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This Is Not a Poem (it looks like one though, but it’s not)

~ Emma ~ 2 Comments


One, Two, Four (shit I forgot Three), Five, Six, Seven.
How many seconds of your life
you’ve lost reading this spiel,
was it worth it?
No?
Fuck
I’ll try harder. Eight, Nine, Ten, Twelve
(why is my mind skipping numbers
I know they’re there).
Time’s a ticking I have no idea what to write
to keep you interested.
Fuck
How about Whole Foods?
I know a lot about Whole Foods.
Not because I’m a west coast hipster
who eats dandelion greens salads
and mango for dinner but,
(well actually that is me but for the sake of
holding your interest to keep reading this…
whatever this is, I won’t talk
about my granola lifestyle),
but because Whole Foods has great seating
to eat and people watch.
You don’t even need to actually buy
anything from the store you could straight up
just bring KFC and Starbucks
and sit by the window minding your business
next to the guy eating a watermelon
with a wooden spoon and no one would care.
Whole Foods wants you to be comfortable
and accepted, I think anyway.
That’s the vibe I get and why I go there.
Because really, with the world the way it is,
I just want comfort with a little bit of
acceptance on the side. I love sides.
So on days when I feel like I’m going
to lose my shit,
I go to Whole Foods,
park it at the tall long bar like table
facing the window, and watch people and cars
until sanity returns
and then I relocate to the chocolate aisle
and buy an $8 organic, vegan, sugar free
chocolate bar that tastes like chalk.
700% antioxidant factor though.
Hit me with the most theobromine possible.
Today I sat outside under the heat lamps
and had broccoli and cauliflower
slathered with thyme. I had enough time.
Woman beside me was eating
Subway.
Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen.
Yes!
My brain’s back online. It’s the
flavanols.
Want some?
Have some.
Was it worth making
it to the end?
Maybe?

Good

Send Me an Angel

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On the cusp of something miraculous
said the angel to the girl.
What if you held out your palm
and drew a line in the center, in a swirl.

Keep the line going around and around.
I am the utensil you choose to draw with,
I am your devoted one, we are always bound.
Let me tickle your hand, stay open and not stiff.

I will carry you when there’s no one left,
I will tell you what you need to hear.
I will help you shine brighter on days you are bereft.
We walk together, not alone, side by side my dear.

You may not see me, or know I am ever near.
But fret not, because you can call on me and I will appear,
in my special way to comfort, guide and soothe you.
To ease your mind, I drift in and out, you’ll never be blind.

When you walk, I am watching.
When you sing, I am dancing.
When you cry, I am understanding.
When you run, I am flying.

When we are alone in the forest or by the sea,
it is when I can see you the best, you are so clear to me.
The beauty that you are, just in your form,
makes me so happy you chose this, to be born.

Because when you came here, we came together,
and our journey has been the greatest pleasure.
I can not think or imagine a truer or more loving home
than the one we have, yours and mine, it is our own.

I have loved you and will keep loving you
under all weights, all circumstances, through all barriers.
You are my reason and why the sky is blue.
Your ocean of love reflects up so high, it even carries me through.

I am your angel and there is nothing that can separate us.
When the seasons change and the wind stops,
when the rain starts and the sun drops,
I am endless for you, promised to you, no need for any props.

We can do just fine us two you know…
And you do know, because you’ve already told me so.
In that secret little wish, under your breath that day when you quietly said,
“All I need is my angel, thank you for saving me.”

Here I am and here I stay.
There you are, I hear you pray.
Let’s love today, this one very day.
For we have each other, blessed we are, I must say.

Phone War

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Breaking up is hard to do you see.
I wrote a blog post about my phone.
Really wanted to say, “Adios buddy!”
But now here I sit, me plus phone much less lone.

Addicted, withdrawing, one more hit.
I like the feeling sometimes, when you get lit.
Although you give me much pleasure and delight,
I shall find a special and new place for you, just for tonight.

It’s not so bad, I can go seconds, minutes and hours, but can I go a day or two?
Without you there’s a void, and it sucks.
I’m filling it, filling it, filling it with all the things that I do.
But what if, just for fun, we played a little game called, “chuck it and run” or, “surrender to flux.”

Oh let’s play! It’s one of my favourite games I do say.
Energy and time and focus, now mine all mine.
I love this game because it gives the way,
To more fulfilling and appetizing things, to which I will dine and dine and dine.

Oh dear device, like a cat and mouse chase, except, there’s too many mice.
I will leave you alone to regroup and refresh.
I am taking the hiatus now too, less noise, less mess.
This time away from you, actually, turning into something very nice.

It’s good to change things around and make up your mind and stick.
I had an amusing time with this line, trying not to say dick.
Temptations and emotions and cravings abound.
You never even as much, utter a slight sound.

Phone you trick me, taunt me, lure me and haunt me.
How much longer can we go?
I plan to leave the country one day without you in stow.
I wish you had a real brain, like me, so we could experience more glee.

Ok, enough. I still think you are amazing.
The beautiful way you try to help and make life simpler and easier.
I will be thanking you for your gifts from now until the next phasing.
But I must admit dear phone, some things that you do, unfortunately, make life drearier.

So a little less contact, a little less checking.
There is nothing I will miss that cannot wait.
My mind and body and spirit very due, for less of a pecking.
Thank you. Grateful. You have been a Saint.

Goodbye for now, going to try something else.
Maybe I’ll walk or cook, or go for a swim.
No. I think I’ll paint. Paint with passion and heat so everything melts.
Yes. Painting. Painting is the better option for the win.