my face all red and my eyes all seduced.
My body burning up.
biting my bottom lip
mhmhm-heehee~

Sometimes when I dance on the pole or even using a chair I can imagine a person,
who's dancing with me.

One of the things that can win my full body's attention,
is when another body resist the temptations from falling into their wrong desires from me.
OR if that other body moves fluently with mine, without going any further, like under my clothes.
Simply just respect.

I may be a performer, but my mind says it differently.
So does others.
Our bodies want temptation and our minds wants to have trust and comfort.
You know what I'm saying.

Just because I'm a TEASER, doesn't mean I want YOU in BED.

That's why I'm deadly.
I torment people, by simply moving a piece of my body, then not letting them fulfill their DESIRES from me.
Sorry if you guys can't keep control of yourselves. Just work HARDER on THAT~
The only people who can HAVE ALL THAT from me, are the ones if in a relationship with or the ones I just REALLY LIKE ALOT~ ;)

I got a list of songs that can REALLY move me:
(Most of them are in the 70s-80s era,which ever has a nice guitar riffs)
Aerosmith- Rag Doll
Alannah Myles- Black Velvet
Nazareth-  Goin' Loco, Hair Of The Dog
Warrant- Cherry Pie
Def Leopard- Pour Some Sugar On Me
Gary Wright- Dream Weaver(the mellow melody is what moves me)
Foreigner- Jukebox Hero
AC/DC- Honey Roll, Thunderstruck, Back In Black
Also there's more, but it's all I can think of right now.

Even some songs from today:
Pussycat Dolls- Buttons, Sway
Britney Spears(ver)- I love Rock 'n' Roll
****** XL ft. DATAROCK- Gloria
Lady Gaga- Do What You Want With My Body
Girlicious- Stupid ****
One Republic- Everybody Loves Me
Down With Webster- Woe Is Me
There's also others, but again, it's all I can think of~
Just to let you guys know, I'M NOT A STRIPPER WHATSOEVER!
It's just my dances are like that.(I know other girls dance like that too. Nothing to be ashamed off, just know your limits~)
I'm just a simple cashier at a store~ ;u;
Just remember that bodies and minds don't mix at times.
Promise me, not to play these songs around me, FOR MOSTLY YOUR SAKES, because IT'LL END UP IN DISAPPOINTMENTS!!!
Also TRY NOT TO COMMENT ANY PERVERTED THINGS!!
I know it's tempting, but just don't! PLZ!
Just keep your desires to yourself! QAQ
Oct 2014 · 682
~Cliché Dream~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
They say
to follow your dreams
and achieve it.
That's when I started to follow
and achieved you~
This is just something I felt like putting.
For once it's not sad.
In reality I have followed,
but hadn't achieved you.
Not yet at least.
Oct 2014 · 1.0k
Broken Porcelain Doll
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
Look at where you are now,
look at what's become of you.
I'm so sorry that you have turned to pieces and dust.
All from letting your protective coat down,
from people who mistreated you.
The sad truth is,
that you're just the image of me,
how I feel inside.

Broken porcelain doll,
Broken porcelain doll,
who once was so beautiful,
but has fallen into so many wrong hands.
Hands that keep on breaking promises,
and those broken promises is what destroyed you.
Now that you're broken into pieces and dust,
we play a game,
a game that gambles this so called 'fate'.
Let it decide, for you to be thrown away,
or for you to be created into a new.

It's so unfortunate,
how many cruel people exist.
Due to their own experiences and choices they make;
from hurt, loss of values, corruptions and influences.
Yet, knowing the way they are,
they have the nerve to 'keep a promise'.
They think they can keep one,
though of eventually, it's forgotten.
Those are one of the things that made you fell apart.
These broken promises breaks you into pieces.
Sadly those people still exist.
They fend on the fragile creatures like you,
on the moment it's in their sight,
to keep breaking them all apart.
That's what makes them satisfied.
Sorry I went blind for a while,
poor you.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be.
For you to be created in this world,
that's filled with heartless souls.
So rest now,
you warn out, faded broken doll,
and just gamble with 'fate'.
Just waiting what'll decide.
I'm sorry,
I couldn't make you solid, no more.
For now, I'll gently caress whatever's left from you.
Broken pieces of porcelain, dust, and materials from your clothes.
The least we can do
is wish for the best to happen to you;
To be created into a new.
You never deserve this my inner-self.
When it's in a format like this, it's a song. THIS IS ONE OF MY SONGS THAT I WROTE! Don't take it! It's too precious!

There you see!? I posted a song! Happy now, Paul? XP
Oct 2014 · 502
~Karma~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
I imagine you as a big sister.
When I do something wrong,
you'd eventually 'grab my hair and slam my face on a brick'
to 'discipline' me.
When I do something right,
you still 'grab my hair and slam my face on a brick'
to show that I was being 'too vulnerable'.
Y U DO DIS?
I have to struggle to make good things happen around and for me, behind your back.

Yet, there's others who like your abusive company,
by continuing their worse.
Because they secretly want attention from you,
knowing that's the only thing they can get.

No matter how rude you are to us,
we still love you for letting us know
that their is 'some kind  of fairness' in the world.

A balance of good and bad.
For us to be kind and yet strong
for anything that gets in our way.
Thanks *****! You know you are! Don't complain!~ ^_^ <3
P.S. You're also indecisive like a girl too~ XP
Oct 2014 · 921
~Mockery~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
Until today(though not as often),
in my world, I can 'hear' the mocks of people, even from animals.
When I mess up on a small thing while helping someone,
it's like I can sense that they're making fun of me in their heads.
How I can't do things right, or how maybe I do it differently.
When I'm walking alone,
I can 'hear' the mocks of people, judging on what I wear or how I walk.
When I encounter a cat on my way, I can see it starting at me. Mocking me the way  how I notice its existence. It thinks I'm stupid.
Then again, that's what cats DO. It's a full time job of theirs.
Even with friends, I can sense their mocks of people, gossiping of the way we behave or dress.
In the end,
once I've been mocked,
I'm alone in the end,
as a subconscious laughing-stalk to the eyes of others.
I believe that we all need help, and an aid from a therapist.
v.v
#firstworldproblems
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
During the dark years of my early high school days,
I was a pretty broken-down, emotional kid.
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I use to hate my eyes.
I always wanted to take a fork and gouge'em out.
Just letting it pierce through the tissues and liquids.
Because I hate how it held my emotions in them, my sad background.
I didn't even wanted to look at myself in the mirror, or else I would cry of what I see in them.
I couldn't give eye contacts to people for many years.
I guess, that's when the side bangs came in. So that people wont see my emotions so much.
My bangs became a security blanket since then.
I just really hated the colour of them.
It was nothing but dark grey.
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My hands.
I hated the looks of it.
The eczema, blisters, open flesh wounds, all that ruined for me to show'em.
I hated how it looked too boyish like.
People kept asking me questions of the marks on my hands.
It got to a point that I ended up asking my old man to write a note, so that I can wear gloves in class and school.
So it happened.
The gloves became my security blanket that time, and long sleeves.
I'll just put it out there that I use to cut myself too.
But it wasn't anything severely.
I only have one scar(small) on me, though.
It was a different reason,(don't want to talk about it) I went FULL OUT, used scissors and MY TEETH to tear my flesh(top-below the joint part of my wrist on my left hand, barely visible actually).
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My blonde hair.
That was tough to cover, since obviously it was the MOST VISIBLE to EVERYONE.
Yes,
I got picked-on, being called 'dumb blonde'.
I hate people making stereotypical blonde jokes.
I really wanted to change my hair colour so badly. The only thing that stopped me, was that I got use to seeing myself in that colour, not any other.
So for a while, I had to deal with the blonde jokes. v.v
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~NOW~
I have no problem with my eyes, besides my vision slowly failing me. I can't see things clearly, starting from 5-10 meters away from me. Sometimes it's worse.
Though, I don't have issues doing eye contact anymore, unless if it's guilt or 'unwanted' desires crawl up on me, then I can't look at that person well.
I clip majority of my bangs aside so that I can see more, with style!~ ;)
I just love to see the world now!
I'm pretty visual.
I'm still not crazy about my eye colour, though I'm neutral with it.
It changes from Grey-Blue-Greenish for some reason....
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I don't mind my hands now.
I still got eczema, but it's not so bad now. Now and then I get minor-minor open flesh wounds from blisters.
I love to create stuff with my hands now!
Origami, literature, drawing, artsy-stuff!
I also got work(cashier), so like, I need them....>.>
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My hair.
Now it's the envy of people.
Everyone ADORES the colour of my hair,
DREAMS of having it's texture.
Most of all, they would **** to have it, to be born with it!
Sometimes I make sure it ****** people off, because I know they want to have it! XD
I tell everyone that "It's God's only gift to me."
Of course, now,

IT'S MY CROWN!
Heck, I make blonde jokes to myself now! ;u;
You may hate yourself NOW, ****(teehee) in the future, you'll end up LOVING EVERY BIT OF YOU!~
Believe me~ ^_^
Give it time and experience~
Oct 2014 · 1.1k
~To My Beloved Friend~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
I'm glad I got in touch with you as soon as I can(a long while back).
Or else, I would've always been in a terrible condition, after his depart from me.
I realized how much I missed you when I got reconnected with you.
Your jokes will always be as crazy like you are.
You're the nicest guy that anyone knows.
Like the only person that I know of, that NO ONE talks smack about.
How you do it?
Something about you, that everyone adores(even my family).
You're such a caring friend. You want the best for everyone and never wished them bad.
When we hangout, you'd keep everything so alive!
I appreciate everything about you.
You're so talented and dedicated to get things done!
Ever since you started to play piano, it always brings warmth to my heart and a cure to my sadness. When I call you(especially when I'm tearing into pieces), sometimes I request a piece or you'll simply start playing it.
Now, that you're starting to get into writing,
your stories and poems are AMAZING!!!
There's heart and soul put to it!!!
DUDE!!!! LIKE WHERE THEM GIRLS AT!?!
Seriously, you're those type of guys that came out
straight from them Hollywood romance movies!!!
In the end, we grew up as if we're siblings.
Though at times, I wish it was more.
But it's best to keep it this way.
Like you said, "Maybe in another lifetime",
as you say that to many others too! XD
I love you Neath~ ;u;
Brother dearest, you been there for me through thick and thin~
#viseversa
It breaks me and angers me, to see when you get broken by others.
Oct 2014 · 848
~Puppy Face~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
It all started when my last relationship went down the drain.
Ever since, somehow you started to really shine in my eyes.
You're the cutest in your gang.
Though sadly, I can never talk to you, because of our social stats.
I'm an outcast and your with the preps.
Either way, even if we didn't talk,
we still did through our eyes.
I'm not stupid, I know you look at me too, even if I don't look at you, I have witnesses.
Sometimes I try to make a 'move' by coming up to you and ask a question about whatever is close to relevant.
But for those moments, when I have a good look into your eyes,
there the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
It's like an endless field of green grass being shined by the sun.
It teared me up abit.
I adore you name. It's so nice and rolls off the tongue,
though your last name makes you sound like a terrorist, sadly.
I secretly gave you a nick name of 'Puppy Face' because you have an adorable face like a dog.
Also to cover-up that I was talking about you.....>.>
Don't ask. Just look at yourself in the mirror and put a pic of a Beagle beside you. Though, with curly hair...
But for everytime I had classes with you, it gets me motivated to go to school.
Because of the glances we exchange, I ended up forgetting about my previous relationship as if it never happened, because your glances gave me more affection than he ever did, somehow.
So when it was Valentines Day, I did that anonymous poem to you.
As a 'Thank you' for putting me out of my misery.
In then end, I hope one day we can really hangout and have an actual conversation.
I won't bite, I swear.
Though I might treat you like a dog, because you're cute like one.
But that shouldn't be until way later.
I'll see you soon some day, Puppy Face~ :3
Since we don't really talk, I go on ask.fm to get to know you.
#iknowitspatheticbutwhatelseicando
Oct 2014 · 323
~I'm Fine~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
I know you always see me sad, but that's just me fighting against my sad memories like usual.
But, I'm fine, really, don't worry.
To be honest, I feel way better when your presence is around.
Sure, I may act all tough and ****,
but I've always been like that towards people.
When you're around, sometimes my heart pounds, mostly my head,  and my face burns up.
I-It's pretty lame, but whateves.
I do like to keep my paleness, please~
I don't know what's become of me, though I know my life is reaching a pathetic stage in interests.
Anyways, sometimes I wish there wasn't an age ga-
OVERALL!! All you need to know is that I'M FINE!! You don't need to worry when you see my face gloomy,
just know that when you're around, I'm doing better~ -^_^-
When you see me at work, don't bring this up. Just keep it to yourself. >.>
#peetingkittensinthecorner
Oct 2014 · 339
~Trust~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
I can give trust to anyone.
Friends, family, you, even strangers.
But, it's up to them to show me that they're responsible enough to keep those promises and bonds.
If not, then it'll take thousands of forgiveness to get ONE more chance,
for me to trust again.
If they succeed, they have to make sure that it stays that way until the end.
If they fail,
then it's GAME OVER for good!
#reallifeproblems
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
In the nature of a Leo, they must be the ruler of a place, weather if it's at work or at home, or elsewhere.
Once she found her throne, she rules it until the very end.
She's for sure a very picky creature, weather if it's music, personality, appearance, most of all for her it's fashion;
Never talk back to her WHATSOEVER!
Or else she'll growl at you.
If you pursue her anger by bursting her bubble,
then she'll attack you viciously.
The only way to get into a lions heart,
is too respect their territory and be very loyal and on good terms with them:
honesty and trust are the few keys to unlocking the gates to its heart.
Once you've done that, she'll surrender to you, and will be loyal to you.
That's one of the few weakness of a Leo.
They may be ALL MIGHTY, but in the end,
they're pushovers to the ones they love, hold cherish and are dear to them~
One must be a lion tamer in order to get along with a Leo~

Yeah pretty much it's based on my sis who's a leo, older than me by, ten years, scary as **** when mad, but there's good in her. She'd be cray cray forever in my heart~ :')
Oct 2014 · 660
~Jacqueline Of All Trades~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
Sure, I'm multi-talented.
But just because I'm gifted with talent doesn't mean that things are easy for me.
The said "Jack of all trades, master of nothing."
The reason why,
is due to being too good at many things it makes it tough to pursue which talent.
In the end I enjoy them all~
My life at the moment. v.v
Oct 2014 · 416
~Death Dreams~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
It all started, ever since the ending of my seventeenth years.
Before I always wanted to end my life.
Until that night, when my brain FULL ON woke up and gave me previews.
Previews of DEATH.
Scariest **** ever!
It gave me different feelings and ways off dying.
It was terrible.
(Imagine this)
Your memories starts to fade,
as your heart slowly stops beating,
air running out slowly,
just simply the whole systems is shutting down....
then STOPS!

As I'm lying there covered in sweat I realized, that life is precious.
Like OUR TIME IS TICKING FAST!
We better make something of ourselves to at least be remembered by a good amount of people.
Because in the end, we're just really a tiny portion, compared to the whole ******* universe.
So to all whose reading this.....
STOP COMPLAINING OF HOW '******' YOUR LIFE IS!!! MAKE YOURSELF THE BEST YOU CAN BE IN THIS WORLD! SO THAT THE LIVING CAN CARRY ON THE MEMORIES OF YOU!!!
If you don't, then when you're at your dying point of you life,
you don't want to go out like a  **weeping little *****, do you now?
(don't take it to heart, hopefully like a motivation)
MAKE THE BEST OF YOURSELF!!! THERE'S MANY CHEERING FOR YOU OUT THERE! YOU'RE NOT ALONE!!! XD
Oct 2014 · 1.1k
~I'd Rather Drown~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
I'd rather drown in the sweet, warm memories of you.
Feeling alive again.
In no need of hiding the true me.
Just let me drown,
let me drown,
let me drown,

into the comfort of your loving embrasses.
Instead of being a walking dead.
With the ball chain of psychological pain at my feet.
wearing a clowns mask.
Receiving the pecking orders from many,
for being cold-hearted.
This is the feeling I had from my previous poem "I have fallen".
Oct 2014 · 349
~Look At Us Now~
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
'It takes two to Tango', they said.
We both made our faults. But not as severe as yours.
You tell me that you loved someone else then me.
You tell me that I loved "the you who pretended that you were all 'that'" and this is the real 'YOU'. The YOU who's always been an *** to people, had ***** desires and 'not following the rules', etc.
I still find it ******* that this is 'real you'.
Now look at where you are now:
jobless, because it's too much work and you don't want stress,
living in an apartment with a few friends who are as almost as equal as you, even relatives,
indecisive like a girl, which turns out you wish you were,
you seek for 'your kind of love' when it's your lust,
a cheater and a liar,
the list can go on and on.
And you call that FREEDOM?

I recently found a job, a job that I adore,
I've been as honest as I can,
not as much judgmental than before, then again the whole world is FULL of judgement and opinions. Just learn how to carry on, instead of being a little ***** about it.
I've been fixing **** up in my family, it's doing average so far,
didn't bother to have any other relationships, no point when your hearts-empty-cold.

But the funny thing is in the end,
we can't live without each other.
YOU can't live without HATING me through a screen, and MOCKING me severely. Which makes me wonder that if you truly loved me at one point, in order to have this hatred. They say "Love and Hate is on the same Tip of a Blade". You also look at other girls, seeking for some sort of attention or affection, still drowning in your illusions of delusions, yet I've always been here for you, to give you all off that.

And I can't live without knowing that your doing alright, and missing the
old you.
Only the audience(our friends) can see what has happened between us.
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
As I thought I was doing just fine. Carrying on my life. Finally been able to forget and move on from you.
NO.
I tripped and have fallen backwards into the memories of YOU, as soon as my beloved friend asked me when we were on Mount Royal together for the first time; "Did HE ever brought you here?"
"No. I don't think we ever been here together." I replied.
At that moment, I had flashbacks of the other places we've been together. Which was a handful. But surprisingly, not on that mountain. As I fallen into the banks of memory lane, I poured out how much I missed YOU to my beloved friend. (In tears)
YOUR caresses, kisses, cares, jokes, kindness....
but most of all YOUR  embrasses that made me fall in LOVE with YOU and made me adore hugs and hugging people! Also brought life to my heart! Now I can barely do proper hugs and get **** for not doing it right; and my heart is dead-cold.
And lastly YOUR smiles! OH GAWD HOW I'D **** TO SEE YOUR AMAZING SMILES THAT MELTS MY HEART! I ADORE IT!
Looking back on it brings me happy tears.
And yet, heartaches.
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Just recently, the other morning(out of the blue). I have fallen backwards again.
With a little sweet, lovely, warm, comfortable dream of you.
After playing games with friends while sitting on the mattress on the floor; I turned around and saw YOU.
YOU were lying down-let's say on the couch- and YOU were smiling at me. It was the smile and look that you still loved me. The welcoming smile that I adored. It was the old  YOU. The one before the stupid, ugly tattoos and you hair was abit long. It felt like as if we picked-up were we left of from our lovely part of the relationship.
So crawled up to YOU, had my face close to yours, that our noses were touching.  I grabbed you hand, kissed it and placed it on my right cheek. I missed YOUR  touch. Then we shared kisses like we use too.
Then that dream took off a little bit to the offside.
We left to meet up with someone to buy a new apartment place. Turns out it was my group who were finding themselves and I a place to stay in. Before I carried on with the search of the building, YOU slowly walked away and gave me a look "Are you going to join me or stay here?"
I looked away and gave off a "Staying". I haven't seen you since then. In that dream, it felt like I just had to stay....Sorry dream you
In the end turns out my group and I were runaways from a crime. Then the following few days, them and I had plane tickets to leave the country.

But I wondered if THAT crime was to be with YOU again?
If so, it'd still be worth it.

In the end, I still manage to get up and move forward. Here and there. I  still think of YOU.
In reality, YOU'RE the one who's FALLEN HARD! Deep into the rivers of false pleasures and desires.
.................................YOU Idiot. -.-'
I teared when I typed this up~ -T^T-

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