Awaken

I finally realize it is me have no more love to give, receive rewound my tapes and DVDs read all of my anthologies washed my cycles on repeat but blood-red stains can still be seen I may never be ready my heart will close again fully exposed, I start to feel its beat pounding with…

Illusion

I’m not proud of myself for becoming like them;addicted to tiny blips of self-gratification,vacant validation.I have lamented my losses,burned countless bridges,all for the sake of self-protection.I wonder if I have it in meto see what someone offers,accept it gratefully. Then I remember.I don’t feel entitled to be a bitch,despite subjection to tinyand massive heartbreaks. Is it so…

The Opportunist

He was her first after a tumultuous marriage where touch had been rare and the newness of feeling desired, now, was welcome. She bathed in the depths of his eyes, locked with hers as they melded together, as if they had always been one. He called her “amazing”. She felt hope that maybe there was…

Breeze

Wood burning as I feel the breeze serenity washes over me I have no plans nowhere to be just me and the massive raging sea I think of where I used to be how far I’ve come on my journey the future is a mystery here one day the next, just history can’t think of…

Burst

Upped my dose now when I feel it’s like an avalanche building slowly with time precipitation, density one fated sound or movement the unwelcome trigger revealing what’s buried underneath my belly aches eyes burn with the manifestations of all past regrets losses, tragedies mingled with remembrance of when I was strong enough to be consistent…

Known

Lost in the moment heart beating rapidly air failing to reach constricted lungs I feel each breath, the sounds of struggling unsure of what I’m suffering from I drive intensely- need my home to hide away from bright sunlight home is where I know the rules and break them when and how I like I…

Mannequin

Faceless stranger, keep your blur don’t reveal your name don’t let me see your features we’ll be the same Dressed up by others scripted movements made misunderstood by the members of the people’s parade. Emily C. Poésie © 2019

Not likely

For the first time in months,I allow myself to feel the creeping hopelessness of my current state Anger and grief for myself while not being able to fully move Quicksand steps in life and dreams, unable to do what must be done to climb out of the well I’ve put myself in I’ve allowed myself…

Muse

I’ve resigned myself to being used, some affection is better than none I’ve decided to be a fleeting muse, discarded when they’re done. Emily C. Poésie © 2019

Sight

She drives in silence, finally able to think without the noise of persistent voices Listens to the music pouring from loud speakers into her mind, penetrating her heart Aware of the tears building momentum, unable to stop their needed release Feeling the melodic lull of loneliness no ending within her sight. Emily C. Poésie ©…