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 Oct 2017 Emma
Benjamin
Fever Dream
 Oct 2017 Emma
Benjamin
Now I lay me down, in bedlam—
nighttime stories never end well—
and I can’t think to breathe,
the sweat is soaking through the sheets.

Streetlamp lights send shadows skittering
wild and wicked through the blinds; they
cast themselves like hieroglyphics
upon my walls: (is this a sign?)

But no, it’s just a fever dream,
I’ve seen these lights a hundred times, and
I’m always contemplating life:
(a radar blip; a satellite!)

On nights like these,
when, wide awake, I
hysterically search for some escape—
(the heat in here is overwhelming!)
–and as I feel my center slipping,
I look to you; your picture framed.

Grounded in an iris, carved—
or crystallized—out of ice,
(my favorite way to meet destruction
is to be frozen when it starts).

But Frost was right, in his desire—
(you know, the world will end in fire)—
and so I will not sleep for days,
as hidden flames rise ever higher.
 Oct 2017 Emma
katie
Untitled
 Oct 2017 Emma
katie
bang against
the glass and break,
sun against skin
porous thin,
window pane.
we begin the same
no name, no shackled
weight, no net we
seek to escape,
each word yet
unlearnt hangs
unheard
in some unknown
air, waiting to be
plucked fresh
from the vine
imbibed like wine,
into a part of
the heart that learns
the word 'pain'
too often to remain
the same.
 Sep 2017 Emma
Mister J
Ocean
 Sep 2017 Emma
Mister J
I sit alone in front of the campfire,
My eyes glancing at the dancing flame
Imagining life without my only desire
And for my loss I'm the one to blame

In my slumber, I traveled back in time
Locked in a nightmare, I longed to escape
My mind haunted by the sound of the chime
And a cold chill grasps on to my nape

A Dream or Reality? I asked in despair,
Hoping that this is all in my head, all this fear
I just want this gone, I didn't even care
Just remove this curse in me that only I can hear

Moments of torture and hatred suddenly disappeared
In the back of my head I thought, a moment of peace
Yet the night grew darker, and my hope was shattered
A ghostly maiden from my past, weakened me with ease

Salvation was out of sight,
I choose to stay and fight,
Yet the shadows held me tight,
But no longer will I give in to fright

With all my strength I struggled to get free
And ran away from my haunting past
Insanely, I ran as my life flashed before me
And I was wondering, redemption at last?

I jumped towards the sky, pleading for it to take me
I felt invincible, untouchable, full of power and strength
And with one final battle cry, I plunged into the sea
At last, freedom came to me with one last breath

My life is an ocean, full of sadness and pain
Yet within its depths I found eternal peace
Within the underworld my soul sleeps and satisfaction I gained
As fast as the waves of the ocean, all my agony released
6 year old poem. An old piece. One of my first writes.
 Sep 2017 Emma
Mister J
Jokes
 Sep 2017 Emma
Mister J
Sweet little laughter
From these half-meant jokes of us
Makes me fall truly
Haiku #12
 Sep 2017 Emma
Mister J
Hidden
 Sep 2017 Emma
Mister J
Hidden in this heart
Are my feelings kept from you
Should they be revealed?
Haiku #13
 Sep 2017 Emma
Hana Třasková
He came in with ease
Everything froze in a beat
In beauty and breeze
My first one ever haiku. Written in my bathroom in 5 minutes xD. For fun and bcs of my frozen feet. Winter's comming.
 Sep 2017 Emma
Miss Honey
Mother
 Sep 2017 Emma
Miss Honey
When I need to be held
I cannot ask this of anyone
So I fall into my mother
the river
And she catches me
in her current
strong arms
strong waves
of reassurance
I ask her
“Is it right to love like this?”
She presses into me harder
“of course,
my child”
I cry to her,
“I love her, mother”
She floats me downstream
wrapped in her whirling hymns
past the falls
past the sharp rocks
and unkind matters
There’s no one else to be found but us
And she showed me this time
Her miracles are my answer
“Will I be okay?"
 Sep 2017 Emma
Art
Insomnia
 Sep 2017 Emma
Art
Consciously unconscious.
Thinking about everything.
Thinking about nothing.
Experimenting with shorter poems.
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