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 May 2017 Emma Faith
Anne Webb
They say there isn't much to live for nowadays
but for love and for beauty of the trees
and for flowers which remind me of your face
and the colour of your mind which only my eye sees.

Your lips are the colour of a rose
and only when they smile the world feels whole
like the cupids with their arrows and their bows
they pierce my heart and overwhelm my soul.

Like the hummingbird's faithful song
your sweet voice can open all doors
you make me feel right, even though I'm wrong
so my heart and my body are for ever yours.

And never before have I loved someone more
and I would live for you, die for you or unleash a war.
I wrote this for a friend for her literature class. But when she read it, she said it was too "professional" and that her professor would never believe she wrote it. So instead I put it here.
I want to believe in a world
Where ashes do not go back to ashes,
Where dust will not go back to dust,
Or into the bones
Of oblivion.

I want to believe in a world
Where hats would drop off
When the artist speaks,
Or sows together pieces
Of melancholy and precision.

Yes, I want to believe in this perfect world
Where a thought can be bought
For more than a penny,
But for a whole
Golden mine.

This world is both yours and mine,
So please believe in it,
So we can stop beating around the bush
When it comes to you and me
And art.
This is for all the artists out there feeling they are not worth it. Or thinking their art is not good enough. Your art is worth it. This is the kind of world we create, so please believe in it. Believe in your art, as this is the way of making a difference.
 May 2017 Emma Faith
ghost girl
every so often,
we lose the fight.
the night sky disappears
behind thick cloud,
and we lose the light.
and the rest of the world
seeps in like thick smoke,
and we can't ignore
the raging fire out there
anymore.

you ask me a thousand times,
please take my hand,
and even though
you're within reach,
I let it go.
I won't mean to, but I
let go.
 May 2017 Emma Faith
Anne Webb
Hello
I have a request for you
or a favour if you will
I need an advice
from someone like you
but then I guess I could ask anyone
Still
do you mind?
do you have a minute?
a minute to spare I mean
for someone like me
but then again a minute for anyone
Well
I hope you do
but I guess you’re busy
who isn’t these days?
we rush to live
and keep running around in circles
Oh
did you hear?
they won again
and the others lost
curious huh?
and here I thought it’ll be different this time
Now
excuse me
it seems I’m delirious
I felt different for a while
nevermind, though,
it’s all gone now, all back to normal
Right
my question
I almost forgot
see, I’ve lost something
something important to me;
I seem to have lost myself in the crowd
Once
I looked around
And I couldn’t find my shadow
between all the same people
I blended in with the crowd
and I think I wasn’t the only one
Thanks
for your help
(help us, will you?)
we all need to find ourselves
but hurry up before we all
lose our shadows and become one

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