"emf" poems
I was born lavendar but melted and sunk and dripped down walls like hot wax until I found myself pooled at the bottom, only my dad used to smoke indoors and drywall and smoke have an infatuation, so now I am only a smoky maroon.
I never used to believe in ghosts, but now EMF scanners explode and the room is chilled every time I take a good, long look in the mirror.
I used to be sturdy,
like a tree with more rings than my mother keeps in her top drawer, but now my joints crack like firewood every morning when I get out of bed and I stretch wide enough to fill a whole forest.
I used to shudder when boys looked at the pattern on my skirt,
but eventually the dip of my collarbones became a sanctuary for every pious boy to visit, eyes closed and speaking in tongues, the heads of their beds becoming crucifixes but the only thing getting nailed was me.
I realize I am different now. But I also realize that photographers find smoke beautiful, and babies can see the dead. i remember that marshmallows are best over campfires and that some people still believe in god.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
*You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
Now listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you...*
-EMF
*You weigh the world with your questions
You'd have us tell no lies
I'm always asking what it's all about
Now listen to your replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you...*\
THE THINGS YOU SAY,
-EMF
JESUS
you're
unbelievable...
YOU'RE SO UNBELIEVABLE!
-DJM
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
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**No,
I don’t want to go out,
not trying to be negative,
nor am I trying to hang out,
with people who are negative,
which is why I don’t want to go out,
no,
no way,
you’re not getting me out today,
don’t care what you do,
or what you say,
I’m perfectly fine here,
with my nostalgia and insecurities,
and I’m paranoid enough already,
so please I don’t need any one or thing else to worry me,
I’m fine in my own mind,
in my own home in my own room,
where I spin these stories,
which makes this room more of a cocoon,
but if this room is a cocoon,
then does that make me a butterfly,
or better yet a catepillar,
my mind’s drifting again whatever never mind,
just forget it,
it’s easier to just not care,
no need to pretend you want to attend to my wounded heart,
believe me you don’t want to mess with the mess that’s in here,
I’m a troubled soul,
we both are,
so what good would two troubled souls be together,
that’d just be double trouble for sure,
sure,
I might seem popular if you read my Facebook posts,
and sure from the outside looking in,
I might look like I’m living life the most,
heck,
a lot of people even call me a Player,
but I’m not a Player I don’t even play,
at least not anymore,
and I’m writing this like it matters,
like this poem will be the one that the world shares with itself,
like I haven’t written enough already,
like three #1’s in a row isn’t enough,
it’s never enough,
nothing ever is,
that’s why I’m not going out,
before I even get into anything I’m already over it,
not sober with,
my anxieties getting the best of me,
yeah I guess it’s a natural high,
if you consider a natural high EMF’s and caffeine,
and I don’t even think you know what I mean,
and if you do you probably don’t care,
and if you care I probably don’t notice,
and that’s exactly why I’m staying right here,
I’ll save us both the trouble,
so we don’t have to go out and you don’t have to feel awkwards,
because if we go out I won’t be able to let loose,
because I’ll just be thinking about how our society is so perverse,
how we party away,
having drinks that cost more than most people make,
see it seems the only way to have a good time is to be in denial,
and I am a lot of things but one thing I’m not is fake,
I can’t pretend,
don’t even want to,
I’m not your Arm Candy or your Sugar Daddy,
we are already even so I don’t owe you,
anything,
nope not a thing,
and no I’m not going out,
so please stop asking,
as if,
any one is even asking though,
it’s Friday night and the phone doesn’t even ring,
oh well I guess I’m better off alone,
so no I don’t want to go out,
not trying to be negative,
nor am I trying to hang out,
with people who are negative,
which is why I don’t want to go out,
no,
no.
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆**
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
I won’t ever die
When I grow up, I want to be a flower.
One that grows wild, and beautiful, and free.
But when my short life as a flower ends,
Because nothing as beautiful as a flower, can last forever.
I’ll spend some time as a bird in a life past pollen and elegant petals.
I would become a high flying creature of life.
I could travel to great places and never feel alone,
All birds have a flock; a place to be wanted.
As a creature of hollow bones and feathers, one envied by all,
I could finally see the light into my next life.
A simple rooted life could actually be the one for me.
A tall, magical oak tree, I would be.
I would provide a home for many creatures of nature,
A lovely shaded spot to dream upon,
And the power to live through generation after generation.
Towering over all and not easily knocked down;
Something I wish I could say about my ‘human’ self.
But when it comes the day, I whittle and die,
I’ll become a whole new life until happiness is found.
emf
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Stuck to the clean screen,
like a little feign queen,
in this collective dream being,
sending smoke signals through green screens,
“What are you doing?”,
well to make a long story short I’m dreaming,
trying the shake the feeling that I can’t wake up,
that all this time I’ve wasted is time I can’t make up,
wake up,
look up,
why are you all crunched down,
hunched down staring at that little pixel screen,
can’t you see what you have standing in front of you,
is a manifested miracle called Life AKA a Human Being,
and you’re a human too,
and we used to have freedom,
remember having deja vu,
and getting that goosebumps feeling,
“What are you doing?”,
what do you find so interesting on that screen,
what are you seeing in the EMF neon,
a warm glow a comfort of sorts,
the key to your own coliseum?
seen through a clean screen,
that you feign for like a feign queen,
in this collective dream being that we’re all seeing,
sending smoke signals through green screens,
“What are you doing?”,
well to make a long story short I’m dreaming,
from green rooms to blue seas,
Android is the new morphine,
coke is old alcohol *****
and ****** is boring,
so boring I’m snoring,
think I need a soul slap,
we can not all be Kanye,
but we can always soul clap,
see you on your cell phone,
and want to give you a hand slap,
remind you to get back to reality,
before you wake up and this Life’s a wrap.
Trying the shake the feeling that I can’t wake up,
that all this time I’ve wasted is time I can’t make up…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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∆
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
it's 4:03 in the morning and i lie awake thinking of everything.
why am i still awake?
why do some beautiful people have such ugly souls? myself included.
why is the future the only thing that really scares me?
why does it feel so good to cry sometimes?
where would i be without my friends?
why do i have this huge want to just drive away and not come back?
i think about everything.
the only thing in life that's guaranteed is death.
why is unhappy the easiest thing to be?
why is happiness so hard to truly immerse oneself in?
it's 4:13 in the morning, why am i still awake?
emf
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Busy roads and traffic jams,
I travel the dirt highways,
I eliminate the EMF’s
I isolate the alpha waves..
I monitor the drama
by the static in the air,
unattached to any outcomes
yet I remain judgmentally aware.
My affiliation’s cannot blind me,
my role is to thrive.
Here in my paradise I’m truly alive!
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 8:09 AM UTC