something |
there is something in beauty that's soothing,
there is something in love that won't let you walk by,
there is something in your eyes that lures me,
and something in your words that makes me cry.
Posted by emma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
spider webs only stretch so far |
you had the power to break me,
holding me there
on the tip of your index finger.
how hard it is to give yourself.
how painful it is not to know.
uncertainty fills the crevisis of my doubts.
and ...
Posted by emma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
i will bathe in your words |
i will live away from you.
and in the meantime,
i will bathe in your words.
i will use your sentences as jump ropes
tied around ankles,
fastened around wrists,
flying high in the air
only to ...
Posted by emma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
space; tab; return |
severed from the things you know,
the ones you love, or maybe just want,
set apart from others,
that's how you like to think of yourslef,
that's how i like to think of myself -
sometimes.
and ...
Posted by emma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
one more fix |
i saw you think about it last night,
saw the look of remembrance in your eyes
reliving the familiar feelings that cannot be forgotten,
just put aside,
never to be thought of.
except from time to...
Posted by emma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
relentless |
in the silence i feel you
and yet when i speak you turn away.
in the stillness i hear you
but when i move,
the whisper turns into a hum and it is incomprehensable.
as soon as i feel you touch u...
Posted by emma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
she's only beautiful |
she's only beautiful when she comes to life
and her eyes start glowing and her hands
start flowing.
she's only beautiful when there is
someone there to kiss her cheek,
and hold her hand for ...
Posted by emma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
he asked... she said.... |
"are you happy?"he asked
"i'm more than happy" she said
" I'm in a state of hope."
Posted by emma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
you and he |
you touched my heart with your gentle ways
your soft spoken words,
your poems and your timid smile.
i wanted to run my fingers over your scars
wanted to cover up the wound
and you wanted to let ...
Posted by emma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
grief |
"there is something fatuous in grief that makes one drunk. It makes us think of ourselves as the centre of everything. We like to think that no one has ever suffered as we do when, in fact, all have...
Posted by emma on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
