tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69708403017641048322024-02-19T22:56:05.391-08:00Emma D'Alessio, PoetryEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-38890574805844327152013-05-13T17:16:00.002-07:002013-05-13T17:16:23.241-07:00ExistenceThe world is a continuum<br />
<br />
Simply revolving on its own accord,<br />
<br />
Despite the path its occupants take.<br />
<br />
The day we realize<br />
<br />
That we are nothing more<br />
<br />
Than a collection of atoms and cells<br />
<br />
A mass taking up air and space<br />
<br />
The day we realize this<br />
<br />
Is the day we all stop moving<br />
<br />
The day we all collapse<br />
<br />
Under the realization<br />
<br />
That we mean nothing<br />
<br />
We are insignificant.<br />
<br />
We carry on in our selfish ways<br />
<br />
But that day will never come<br />
<br />
Because we will never cease to indulge<br />
<br />
In our own selfish fantasies<br />
<br />
That we mean something<br />
<br />
That we are of significance<br />
<br />
But this is all, but a lieEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-84182637411972313042013-05-07T08:19:00.001-07:002013-05-13T17:18:28.155-07:00Can you guess what I am?The blood of my opponents<br />
Is smeared all on my body<br />
And dripping down my sides<br />
The flesh and juice has settled<br />
The roar becomes dull<br />
My blades have just stopped turning<br />
Easing to a halt<br />
My powers been diminished<br />
And my work has been fulfilled<br />
<br />Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-57433813806941014972013-05-03T07:25:00.003-07:002013-05-05T19:00:16.261-07:00Little monstersLittle monsters<br />
<div>
Scary monsters</div>
<div>
Roaming round the night</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Claws outstretched</div>
<div>
and teeth bared wide</div>
<div>
Looking for a freight</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Little children cuddled up</div>
<div>
In bedrooms</div>
<div>
Tucked all tight</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
While dreaming, hoping, wishing</div>
<div>
Little monsters</div>
<div>
Do not come into sight</div>
<div>
<br />
Scurry, scurry<br />
Creak, creak, creak<br />
Little monster feet<br />
<br />
Pitter patter<br />
Little claws<br />
Stomping round the street<br />
<br />
Peeking in the windows<br />
and lurking behind the door<br />
<br />
Do you see the little monsters?<br />
Listen and hear them roar</div>
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-57282134243239966582013-04-24T08:21:00.001-07:002013-05-05T18:39:54.013-07:00Oh Little PoemWrite me a poem<br />
Oh little poem<br />
How short and stout you will be<br />
Write me a poem<br />
Oh little poem<br />
I really don't want to write thee<br />
<br />
But now you are finished<br />
All done<br />
Adios!<br />
Oh little poem I see<br />
<br />Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-18225201438551758492013-04-12T09:49:00.000-07:002013-04-12T09:49:06.824-07:00All the Things Inside MeI am a flea who is restless<br />
I remain unseen, yet I am always there<br />
I sleep in the crevasses of the mind<br />
<br />
I am an eerie glow that clings to the world<br />
Because through my eyes<br />
I never know what is real and what is not<br />
I scream because its the only sound I can make to draw attention<br />
<br />
I am the harp of a violin, played to make you weep<br />
I am the sound of a dying soul<br />
<br />
In my bones and through my veins<br />
The flames of a dull fire flow<br />
Which are harmless<br />
Until I am force-fed a strong glass of kerosene<br />
<br />
When I speak, people rarely seem to listen<br />
They think that what I say, its tainted<br />
They don't know that the words I speak<br />
They are all my truths<br />
All my attempts to prove my innocence<br />
<br />
I am dressed in a straight jacket<br />
Forever wrapped inside myself<br />
Trapped in the confines of my own mind<br />
<br />
I take my poison in a shot glass<br />
It spreads through my veins like light through a dark room<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
I'm solely convinced I have maggots</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
That they lie beneath my skin</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
And eat away at my mind</div>
<br />
<br />
It's why people look<br />
And point<br />
And whisper<br />
They say "Look at that man,<br />
see him over there?<br />
He's living proof<br />
that insanity exists."<br />
<br />
And I say, maybe it actually doesEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-17247032657139626522013-04-04T08:16:00.001-07:002013-04-04T08:16:30.047-07:00InsaneIt made the drums pound<div>
Heart beating fast</div>
<div>
So rapidly in fact, I thought</div>
<div>
It'd burst</div>
<div>
It made the waves crash down upon me</div>
<div>
Throwing my body back and forth</div>
<div>
With such severe thrashing, I thought</div>
<div>
I'd snap</div>
<div>
It made my ears ring, the whistle of a kettle</div>
<div>
The high agonizing pitch</div>
<div>
It screamed so loud, I thought</div>
<div>
My ears would bleed</div>
<div>
It's the insanity that did it</div>
<div>
The drums, the whistle, the waves</div>
<div>
It's all the crazy in me</div>
<div>
The insanity</div>
<div>
The insane</div>
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-36624599953990949312013-03-27T07:26:00.002-07:002013-03-27T07:26:55.148-07:00Love StoryIts a panoramic view<div>
It circles above</div>
<div>
Catching every glimmer of a smile</div>
<div>
Every laugh</div>
<div>
(There must be laughter)</div>
<div>
An embrace</div>
<div>
(There must be that too)</div>
<div>
And back round music</div>
<div>
Something sweet, to match the mood</div>
<div>
To bring the want</div>
<div>
The desire</div>
<div>
The jealously</div>
<div>
The joy</div>
<div>
All the appropriate emotions evoked</div>
<div>
Then you'll know you've got it</div>
<div>
The perfect moment in time</div>
<div>
The scene of a first kiss</div>
<div>
Or a first date </div>
<div>
The first of anything</div>
<div>
Anything to do</div>
<div>
With a love story</div>
<div>
</div>
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-70986683375203135722013-03-13T07:41:00.001-07:002013-03-13T07:41:27.297-07:003 a.m.Its 3 a.m. <o:p></o:p><br />
And I'm <span g-spell-original="lonly">lonely</span><o:p></o:p><br />
Sleepless<o:p></o:p><br />
Restless<o:p></o:p><br />
Bleary eyed<o:p></o:p><br />
And <span g-spell-original="spinnng">spinning</span><o:p></o:p><br />
The bottle of liquor that sits on the counter<o:p></o:p><br />
Looks at me<o:p></o:p><br />
The bottom third of a bottle of whisky<o:p></o:p><br />
Sits filled with an amber liquid<o:p></o:p><br />
Its taunting really<o:p></o:p><br />
The way it sits there<o:p></o:p><br />
This inanimate object<o:p></o:p><br />
Bringing such comfort and such sorrow<o:p></o:p><br />
Sighs and tears can't seem to quiet my thoughts<br />
And the single bare bulb hanging from the kitchen ceiling<br />
Makes the light eerier then it really should be<br />
I sit in an awkwardly made wooden chair<br />
Cutting me off right underneath my shoulder blades<br />
I hold onto the counter tops and lean back<br />
I hold onto the thought of you<br />
My head hangs back <br />
My broken heart seeming to break the slightest bit more<br />
And I take another drink<br />
Its 3 a.m. <o:p></o:p><br />
And I'm <span g-spell-original="lonly">lonely</span><o:p></o:p><br />
Sleepless<o:p></o:p><br />
Restless<o:p></o:p><br />
Bleary eyed<o:p></o:p><br />
With a broken heartEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-83384423368328218882013-03-13T07:16:00.000-07:002013-03-13T07:16:37.355-07:00CrashI crash into you<br />
Like moths to a window<br />
Like a spaceship to the moon<br />
I crash into you<br />
Like its all I've ever wanted<br />
And all I've ever feared<br />
Your pretty face<br />
Your pretty smile<br />
Your eyes that shine like the sun<br />
Everything that has encompassed my dreams<br />
And then I crash into you<br />
Dreams colliding with reality<br />
Resistance and curiosity<br />
Fear and joy and cowardliness<br />
Clarity and confusion<br />
Begin<br />
All when I crash<br />
Into youEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-289889654253330062013-03-07T08:00:00.001-08:002013-03-07T08:00:50.592-08:00Bodies
<br />
Tick tock<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Bang of a glock<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Top shock<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Bodies get rocked<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Time stops<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Heart beats pick up<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Nameless named faces<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Don’t leave any traces<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Bullets and shells<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Rain down and men fell<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Feet start to run<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The butt of a gun<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Hangs in the hand<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Of a stone cold dead man<o:p></o:p><br />
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-39930486311777197792013-03-06T08:22:00.002-08:002013-03-06T08:22:37.129-08:00Tonight
<br />
Tonight tonight<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tonight at midnight<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
When the clock strikes twelve<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
And the owls begin to question<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The stars start to shoot<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
A galaxy of pistols<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Bright lights stranded in the open sky<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The crackle of the leaves under foot<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Of small rodents<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
At midnight <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The world transcends<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Into a deep ocean of darkness<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
There is a silence that hangs in the air<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
You can feel it<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Like a heavy wool cloak <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Wrapped round your shoulders<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
It makes the sound <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Of every slight intricate noise<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Ring so high it makes the heart skip a beat<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Every stir pierces the nerves<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
And quickens the breath<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Bare feet down a paved road<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The cool of the air across ones skin<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The prickle of pebbles under foot<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The moon shining brightly<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Though the clouds roll quickly in and out<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Wisps of cover for the night<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
And tonight, tonight<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tonight at midnight<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
I open my eyes<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
To a world that’s fallen asleep<o:p></o:p><br />
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-65032959192885693812013-02-15T08:33:00.001-08:002013-02-15T08:33:28.639-08:00SubmissionThis crooked mind of mine<br />
It just aint right<br />
No way it can be<br />
My thoughts<br />
They are indaquate<br />
Inferior<br />
To yours<br />
I keep them<br />
My thoughts<br />
They are only mine to know<br />
Tucked away<br />
In a dusty card board box<br />
In the corner<br />
Of a shabby dismal house<br />
Forgottten<br />
One day the box may open<br />
Some day<br />
Thats not too far away<br />
But for now<br />
I take on your thoughts as my own<br />
I surrender<br />
I submit<br />
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-26897411551630689942013-02-07T07:39:00.004-08:002013-05-05T18:46:59.226-07:00And We Ran<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Birch trees stood tall and awestruck<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">They grew in scattered patches<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sticking out like soar thumbs in that big open field<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But I loved them<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Birch bark littered the ground<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In between the patches of tough yellow grass<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And I remember running<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">That field seemed so vast and open<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And Dakota<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A massive white and fluffy dog lumbered behind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He followed me everywhere<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sometimes when the grass was tall<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">All you could see<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Was the tip of his great white tail<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It bounced up and down as we ran<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And oh how we would run<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Right into that big open field<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When we approached the end<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We came to a hilltop<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I felt like I was on top of the world<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I looked out over the farm lands<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The black spotted cows roamed the pastures<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dakota sat by my side<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I breathed in the fresh air<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It smelted like summer<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I fell back to lay in the tall grass<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dakota sat up on his hind legs<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And looked out over the pastures<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">One heartbeat, two, three<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I catch my breath and then I’m up again<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Running like never before<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And Dakota close at my heels<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007612036788811410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970840301764104832.post-58262319320931028242013-01-25T17:24:00.000-08:002013-05-05T18:48:30.690-07:00Descent<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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I'm from the rocks and the rivers and the trees</div>
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I'm from a midnight summers breeze</div>
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I'm from droplets of rain and the sun</div>
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I'm from a smoking pistol gun</div>
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From mercy, love and wisdom</div>
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From bright lights and from kingdoms</div>
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From parents and from kin</div>
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From roses and from sin</div>
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From the bootstrap of Italy </div>
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Times priceless tale</div>
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I’m from the core of the earth</div>
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And the belly of a whale</div>
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