I may be dramatic, but I know men, I’ve seen each mask, revealed hidden secrets through pure intuition, attuned to the constant possibility that I am not loved or wanted for all pieces of me, just the part that provides intrigue and passion for bored hearts. Emily C. Poésie © 2018


pen to paper, thoughts are swirling, would be whirlpools to the depths lifejacket useless in this wind, the current pulls, attempts to swim my body wishes sweet surrender, take me now or leave forever, I cannot feel the pain of thoughts, true or false, it matters not I wish I could feel others’ love, but…


Restless sleep, bone dry, a stranger in my bed, nightmarish gloom, voices mumble words I no longer understand; Lack of fear, when temperance is vital, my teeth fall out, a void is left, I search missing pieces of a puzzle I’m not sure even still exists; Abrasive to disguise my sorrow, hoped for healing, distant…

The Melancholy Spitfire

When I started blogging in 2011, my first blog title was ‘The Melancholy Spitfire’. I didn’t write much on that blog, and took a long break after deleting it. I regret that I did, I had some good entries there, now lost forever. When I mustered up the courage to start another blog, I named…


She pretends she knows how to be in love again, knowing what the last time was like, an emptiness, thinking of what could’ve been, years wasted with hopes of renewed love, attempts, endless, new prospects, dimming with the fading sun. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 Photo Credit


Feather pillows, blissful sleep, dreams where words never cease, seen in the skies within her mind, limitless, flowing truth. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 inpoems 567 guide phrases: the feather became a pen we knew the sky in a word Photo Credit

Free Write

Found ways to feel concrete and real, fleeting with the fading sun now in the dark the night I know with someone who would mute my voice maybe I should tone it down predict regret, respond in kind not be flooded with these thoughts live for potential I have now forgive the times it slipped…


There’s a pressure that comes with new connections, fears boiling straight to the surface, an anxious mess of expectations, want to hide within my darkness, seems to be the only place, where welcoming is ceaseless. Emily C. Poésie © 2018


I’ve tried to normalize, my brain on overdrive, step outside no sense of time, effortless; yet home beckons me, cocoon, safety, serenity, days pass, feeling that something’s wrong, ruminating in my thoughts, feeling estranged from who I am, whoever she wants to become. Emily C. Poésie © 2018


fought through the pain of each slow step saw hills above me as I went, looked at the ground, hid what was ahead, more hills and paths I’d have to tread, quiet, no noise except the wind, no distraction to be had, I felt the old familiar dread, how to continue, reach the end, I…