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Open and partially Wounded
A Poem by
Emily
Open Partially...I am bare...partially I am aware...of you. Cradling space and time; trying to be open. Pacing, waiting to digest this. Knowing that..
Hard to swallow
A Poem by
Emily
Filling up on thoughts of how this happened. I have lost myself in the midst of all that has gone wrong. I feel deeply the attributes of being small. ..
Colors
A Poem by
Emily
Somewhere over the rainbow I find a speck of you & I wonder why I can't stop running down this hill when I see your skittles!
Lasting
A Poem by
Emily
Smiling as the rain subsides into a distant memory ~ Somehow learning the secret of distance ~ unbelievable strength to overcome the grip of passion..
Calming me inside
A Poem by
Emily
I've embraced this journey as one should. Cold fingers remind me to become cool. I am frost bitten with passion. Wrapped inside you; holding to your..
Thrust
A Poem by
Emily
The overwhelming rush of sensation has been miscarried. Rushing out of me as quickly as it flew through me. Happy about this discovery; still watchi..
Dissipating
A Poem by
Emily
For most a memory is always fading...fading into the distant realm of security. My art is in this. If you can comprehend what this recollection is y..
Pressing Time
A Poem by
Emily
Pressing my time against the hour glass. Punishing thoughts that decay the youths abundance. Listening to the crying winds around me; hearing them s..
Love is not Blind
A Poem by
Emily
Breaking the force that has been holding me in this corner. Love has forever corrupted so many souls. Blinding them from seeing the true beauty of s..
Basline to a Memory
A Poem by
Emily
Creepin' lightly over to punish the wet seams of your pants. Afraid of what you're capable of. I lie there awake quickly while you climb into bed....
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