"emmatell" poems
This morning I woke up
with the voice of a light Greek siren
screaming inside of my head
And I've kept it all day
the promise I made the siren
I've been awful all day
but in such a joyful way
I did exactly what I shouldn't
the one thing I've been dreaming about
and dreaming about not doing
The siren made me do it
With her delightful voice
she betrayed my mind
I can still say no
but I don't want to
Now I don't wanna disappoint her
and her beautiful voice
Even though I know
the siren may someday be turning
into the sound of a siren
- Emmatell
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
What if
In Arabic there's a word
That describes your feeling
In this invisible moment
perfectly
What if
In French there's a phrase
That describes your tear
And why it's running now
perfectly
What if
In Swahili there's a poem
That describes your past
And why it isn't gone
perfectly
What if
You live your life
Without even noticing
That your wicked, stupid mind
Can easily be perfectly described
- Emmatell
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Shiny hair
framed the perfect face
with cheekbones build in stone
and red lips, so big and oh so kissable
I wrote a book
only about those eyes
two wet crystals surrounded
by her lovely long luscious lashes
Provocation beauty
her body was a piece of art
collarbones just as sharp as knives
shoulder blades like the wings of an angel
But her mind was a place
where I wouldn't wish my worst enemy
empty - yet burning
filled up - yet freezing
- Emmatell
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
Sometimes when you're all alone
In the whole world, in the middle of the night
The sight of those small patient pieces of light up in the sky
Makes my tears dry
I look down on the street, where small raindrops are patiently lying
I know they are lighten up by the city light
But they somehow reminds me of the stars
Like if those small marks after the rain earlier are a reflection of the light in the sky.
And that makes me think that maybe I too is just a sad reflection
of something in the sky
only lighten up by city lights.
- Emmatell
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
I didn't know I was that fragile
I didn't know that when my body is filled up
It will eventually explode
And everyone will be able to see the cracks
From where my alarming red thoughts are floating in the night
- Emmatell
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
It is terrifying
absolutely devastating
what thoughts swim into
the ocean of my mind
at night
Thoughts about
the painful joy
of breaking
every
single
little
bone
and thoughts about
the joyful pain
to cut over
every
single
little
vein
Just so that I will know
If I ever was alive
- Emmatell
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
You may think
That the running blood
Would be the most painful
You are so wrong
The most painful is lying there
When the voice that used to touch you
Can't even reach you
Usually it could make you cry
And that helped a lot
It would touch your feelings
Make you feel alive
Now..
You just lay there
You need open cuts to feel alive
The high notes, the strong words
You almost thought was written for you
Isn't enough
And yes
The bruises are painful
But not near as bad
As being dead
inside
- Emmatell
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC