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Emma Jun 2016
Calm bamboo sandals adorn my soles
Tapping along stone tiles
Soaked in the Sun
Red flags float along the Summer breeze
Blown by the wind
Like dandelion seeds

Suspended in the sultry July air
The kiss of first-lovers
The sweetness of a pear
Lost between pillars on an ardent August eve
A friend beside the river
A dream upon a stair

O this city of stone, this city of wax
This city we carry
On all of our backs
This city of stone, this city we adore
This city will rise
And rise forevermore

This city above the sea, built up upon the clouds
This city of fortune
And freedom's sweet sound
When the new sky has come and the old one is gone
This city will forever
Be where I belong
Emma Jun 2016
I cannot cry my lord where am I and why
Lord can I not cry on these dying lies
Nor return again from fields that wilt
To sheath myself by my sunken hilt

I travel through time to a time I was heard
Believing a song but forgetting the words
In my funeral robes of white satin at night
I cannot see my god between the dark and the light

If you had given me one reason to live
Oh if you had only given me a soul to give
If you had delivered to me the courage to forgive
Oh if you had loved me, enough to forbid

Oh Lord what have you done with my heart
The abhorrent creature which hides in the dark
Less than the beast of something which flew
The broken silhouette of something which grew
From the ashes of the great creator
I don't even know
Emma Jun 2016
The stone will climb, I am confident
The same stone, same mountain
Same result, and up again
I go tired and on the verge of collapse
Yes, I have become stronger
And yes I will continue
As the sun retires red and fading
The crows return to their nests
Sleep taunts me insufferabely
Right or wrong is a choice
But the right answer is wrong

I can't write

I can't write

And the posters on the wall
Tell the same old story of love
And infinite possibilities
How shall I waste my time?
Staring at the ceiling above

The same old story

I don't know

Where will I get my strength from
When my knees fall beneath me
Emma Jun 2016
The vena cava explosion
Liquid sadness fills the emptiness
Left by the betrayal

I feel like less
Than a worthwhile person
As I hammer this final nail

Lowering my voice
As if there is some lesson
Which would render life bearable

Some snake oil remedy
Temporarily for sale
Somewhere else

I wonder
Is there is anyone able
To feel the way I do

May I somehow transfer knowledge
To you
What am I saying

Sorry
Who the **** even are you anyway
I am sorry but
Who am I talking to

*The line is dead
Emma Jun 2016
Sighted lost
A splintering boat
Upon a storm
The rain ran
Relentlessly
On black waves
As meteor stars flashed above
This vessel
Struggled

The Sun's light
Pours
Over squinting eyes
Like honey
Shining crows caw
With the tree's leaves chuckling
At something unfunny

I decay inside
With my honesty in my head
I have become rotten

A spectre of nothing seen fleeting
Running like the mist
Beyond the light
Followed vainly
In a dream
Like midnight
In the darkness
Not alive
Emma Jun 2016
Flicking through photos online
Of nights out I wish I were invited to
The cameras flash and all turn and look

Putting on their best smile
All dressed up for this social competition
Faces under make-up almost beyond recognition

I am jealous
Oh look, there is my best friend
Who never seems to talk to me
Who never sleeps alone

Who feeds me advice
From websites he thinks
I haven't already read

Yes I know what Dr. Whatshisface said
Yes I know it will pass
Yes I know that it's all in my ******* head

And I may be bitter and lonely and angry
I may be often inclined to whine and to moan
But what sane person enjoying their own time
Needs so many ******* pictures to prove it?

Oh look there is everyone I ever loved
Oh look there is everyone who never cared
Far away on the other side of the country
Not wanting to know me

Their smiles taunt
The arm around the shoulder
The fake friendly satisfaction (I hope)
The vainly sought interaction

I am jealous
And I realise
How tedious are their ordeals

Their false social conventions
I hate every single one of these
Disgusting self satisfied short sighted

Pretentious people
But I will always long insatiably
For their attention
Emma Jun 2016
The cold is as sudden as a memory
Of something once forgotten
When the tide decides to drown
My aimlessly drifting self
I'll watch the blue light sift through in rays
For as far as can be seen
From the bottom of this tranquil sea

My teeth fire like machine guns
Rattling in my mouth two rows have begun
To battle, these goosebumped limbs will not behave
As they should do
Droplets of debris frantically scatter
My body an earthquake
My mind overcome by the waves

Until I have collapsed
Upon the burning sand
And I am glad I could not stand
I lay motionless upon the palm of God
A soft fire surrounding my very being
Like a warm blanket upon a winter's evening
The Sun's love massages my naked back
Like a helping hand
My only friend
I went to the beach today
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