Tag: emily

by EMILY

If I said I
needed help
would you give it
to me?
Could you really
look past
my power of
invisibility?
It seems that when
it comes
to the truth, it’s all
been swallowed.
But no matter how much
I take in I still
feel hollow.
I don’t know why
my thoughts
make me feel so
empty.
These days it
seems sleeping
is the
only remedy.
I tell them I
wasn’t crying because
that would
be crazy.
I say I’m just
tired,
that I’m sick, now
my stomach
hurts.
There’s a pain
in my chest I
feel it about
to burst.
Happy endings are
only for
the lucky
ones.
But even those have
faded so we’re
left with
reruns.
We’re left with
fortune seeking, lucky one
wannabes.

by EMILY

Today is not a
good day to be alive,
but then again,
neither was yesterday.
Sometimes I’m
so consumed with
thigh thought,
I can’t control what I
do or say.
Nothing makes sense
anymore & I
don’t know, maybe
that’s good,
but I’ve started to lose
my grip on reality, &
things aren’t like
they should be.
I involuntarily reminisce
on my permanent
defaults.
I absorb my surroundings
& take
in all my unwanted results
my mind’s banged up,
causing a few loose screws
but its been so long that
it’s all old news.
And it’s fine
by me, I’ve learned to
accept what I
have to.
I guess in this life
there’s just certain
things we just do.

by EMILY

I want to go into space
& brush the surface
of the stars.
I want to turn from the
sun & feel the absence
of light.
I want to pop neon bubbles
through my double-
coated eyes.
I want to sell dirt as
first-class soil.
I want to wear stripes
like they are polka dots.
I want to banish pink
stones from my life because they
always seem to lie.
I want to chase shadows
& no longer be in control.
I want to kill time
with an awesome Japanese sword.
I want to predict the
past & remember the
future.

by EMILY

Me & a group of gummy bears
riding on a train to hell,
walking up to Satan’s door &
fighting over who rings the bell.

We all pull down our pants &
yell for him to kiss it.
He looks at us, confused, as
we make ourselves at home.

We’re heading here anyway,
so, as they say, “When in Rome.”

He yells for us to leave, but
we’re not going anywhere.
Feet up, champagne popped,
we honestly don’t care.

“Our time is now,” we say. “So leave
or you will die!”

He huffs at us right before the
gummy bears rip out his eyes.
“We’re taking over & there isn’t
a thing you can do. So surrender now &
we might not kill you,” they say.

Of course, where I’m from
we lie, we would have said he fell.
But there’s no need for that,
because we’re in hell.

by EMILY

Music plays in my
head like amnesia
on overdrive.
I shower with
drops of sunlight &
play in puddles of
cold acid.
I pop off the tops
of cans & throw
them like grenades on
the verge of exploding.
I hit at the ice-
sickles that hang from
the heads of my
enemies.
And red bands are
wrapped around my arms
from each time
I’ve been heartbroken.
Songs speak to me
when people seem mute.
And I find comfort in
the fact that I’m alive.
Cartwheels are just handstands
doing sideways somersaults &
I’m just an overgrown
potato that sprouted
arms & legs.