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The Death of DreamsThe falling stars
--the foolish hopes of man;
like aching tears of sorrow
stream gently down the darkening sky
to bury deep within the quiet earth
insignificant and unobtrusive
the death of dreams
LeafThe single leaf trembles,
a deep green
If ever a life so filled with tears
could see its promises whispered.
A cup filled, brimming with emptiness,
poured out on unquenched dirt,
the love that it needs,
so violently denied.
spring is near.
An Ode to a BookS01V12B,
like endless echoes of tides
relentless in their seek
a battle never ceasing,
and upon our meeting,
A WhyWhy do you look at me
with those heavy eyes
that makes my heart weigh low?
I know it's not your intent
such things never are
and darling, we're both turned too far.
It's not love, nor friendship
and that makes me awonder
and yes, I want only one.
I have no interest in ever, ever the former
ever, ever, again.
The ComingI see its approach, a cloudy November dawning
set on a hazy morning bright.
The sweet green trees gleam
with pearl sunlight
that drifts through the dew and
dusty white light
that lightens, yet, hides
fears that surface at night.
Though beautiful to behold
the ache it fails to relieve,
you swore never to relive.
Now comes, after the saddest month,
the end draws near
and thus, winter, here.
Futile ExpressionsAnger and frustration
futility in expression
rages without form or meaning
hope or reason
vague and irreverent
to mask the truth
that bind me
It's a blind hatred to open
yet anguish to close
I prowl without rest
while my wounds fester
and I burnish them away
with scarce an eye
batted at the pain
The Best FriendThrough all the hopes and pain
endless nights of screams and shame
Unmoving, still you remained
my silent guardian
giving and unchanged
Though wasted poetry
does move you not
and angry fears will fail
to tame your burning glow
Your presence is a comfort
through hopeless untold years
Burn brightly with your
never will your smoulder falter
Give me now your cancerous sear
my cigeratte dear
your ashen lips I kiss
In the Hidden MoonlightSitting, shaken, memories abound
with nothing but single candle lit.
Although the silence engulfs
it comforts in its prevalence.
Fear, guilt, sadness, loss...
They empty my heart
in unending sorrow.
Pain clutches my physical being,
but its wretched hold redeems.
Stripped bare of my facade,
what is left to see?
An angry, bitter, twisted thing
with nothing there to show.
The GibbetTwas said the place was cursed as Hell,
Where the grass grew long and ragged.
A man was there, with vacant stare,
His features long and haggard.
Much pain etched on his weathered face,
His hands looked old and veined,
And many chanced to look askance,
And saw his clothes were stained.
And much of time elapsed there,
Whilst the man did hardly move,
And who asked why, he was passed by?
What ignorance did this prove?
Could they have touched him, even prayed?
Could they have smoothed his frown
And carried him, then buried him,
If the poor wretch was cut down?
His fate was parallel to those,
Of days so long gone by,
For that man was a highwayman,
On a gibbet hung to die.
To those who meted ‘justice’ then,
Display was a deterrent.
A body rotting, was not forgotten,
Its warning was apparent.
And when at last, the gibbet went,
Its purpose obsolete,
Many who passed, the place it was,
Could still see hanging feet.
And open mouths and swollen tongues,
And eyes that bulged in fear,
Remember to ForgetI remembered you last night
The curve of your lips when you smiled
The scent of your skin on my nose.
I remembered the way you made me laugh
And the silly jokes you told every chance you could.
I remembered every song we sang together
And every horrible note we missed
Remembered the way you held my hand at the park
And the way you limped home once you fell off your board.
Remembered every hair out of place
Also the stubble on your jaw
Remembered the way you talked on the phone
And how you never wanted to say goodnight first
I remembered every stroke of your fingertips
And also every smack
Every bruise you left upon my skin
And every word you couldn’t take back.
I remembered every threat you gave me
And every flower to make up for the crime
I remember crying to myself in the shower
And every extra bit of make-up I wore.
Remembered the times I said I was gone
And the times you begged me to stay
I remembered all the things I loved about you
And then I remembered why I tried to forge
UntitledThere comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will.
So don't worry about the people from your past--
There's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.
~ das ding an sich
I am contest entryContest Entry
I am Emma Gillespie
I am strong
I am courageous
I am courteous
I am a leader
I am a believer (not a jb fan)
I am honest
I am loyal
I am generous
I am kind
I am a cat lover
I like to make people laugh
I stand up for what I believe
I make my voice heard
I share my thoughts, opinions, and belongings with people
I am protective of my friends
I am unique
I am hardworking
I am a bookworm
I am a brony (I perfer brony over pegasister)
I am a great friend
I am fast
I am a great artist
I am a great writer
I am talented
I am beautiful
I am living a wonderful life
I am a twin and an older sister
I am unwritten
I am wonderful
I am brilliant
I am sparking with ideas
I am an American
I am a fire element
I am amazing
I am awesome
I am Emma Gillespie, and this is who I am, and no one can change it.
The i am challenge from :iconWe-Write-To-Escape: ,http://we-write-to-escape.deviantart.com/journal/The-quot-I-am-quot-Challenge-Contest-No-2-449076800
War of HeathensCome now, and draw your blades,
Lest we make use of dirt and spades,
War calls to all, it bades,
Answer, and Death one evades.
CLash together, underground and in the air,
But with conflict comes a mighty fee,
Destruction takes your life as a fare,
It claims all that it can touch and see.
Metal gashing, weapons, clashing, homes smashing,
Stones and spells flying this way and that overhead,
Great forces colliding, mauling, and mashing,
You all wish you had not dragged yourself out of bed,
Away! Away! Away! Are all weaklings dashing,
Mountains growing up, created by the gory dead
You're here on your own free will
But we will no let you leave
We make you stay, and just sit still
Sit down, shut up
Roll up your sleeves
We'll make your grades go down, yup yup
It's lunch, I don't feel well
At least I'm finally free
Oh look there goes another bell
It's not lunch, pay attention
Didn't you hear the bell ring?
THAT'S IT GO TO DETENTION!
The GazelleYou twisted your knife inside of me
Carved out what was mine
Poured your agony into my soul
Left me retching, gasping for air
You let your words pervade me
used your madness to invade my very being
You killed my joy and glory
Brought only silent numbness
You smothered my spirit
You hijacked my mind
You broke my will
You withered my heart
Black as ink the poison spread
slowly through the veins
that clenched my barely beating heart.
With a cold hard sheet
of diamond dust
I layered the shattered pieces
and bleeding parts
So empty I was
I barely existed.
Never knowing, never thinking
Never questioning and never feeling.
"Don't try. Just do it."
Anger and bitterness
Hostility and prejudice
slowly wrapped their desolate coils round my body
like a serpent's around its prey
I was the gazelle,
Not understanding why,
my body broken, eyes glassy and uncomprehending,
as the venemous gaping mouth
devoured me whole.
I still don't understand.
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