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Claire Nation Mar 2016
I see her take test shots
of a sunset so perfect
it could of been painted by the girl she
is about immortalize in film
And I wonder if this is what she planed

A fast food servant
at Jimmy John's
Photography on the side
and of what A high school senior's face

Is this where she imagined
Her college diploma would take her
To take photograph after photograph
of an awkwardly posed girl
This is her
Art
And I wonder if this is how she wants to express it

I look at that warm purple, red, orange, and yellowed sky
It could have been a water colored painting it was so stunning

My sister came out to the yard
A multi-acre pasture
Some clicks later and my sister's photo-shoot ends

I wonder if I will end up like my Cousin Emilee
A slave to a fast food chain.
Will I write poetry
After my shift at some random fast food place
Desperately trying to pay rent
All the while making sure I can get to the next
open mic night
Waiting for a break I may never get
Is this meant to be my fate

I wonder if when I am looking at my cousin Emilee if
I am glancing my own future
Eleanor Sep 2018
Emilee, her memory
The child within her television tv
The last standing immigrant of Chile
And a standstill on the blooming lilies
Flowers don't sprout in the withering hot
And babies are mourned when the cradle drops
Water is set free, along with the husbands
Someone, dear god, allow us to keep this bun in the oven
mother's poem about her deceased, child, daughter, and her cries for safety for her baby in the war torn comical country
I fell for a love, named Emilee.I fight the love, but thoughts of her
reoccurring strong
like remedy's. Looking at the mirror, imaging her right beside me, lips so sweet the taste is delighting.Wanting to feel the warmth of her hug, day dreaming of holding on to her and falling in love.Wanting to love her, I do secretly and discreetly, in her eyes I see heaven, made my life completely.
She's red rose loved perfect, lies untold to me because I see only truth through her beautiful surface.She's worth it,
what would I do just to hold her, they say
"beauty lies in the eye of the beholder",
thats why you belong in my arms, because I cannot let this world
continue makin you colder.

By: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
12-16-11
Mitchell Mar 2013
When thoughts of drunken absurdity
Rambles through your brain
And the stain upon your pearl lapel
Can no longer repel the miser's giggle
Make sure you have a life vest
Make sure you have a nights rest
For the morning tide is rising and soon to come

When no one knows your name except the mirror
And He even shows sign of struggle in thought
Admit no defeat until the last bullet has been fired
We are tired but not lost, this dear country
We are spent but not trampled, this dear country
We are taken but not took quite yet, this dear country
Attention to the clouds, for that is where the victory lies

When the caverns of time have finally collapsed
And where we came from is truly lost
See at last that the crystal chandeliers were all for show
Split Titanic a symbol for man's adamant push of dreams
Seen to accept death for progress, watch the melting snow
It comes, it goes, it comes again until the first rain
And again we see life and death in such extreme simplicity

When the running rivers finally hit the dam
Do not **** man, for we need our restrictions to stay sane
Only a chosen few can look into the Melville void
And scream with spear in hand, "Fight for Eternity!"
The echo cannot be heard, only the memory of a fight
We were young when we danced unseen and painted in the night

When the love of the desert finally blows its final wind
The cactuses shrivel then within themselves
And passing Emily and Emilee brush their hair one last time
The stars blink, shutter, and freeze like water to ice
Hold your heart in your right pocket, your soul in your left
The markets are all stocked but feel every door is locked

When the phrases have all ended
And the money is all gone
Seek no shelter but the comfort of death
Of an unforgiving World
Created from the chaos to futile to fight
See that we are that and everything is us
Hold thy' brother and sister - we have no father's or mother
We were born together
And do no despise or be afraid
Of dying at last together
Ayeglasses Apr 2020
It is these embers that I feel spite
Borne of the fire fuel’d by due diligence
Oftentimes float past my skin
Glimmer with whimsy as they do not touch
Yet when they do I am tempted to dive
I want you to be unhappy
For what love you withheld;
I want you to change back
For you aren’t what I loved;
There are no others.

These pass as a sting to my flesh but a moment
Heat remains only as an afterthought
I will recall purple skies and shoulder teardrops.
I will recall pianos and construction sites.
My spite is human - but its passing is humane.
moments of spite in the nostalgia of love

— The End —