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Emily Dolde Apr 2015
The hatred inside
Boils my bones
It feels like the sun
Is wrenching at my heart
I can't escape
Because I am
My own prison
This could end
But only by one way
Yet I may be stuck
In this hollowed corpse
The nothingness inside
Is a dark abyss
Filled with monsterous
Creatures
Waiting to attack
If only I had
A weapon
To fend for myself
Against myself
I wrote this really quick in class when I got bored. I know it's kind of all over the place but you know. School brings this out of me....
Emily Dolde Apr 2015
The bold hearth
In my chest
Only grows brighter
As his face becomes clear
The steady glow
Of his smile
Warms my cold black heart
My heart may open
Like the Grinch's
From a fairy tale long ago
It used to feel
Like a snow storm
Cold to the core
But now the sun shines
Through my lifeless body
But somehow
I am no longer dead
Resurrection occurs
My eyes are brightened
With joy
Have I finally found
My happy ending
Or is it just another
Illusion
Emily Dolde Apr 2015
All these common hours
Have a theory
But, what does time
Really tell?
It brings the point closer
When we're all living
In hell.
Flashbacks are
A virtue
But,can also be
A sin.
The pain still burns
From within.
These glass walls close
The memories in.
Yet, this is the price
I will pay
Just to fade away.
But I will soon expire.
To them I am just
A grain of sand
Waiting to be
Washed away.
But, my secret is
That I, the lonely grain of sand,
Make up the glass
That keeps me in.
I am my own cage;
My combination unbreakable.
Will anyone let me out
During these common hours
While I still have air?
  Apr 2015 Emily Dolde
holls
i gave you all i ever was,
but it was i who couldn't see
relationships are meant for those
who bloom petals of love.
how could i be so foolish
to mistake these lacerations
on my feeble fingers;
a constant reminder of the fights
that saw both the moon and sun-
as dazzling leaves bleeding visions
of euphoria?

it was i who mistook his grin
for the sunshine my soul lacked.
where my ignorance sang of love
his serrated tongue whispered of clouds
and rainy days;
my garden of thoughts
wilting with every word
that took my spirit away.

*How could I be so foolish?
Emily Dolde Apr 2015
I look through a pane
Of glass
All I see is failure
Will glory
Ever show
Only the minutes
That pass will tell
Each minute gets slower
As shadows set in
As darkness captivates my soul
I only deepen
The hole I'm in
It's like a grave of sorrow
I see the skeletons of my past
Rise and haunt
My only existence
This isn't the life
I want to live
Especially at this dreary pace
Emily Dolde Apr 2015
This avalanche of emotion
Fills my empty space
Feeling alone is no more
As I drift upon this
Cascading element in
My life
It flows into an endless
Pool of light
I see a brightness
It feels my life
With a feeling
Unknown to all others
This feeling makes
The holes go away
The holes that one
Hollowed out
My broken soul
The endless silence
Has ceased to exist
My many mourning nights
Are revived by the smile
That sweetens my day

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