I can barely remember the year I fell in love
with love. She took me everywhere I wanted to go
and home was wherever she was.
I have detailed memories of when Love, fell
out of love with me. I sat in shock as she dropped
me off at my home. Who knew home could feel
like nowhere at all?
Memories that I still haven't forgotten.
What to do
Lost in the waves
Thrashing around me
Tossing me to and fro
Like the kelp in the ocean
During a tempest.
- Emily M
May 7th, 2019
Unplug yourself and feel.
YOU are the current,
Something of an eel.
With your own sharp deterrent
To all those things you hate.
Be the change.
Let my old wounds be a warning
Shock your pain.
Do something different tomorrow morning.
from his warmth
and fifty-five dollars
boxed and bagged
her credit card
vacuum sealed denim
icy flames lick leap
north south east west
acrid burnt air
HCl has defied gravity
descent to hell
two styrofoam boxes
scalp to soles
punctures this time
she swats it away
dilated gaping chasm
Feet bash linoleum.
Blurred limbs hurl
grasp lift stuff
ping bounce roll
opioids. and that was all.
Sometimes it takes distance to bring fury.
The way my mother boils thinking back to what my father said to his children
When we still were children
And she hid behind a glass of wine and solemnity.
There's a quavering fire in her voice now when we talk about his **** fits
replacing her quavering smallness from then.
When a lanky café singer
who loved Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds
Stole my breath
… and something small and soft and white from me in a Monterey
Monterey parking lot
But you had better believe
It wasn't my fault his hands were warped and crusted with filth.
His touching me
did NOT make me filthy.
When the curly haired beauty
with his biting, crinkling, smiling eyes
that flash above his mischief mouth
Poured all his sweetness onto me
Just to have me shocked at the bruises
Purple and green and sudden on the heels of his softness ,
I was lost and confused
and blamed myself for his
I found my brimstone, hours later
Lapping at my lips after a cardboard confrontation
Just because you have a vulnerable heart
doesn't mean you have to be a coward.
Just look at me.
Did she end it?
As I'm thinking,
slips into me.
I don't know
where I stand,
I don't leave
wanting to drink
this old grief
in gulps that
leave no room
No one answers
those words mean?
about the night,
but has no idea
that I'm in
eating the night
Yes I know
is that what
you made flowers grow in my lungs
and left without warning me that they
would grow in your absence and
now, you look at me strangely
as I choke on the remains of
what you planted.
I saw the words flowers and lungs and I got inspired.
Pourquoi ça m’a arriver?
Pourquoi j’ai reçu cette Miracle?
Pourquoi pas les autres?
Pourquoi pas quelqu’un d’autre?
Il y’a des gens beaucoup plus important que moi:
Je ne suis personne.
Ça devrait être quelqu’un d’autre:
Le petit garçon qui cri pour ça mère chaque nuit,
L’homme qui devient juste être père,
Le Grand-père qui a tout ça famille entouré de lui,
Pourquoi moi et pas eux?
Je ne le comprend pas!
Je ne peux pas exprimer comment je suis heureux,
Mais au même temps triste pour les autres.
Je veux reconstruire ma vie.
Chaque jours est important,
Alors je ne veux pas les gaspiller.
Je vais les utiliser pour faire du bien.
Je ne sais pas comment encore,
Mais maintenant c’est ma seul objective de vie.
Je ne veux pas que ça soit pour rien.
Miracles are a huge blessing but can also be hard to accept.
Les miracles sont incroyable mais ça peut être dure à les accepter.