Emmy J.M. Powell : Writing

Who Was I

Who Was I

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


who am Iwho am I to makesuch a decisionher life seemed smaller than minebut we took up the same space(quite literally) we shared a bedwho am I to make..
i'm talking about it

i'm talking about it

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


I have panic attacks sometimesit's like there are butterflies in my stomach,and not the exhilarating kindlike they're holding their breath and chargin..
Light Pollution

Light Pollution

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


Gale force winds took outmy city's power recentlyfor a few daysThe darkness I could handle,but the silence was overwhelmingThe incessant beepingof the..
Cesspool

Cesspool

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


I think of my distant tomorrow,of where I am goingor the things that I am doingjust to get thereI think I belatedly understandwhat the moon doesto the..
Poke

Poke

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


I've been recently described as "prickly,"and I can't disagreeSoft to the touchbut prickly inside,quick to jump (to conclusions)but slow to make up my..
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Callous

Callous

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


Today I read an articleabout compassion fatigueIt's where you experiencea traumaand the monotony of dealing with itkind of makes you coldwhen it comes..
Pedestal

Pedestal

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


Someone told me that youlike toput peopleonpedestalsI've longdebatedwhether Iam worthyof theactionEven ifI'm not,it's veryniceup hereI thinkI'll staya..
Junk

Junk

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


Couldn't I have been poofed out on Venus,or Saturn,or even the sunSomewhere I didn't have a chance,didn't have a life to waste or not to wasteDo you t..
Wishy-Washy

Wishy-Washy

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


Lost somewhere,lost deep in my headTurning this way,that way,double-taking,standing with hesitationFar from the edge,then close again,then far againTo..
Roundabout

Roundabout

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


It's so easy for me to get lost places, whether it's somewhere outside or just inside my own head. Never really been good with directions, I like to g..

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