You know, I write and I write all of this poetry. It's all BULLSHIT. I think I'm writing, bleeding on paper, coping, letting my soul do the talking. I'M NOT. This isn't helping, it's just pissing me off the more and more I write. I HATE THIS. And I know, it's going to get better with time. "TIME heals all wounds", right? Well I'm fucking sick of hearing that shit. Becoming an angry alcoholic sounds pretty good to me right about now, Yeah, I think that's what I need. POUR ANOTHER SHOT, FILL MY GLASS. HERE'S TO YOU ALL! CHEERS!


    -emiko_d

It stalks the night
It stalks the day

It seeks out life

And whisks it away

It's known as death

And other things too

But it's all the same

What matters is you.

How do you see it?

What does it mean?

It's best if you know

For death is unseen.

It can take you at day

It can take you at night

Knowing death well

Can lend you some light

The passage to death

Is always unclear

And it's best to know

That you're very near.

For death is at hand

It is for us all

Know it's face well

So you don't stumble and fall

Now think hard on death

And know that it's near

And the meaning of life

Will be all to clear

And that is to live

For your hearts desire

Not to stumble or fall

But to burn with a fire.

A fire for life

To live for each day

To reach for your dreams

No matter what people say

Life is a question

And death holds a clue

Reach not for the answer

For your life's not due

Live for the moment

And die for it too

For it's the moment that counts

It, and you

Now I'm all done

I've said what I'll say

Just remember one thing

Live for the day!

-emiko_d

They say that God only steals pure souls,
They say that your generosity all over pours,
They say that you're dancing with angels,
They say that your heart is blessed in heavens.

I say that you leaving freezes earth,
I say that your soul is not under dirt,
I say that your heart beats within me,
I say that your blood flows within me,

They say that crying only pains your departure,
They say that mourning impeaches your nurture,
They say that praying washes your sins,
They say that leaving to God rejuvenates your skins,

I say that swallowing my tears only saltens my feels,
I say that screaming only softens my strings,
I say that stabbing never heals,
I say that my injury only peels. 


I say FUCK what "they say"! It doesn't make it any easier.


                    -emiko_d