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Emma Jul 2016
Blows the red autumnal wind
As tea-stained leaves roll
Through messy hair
Under boots puddles splash

Wintry witch-claw trees
Hands grasp for new life
In harsh December ice
No Summer will arrive

Until burning daffodils push up
And uncover hidden mice
Children play without worry
Always getting closer

To the day when Summer comes
When all our troubles add up
And green leaves sway tranquil
Hanging on for dear life
Emma Jun 2016
Each shephard sat around his feet
And as he pause they wonder
What secret would he say
But his solemn mouth speaks only
Of a sage of the holy way
High atop an ice breezed peak
The sage can be found to speak
To sing songs of the great Jomski

Who did command ten thousand men
On frigid Icelandic sea
Soaring 'neath open sky
In longships landed these men ashore
To plunder and pillage all in sight
And settle and rest did each man then
And drunk on their worship soon begin
To sing songs of the great Jomski

And when one day the great Jomski lieth
On damp soil wounded by the fateful spear
A solemn dove could be seen flying
Towards those mourning friends of home
With dreaded message of his dying
And as such crowds flood his sombre wake
All who cometh doth partake
To sing songs of the great Jomski
I don't know if this makes sense with the "eth"s and stuff but yeah.
  Jun 2016 Emma
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Kraken

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
Emma Jun 2016
I fought against the beauty of the automaton's playing
Seeing it's calculated metal digits scanning keys
The languid symphony as a set of logical steps

And you'd think it would sound robotic
Remember those old movies: evil robot, red light
A computer voice lecturing feeble-minded people

Something missing from the synthetic noise
Something human.  But each note is met perfectly
The sound so beautiful I try not to hear it

Because if this machine has succeeded
In the only thing left to make us different
What am I exactly?
  
What is life?
And what is lust?
What is love?

When the only thing to make us human
Is our stubborn belief in being special
Floating in this endless unforgiving Universe

Where are we going?
Emma Jun 2016
If I only spoke to you
You would think of me as a genius
You'd have no idea
Where my terrible thoughts originate

Or if I spoke in riddles
That you could mold in your head
Transforming them into new feelings
Things you already know

Maybe that is what I do
When I cheat your mind
I use you like a psychic
Preying on vulnerability

A medium for the subconscious
Twisting vague words
Which only work
If you believe them
Emma Jun 2016
Do you really think you'll never change?

Your heart will never be the same
Do you really think you're the one to blame?

You're seeing changes every day
Feeling things that you can't explain

Do you really think it's ok
To think your whole life away?

Do you think there's nothing more than now
Nothing left to learn?

But what do you know?
And what else can I say?
You know you just have to go
You have to find your own way

So you're probably feeling
The same things as me
You probably want to run
You probably want to hide

You probably never thought
You'd ever be
Who you are
Who you've become
Now this tension runs your life
You've been caught

And yes, it's going to be hard

But Never
B e l i e v e
Or think
You Are Alone

You aren't
And you never will be
I'll be here
And we'll get through this
Together
Emma Jun 2016
I was hiding behind my sunglasses
On the pier that day as chatter filled the air
I saw smiles in the bustling crowds of a species I hated
There were stares from every side
As people spoke behind my back
I couldn't breath, they had cornered me

Tears ran down eyes where no one could see
Blood ran down my throat from bitten lips
And did you know I was too afraid to hug Nan?
Beacause I was afraid of what people would think
I was afraid of how I looked
And I think every day of how I'll never see her again
And how that was the worst thing
I've ever done
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