Sacrifice

Stand by your man, he knows not what he does, blinded by his eternal testosterone buzz, he doesn’t know how to think with his mind, his heart, coddle him to believe you sculpt his art; With a good woman beside, he can conquer the world, while he also tries to conquer every living girl, keep…

Bored

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

Reprise

Let’s start with now and work our way backwards A timeline of my life thus far Some think I should be moving onward Not thinking so much of the past But when it haunts your every present It’s hard to make that last But, Emily, it’s been played over and over There’s no point in…

The Broken

There’s a hope with each new connection for sustainability, understanding, affection, love; the sum parts that make a whole, not the parts themselves. Sustainability without understanding is tolerance, passing each other as days begin and end with meager acknowledgment. Understanding without sustainability is fleeting friendship, the kind where love bombs and fancy words bring a…

Rapids

Curious feelings of what ifs and who’s next; will they be enough to calm my expectations if they’re mostly being met? It’s a ruse, always has been, and now as I ponder who I should be to those I’m charged with, to myself, I’m left with more questions, concerned at the state I’m in, numb…

Drama Free

Void What a pretty picture painted by society’s traps, these fucking phones attached to our hands like life depends on them, failing to see what’s right in front of us, and maybe that’s the point, to consume fake love, fleeting lust, and endless emptiness. Awareness doesn’t stop the actions, cause everyone’s there, on the same…

Fade

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