i wrote for you, love |
The walls whisper stories of our love before i sleepand i love you, but these stories, (torturous they are)make my heart grow fonder-but you're away
They have deprived me,so dont deprive me again my l...
Posted by . Emily . on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 06:34:00 PST |
pretty much....BLAH |
So I was sitting in class today&I don't know which class, I was zoned out, and I just can't remember now. But, back to the point. I was sitting in class and we were all asked a question, and it was an...
Posted by . Emily . on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 02:02:00 PST |
my art... |
ART
this is a secret, i made... i'm gonna mail them in sometime...
this one i painted for Adam and me last year...about how we were in love, and together, but there were so many things trying to com...
Posted by . Emily . on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 11:10:00 PST |
STORY |
THE BRIDGE
The small town of Groton is a homely town located near the boarder of Massachusetts .It is an old town, founded over two hundred years ago. Its houses are all an aged white color, set back ...
Posted by . Emily . on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 01:30:00 PST |
Jane |
Jane has a heart,
She keeps it on a string
And hangs it around her neck,
So it rests on her chest
For the whole world to see.
She holds everything in it these days
Pain, joy, confusion and so much mor...
Posted by . Emily . on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 01:41:00 PST |
shower time!! |
It's late, and everyone is sleeping
The water is falling over my face,
And I have a sight of my death&
Stepping out of the shower to watch how it happens,
I see the whole thing; it play...
Posted by . Emily . on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 06:25:00 PST |
Poem |
He tells me..."Look at the sky& what do you see?"And I smile and look up."It looks dark, like a storm is falling upon us&I can feel it hanging on my shoulders& why?"He looks at me, emotionless, then u...
Posted by . Emily . on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 02:15:00 PST |
Heart Thorns |
The queen sings as the castle falls and the thorn is pulled from his heart
Their lips meet as they awake again
And the color fades to grey while the black sun shines and the music plays.
She sh...
Posted by . Emily . on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 05:56:00 PST |
being home |
everything here is so familiar.but everything here is so hard to look at. i havent seen it in so long, so long that it has become a memory.
i walked into my house and it was a big shock. my eyes went ...
Posted by . Emily . on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 05:18:00 PST |
FEEL |
feelsometimes i feel,i just feel like love.and it makes me want to cry..cry for the un-loved.sometimes i feel like torturethe torture of loss,and i cry for those who have lost.i feel like anger...ange...
Posted by . Emily . on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 03:37:00 PST |
