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ShuckFacedGirl Jun 2015
A young lady, she reminded me of you when you were younger, she was seeking an adventure. She wanted to have a little fun, no harm.  Her name was Emmi. Although she was looking for something new and exciting, she never saw it coming, the poor girl.

She ventured towards the outskirts of the forest her mother has always told her to avoid, no matter the circumstances, which of course only fed her desire to discover what the trees hid from her prying eyes. A small jingle rang through the mellow breeze, which startled Emmi, for no one was around, or so she thought. After traveling a few more paces, She heard again, this time more clear. Now, Emmi could see the trees more clearly from where she was standing, just a few more paces from the inconspicuous woods.

Once again the jingle sounded, but this time, it lasted. Jing-jing-jingle, jing-jing-jingle. jing-jing-jingle, jing-jing-jingle. Down from the leafy and full trees above, gracefully flying, almost dancing blue and yellow bird about the size of the finches that are common in Emmi’s town. The strange bird stops mid-air a few feet from Emmi’s face, obviously intrigued by her, after a moment or two, floats closer to her and ***** its head to one side and studies her. The bird has long wings that look like a beta fish’s fins; flowing and fantastical. It has lucid purple eyes, and a plush yellow underbelly. What’s most striking are the three prominent appendages that have medallion shaped bells at their ends, across the top and bottom of the bird that match the color of the side they are on. While hovering, the bird sways slightly back and forth, which makes the bells jingle.There are also some black lines that cup the creatures face, which comes to the point of a small sharp black beak. Its tail feathers were stretched out and tapered off to a slender blue foot with small orange talons.

The bird zoomed over Emmi’s head and made a U-Turn, and stopped at the tree line, waiting for Emmi to follow. Overwhelmed with joy, Emmi trailed after her new discovery. She followed the bright jing-jing-jingle of the bird through the dim woods, oblivious of the eyes that weren't far behind.

Sometime passed, and the bird was still fluttering on and Emmi was still on its trail, and developing second thoughts. Light begun to filter through the leaves, and Emmi located a light up ahead indicating a break in the trees. The jing-jing-jingling was her only guide through the forest, so when it disappeared, she felt panic shiver up her spine. Blinded by fear, she ran towards the mysterious light, the pine needles crunching behind her, and low branches move out of her way, without out her pushing them to the side…. and with every crunch she makes, another echos behind her, and a few more echo the echo.

Emmi raced out of the forest, and into light. She found freedom, but it didn’t last for long. Emmi found a clearing, and merely trapped herself. Whatever was making the echoing crunches behind her did not appear, at least not at first. The forest was silent besides a breeze ruffling the leaves and pines, and Emmi’s racing heart. Suddenly a loud crack rings through the clearing, like lightning striking a tree, and Emmi freezes . The ground beneath her starts to move, making her legs tremble. Ever so slowly, Emmi turns to see a once dead tree, it’s wood splintered, creating the appearance of a wild grimace, its roots snaking between the dirt and grass, and it’s branches towering over Emmi’s head. Her jaw dropped and was about to let out a blood-curdling scream, but all was silent.
Emily Sliver Nov 2014
The wooden swing underneath me,
It creaks as it slowly rocks to and fro to the tempo of the blowing wind,
My feet refuse to touch the grass,
For they want to disturb neither the surreal silence that courses through me,
Nor the perfection of the dewy grass under my being.
Another gust of air caresses my hair,
It lingers before it escapes and leaves me almost in despair.
The weather yearns to reach true summer,
But it never quite does.
A rusty bike leans on the late wooden fence,
A single white undergarment lies draped over a bright blue string,
A filthy watering can positions itself,
Next to a meager patch of small purple flowers.
These small flowers are so trifling,
They’re so insignificant.


When I enter the house,
I know I’ll take in the sweet aroma of berries,
Heaps upon heaps.
Up my nose, the scent will creep.
Oh the smell of the freshest most delectable summer fruits.
The kind that make sure they leave their mark,
No matter how careful you are.
The kind that leave juices dripping down your wrists.
The kind that make my tongue a canvas splattered with red dyes.
I’ll look into my Mummi’s bright blue eyes,
I’ll stare at the lines on her face.
There will be something so young about her,
But underneath the creases, stretch marks, and wrinkles,
I won’t be able to tell what it is.


I’ll imagine her meeting my grandfather,
Way back when he was a handsome young man,
At least from the photographs.
Her blue eyes would admire him.
They’d watch him light a cigarette,
Turn the page of a fresh novel.
She knew she was in love.
At the time she didn’t know,
One day she’d bear his seven children.
Her spouse and her firstborn son would have left before she had the chance to.
She’d live in this house alone,
It’d be the only thing she’d known,
A time capsule stuck in the nineteen seventies,
It’d be littered with old cassettes,
Sepia photographs,
Refrigerator magnets.
She’d sit on her rocking chair,
Until her mistakes could no longer be repaired.
Letting the days languidly slip away.
She’d listen to the chair’s unchanging creaks,
And the murky sounds escaping the radio,
The one with the fork planted into one of its antennas.
She’d watch those old sepia photos
Begin to add only the reddest reds and bluest blues,
Until finally she’d witness wedding pictures,
Communion snapshots,
In the most vibrant colors.
The television would add channels,
Whilst the old library truck would forget her address.
It didn’t matter,
She’d read every book anyway.



Life would have left without her.
She’d have neither traveled much nor loved enough.
She’d watch her oldest daughter leave,
Trying to grasp and hold onto those cravings her mother never could achieve.
She’d say,
“Mummi’s little girl will fly high as the sky and run quick as the August wind.”
But I know that when I enter that same, humble home,
And smell those same aromas I know,
She’ll say oh so simply,
“Emmi, muru, would you like some more strawberries?”
Inspired by my Summers spent in rural Finland.
Trois petits pâtés, ma chemise brûle.

Monsieur le Curé n'aime pas les os.

Ma cousine est blonde, elle a nom Ursule,

Que n'émigrons-nous vers les Palaiseaux !


Ma cousine est blonde, elle a nom Ursule,

On dirait d'un cher glaïeul sur les eaux.

Vivent le muguet et la campanule !

Dodo, l'enfant do, chantez, doux fuseaux.


Que n'émigrons-nous vers les Palaiseaux !

Trois petits pâtés, un point et virgule ;

On dirait d'un cher glaïeul sur les eaux.

Vivent le muguet et la campanule !


Trois petits pâtés, un point et virgule ;

Dodo, l'enfant do, chantez, doux fuseaux.

La libellule erre emmi les roseaux.

Monsieur le Curé, ma chemise brûle !
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
A grey night has fallen upon my dusty eyes
A dark road awaits my worn tires
The smell of a musty sleeping bag is faint
As I pack my life into a bag of tears

A cloud of smoke draws sadly into the wind
A tree cracks with old age
I am nothing but a shadow for the stars
As I drive into the night fearing tomorrow

The road is old and torn by dreams
The day is too long it will never end
Thinking of the past is too much to bare
As I drink from the never ending bottle of faith

A stale taste grows old in my mouth
A cigarette burns so slowly and calm
The rain falls to relax my mind
As I shut my eyes just a little too long

A. Emmi 04/04/06
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
Under me the weight pushes upwards
Contesting all emotion inside my eyes
Looking outward I bare and grit
Loosing balance I tumble and spin

Unparalleled by any past trauma
I craft a future I do not own
Conceding to fate I hold my heart
A heavey burden smoldering slow

A constant thread pulling away
Piling up into a tattered mess
Shattered glass broken once again
Swept up and tossed aside

Sitting idle thoughts asunder
Grazing for a smile a feeling missed
Anxious waiting a hard task indulged
Forever knowing nothing at all

A. Emmi
02/15/18
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
Whispering in my mind.
No time to find.
Soul searching worry.
As vision goes blurry.

Head hung low.
So much I don't know.
Wondering is constant.
Cant accept the concept.

Always searching.
Restless yearning.
Heart is burning.
Life disturbing.

No Escaping.
Brain is aching.
Shaking and pacing.
Cant stand the waiting.


A. Emmi 03/19/18
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
You come to me disturbed mind
Looking For answers you can not find
Seeking distraction a hopeful thought
A peaceful life can not be bought

So beautiful you are but do not know
All the vibrant bliss and potential
In drink you will find it only hides pain
In drink you will find you have no gain

Look deep inside and find what you seek
For the future is not so sad and bleak
For tomorrow will arrive same as today
You can make it yours in each and every way

But stir if you must in the bottle of courage
Forever wondering forever discouraged
Or find within that beautiful soul
Take her back and let the dice roll


A. Emmi 03/21/18
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
I've been stuck in the middle for a long time.
I've been stuck in the gutter before.
I've been turned around for the last time.
Now its time to open that door.

I have fallen away from the bottom.
I have climbed up once again.
I have risen to the occasion.
Now its time that I begin.

Sometimes you have to be starving.
To understand how hunger hurts.
I've never been so determined.
To put my thoughts into my words.

A. Emmi 02/22/18
Anthony Emmi Dec 2018
Dear Dad.

Its been eighteen years since I seen you last.
Since I seen you smile or heard you laugh.
My best friend, for the short time we had.
My mentor, my hero, my Dad.

How have I been since you went away?
So many things, so much to say.
I met the woman of my dreams.
It didn't work out, that's life it seems.

We had a daughter a little red head.
Love at first sight, just like you said.
Her name is Abigail, she looks a lot like you.
Ill give her my best in everything I do.

I wish you were here to see her grow.
To give her the wisdom that you know.
Don't worry she has an amazing Grandpa.
She loves him dearly, she calls him Guh.

I've had some good times, and my share of bad.
Life's been one hell of a ride, without you Dad.
I miss our long talks, your unbiased advice.
Your never ending love, hard work, and sacrifice.

What I wouldn't give for just one more day.
To tell you everything I want to say.
I hope you would be proud of the man I've become.
All the hardships, and struggles I have overcome.

Now I will look forward, I'm sure I will be fine..
Trying to be a better man one day at a time.
I miss you always, ill never forget this day.
December 30th. When my Dad went away.


A. Emmi 12/30/18
Anthony Emmi Jan 2019
I look in the mirror I see regret.
I see all the things I could reset.
I see the good and I see the bad.
Confused messed up and mad.

I know now how it all went wrong.
Its all my fault I wasn't very strong.
I wanted to do what was right.
In my own mind there was a fight.

I don't know how to say goodbye.
It seems so easy until you try.
Love is to deep, I can not let go.
You taught me love, that I know.

Didn't know I was the luckiest man.
To have such an amazing life planed.
I ******* up I didn't know what I had.
Now here I am a broken single Dad.

A. Emmi
01/25/19
Anthony Emmi Jan 2019
Humans creators of time.
Superior in our own mind.
Entitled we dictate it all.
Simple minded we will fall.

Inevitable self destruction.
Nature is our only instruction.
Yet we seek complications.
Creating more frustrations.

Solving problems we created.
Divided we abide dissipated.
Guilty as can be we dispute.
Leaving majority in destitute.

Capable of so much more.
We decide to fight, wage war.
Declare nonsense on mankind.
Thousands of years spent blind.

A. Emmi 01/23/19
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
Starving malnourished.
A flower not flourished.
Seeking affection.
Absorbing deflection.

An ocean with no fish.
A meal with no dish.
A sky with no birds.
A book with no words.

A voice with no sound.
A ball with no round.
A sun with no light.
A boxer with no fight.

A plane with no wings.
A guitar with no strings.
A wedding with no rings.
A set with no swings.

I am some......if not all of these things.

A. Emmi 03/19/18
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
Constantly swimming against the current.
Every small task becomes a deterrent.
Fighting with mind body and soul.
Paying the gate keeper a hefty toll.

Blinded by light comfort in shade.
Forever dulling this rusty blade.
Breath by breath time moves away.
Crumbling and breaking down everyday.

Pictures are all this man has left.
Solitude in images a pain in my chest.
Craving your touch a smile a laugh.
Missing my friend my better half.

Dreams every night of what could be.
Thoughts of the past you and me.
I am still the man you fell for.
Can we rebuild can we restore?


A. Emmi 03/13/18
Contrition parfaite,

Les anges sont en fêtes

Mieux d'un pêcheur contrit que d'un juste qui meurt.


Bon propos, la victoire

Préparée et la gloire

Presque déjà dans l'au-delà sans choc ni heurt.


Absolution sainte

Savourée avec crainte

D'en être indigne encor, d'en peut-être abuser.


Rentrée emmi le monde

Et son horreur profonde

Avec un cœur d'amour qui ne sait biaiser,


Car c'est l'amour divine

Qui prévoit et devine

Les pièges, le manège et les tours du Péché.


Garde à toi tout de même,

Gare au trompeur suprême,

Chrétien certes fidèle encore qu'empêché


Par l'extase première

D'avoir vu la Lumière,

Et les yeux éblouis et tous les sens tremblants.


Ô chrétien nouveau, prie

A la Vierge Marie,

Et marche vers la bonne mort à pas bien lents.
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
As I sit here thinking of all the pain.
I wonder how you can refrain.
How you gave up, and tossed me away.
Like I never existed, it all ended that Sunday.

All the good times we had.
You gave me two kids.
Made me a proud Dad.
Now I live alone, beaten and sad.

All the smiles, and love we shared.
Times we took comfort when scared.
The cuddles, the movie nights.
The camping, the Christmas lights.

A house in the country, our dream came true.
Now I live in this box, so far away from you.
I thought marriage was until the end.
But you will not budge, break, or bend.

Just remember you will always be my love.
I miss stroking your hair, your scent of dove.
Your gorgeous brown eyes, your lovely smirk.
Let us make amends, lets get to work.


A. Emmi 03/22/18
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
Feelings of pleasure
Feelings of pain
Feelings of resistance
Feelings of strain

Thoughts of sarrow
Thoughts of repair
Thoughts of tomorrow
Thoughts of you here

Times of passion
Times of fright
Times of loving
Times of light

Regrets of yesterday
Regrets of fate
Regrets are plenty
No Regrets of you

My True Soul Mate.


A. Emmi 03/10/18
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
With open arms I wait for you.
Let us undo what we went through.
In two different worlds we are now.
But we must try no matter how.

A family so precious they deserve us both.
With hard work and trust will come growth.
But its not my decision alone to make.
Lets give us a try for our familys sake.

I have never doubted my love for you.
Something I am certain that you knew.
Marriage is hard work not always fun.
Lets not quit and call this done.

A vow I took and those words I meant.
My sins of the past I do repent.
I am not perfect that I confess.
Can we repair this god awful mess?


A. Emmi 03/11/18

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