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Emily, 21 september 2012
Of Any Help
How in the world are you of any helpful alleviation,
Taking my self underlying words of stressful misery,
Twisting them into a mere, mocking imitation,
Putting for no effort to to understand nor truly see?
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9/11/12
Emily, 15 march 2012
To Cease the Hurt
Apathetic to this unbearable suffering, those callous antagonizers,
Constantly achieving their unsightly wants through this affliction.
Abject adjustments have amplified as ambitions shift to minors;
With no mind to this pitless void, they continue with this infliction.
Typical me, not able to express this dismay and resentment,
As these self-absorbed intimidators aggravate in contentment.
It is unbelievable how emotional torment can be so traumatizing,
And hurtfully damaging to one's state of mind and being.
I cannot bring myself to like many my age,
For they usually act in this individualistic way.
Why can I not allow my silence to disengage,
And for once see to it that it shall all go away?
Somehow, I shall cease my usual, irritating reticence
And resume living through some of life's redolence.
I just have to, so please leave me alone.
Emily, 11 march 2012
Substantial to Meaningless
A lineage of righteous characters,
All bestowing each other radiant hues,
The stone of pyschedelic sentiments,
The holder of thriving vitality.
The iridescence of sapphire, so tranquil and royal,
Exchanges pigments each instance, each hand.
Its psyche trades for emerald, enigmatic yet enamored,
Residing emphatically within those who securely loves.
Hues renovate unnaturally to scarlet, so noble and spiritual,
Painted intricately by the rosiness of glittering cerise.
Amethyst, so frequent, peaceful, stable alongside intuition,
Actualizes purity in the state of gentle composure, mind.
It is now passed to a new generation of living beings,
A contradicting energy of individuality to the previous.
With each passing hand, increasingly vain,
The pigmentation degenerates into corruption.
From elegant azure to amplifying maroon,
From forest chroma to serene mauve,
Now discolored by the greed of simple humanity,
Lowered dejectedly into the void of pettiness.
Pitch-black and demolished from resplendence,
The stone of oblivion now stares spiritlessly.
Emily, 8 march 2012
To Keep;To Free
Daybreak's song cries out in continuous grief,
Following the loss of its companion,
Its physical entity fomerly occupied.
It carries the wordless lyrics,
Yet is unable to allow their descent,
For their bodies have lowered into oblivion.
The mourning dove-like voice within
Resonates lowly through the subdued wind,
Seeking its once before living medium.
The sonority fades in and out
Over and over again.
Why does this protection
Leave merely lamentation?
The melody wishes to forever protect
The shards already eternally shattered.
You shall never seek
To let it all go free.
Emily, 7 march 2012
Ceasing Pearls
The drops that are dismally lost,
And the drops that never change
Remains glittering in this endless abyss.
Inside of this aimless pit of black nothing,
An unfamiliar shade of effulgence
Illuminates the midst of its own entity.
The torch that you have been given
Resides in your former glacial hand.
The cease of the accumulation of mourning, cascading glass
Has abruptly put a pacifying, meaningful end
To the grief of the transparent beads' being.
There are others that remain, however.
Some shall always find a leading way
Through this merciless yet benign world.
Those lamenting, descending globules of your's
Remains falling in the vaults of your reflections,
Yet they have now emphatically
Found a reason to be at some rest.
Emily, 6 march 2012
To Admit Your Mistakes
I dislike how many
never truly admit that
they are wrong when
they know they are.
Their stubborn, prideful attitude
will merely lead to
more mistakes and falls
directed unsurprisingly towards themselves.
Do not sink countless
of times into such
impractical and incorrect methods
consisting of egoistical foolishness.
It is okay to admit your mistakes when they are known;
It is, however, even better when you learn from them.
Emily, 1 march 2012
To Be Kind
Why should I disintegrate the fragments of my fragile individuality
For the sake of others who gives no mind nor care to my well-being?
I have always foolishly expressed naive kindness in mindless vitality,
And receive mere ignorance in return for its apparent meaning.
Maybe I should coldy rebuff these self-absorbed people,
And leave them all to rot under my usually concealed antipathy,
Ignore their desires for help while wallowing in glacial, astringent steel,
For they shall never again take such low advantages of me.
However, I do not wish to do so.
They may be ridiculously superficial;
They may be unpleasantly self-seeking,
But I have realized with a guilty mind of a fool
That kindness can reach some living beings.
To me, kindness is an important, strengthening vitality
That many individuals need in their developing substantiality.
I shall unrelentlessly give many of it on my own free will,
For kindness is what keeps most of our hearts from halting completely still.
Emily, 1 march 2012
Reckless Kindness
There are those times when I am bitterly weary,
Worn down by the outcomes of my childish generosity,
Angry and torn by ignorant individuals' lowest reactions,
And doubting whether I should continue being recklessly kind.
Emily, 22 february 2012
Sleepless Fear
I cannot composedly slumber in the convenience of my mind,
For fear has trickled uncomfortably in my easily worried psyche,
Disrupting its former state of calm and emanating tranquility,
And slowsly sinking me into the depths of anxious anticipation.
Emily, 22 february 2012
Artless Days
The canvas in which I breathe through is unmovingly blank,
For I have not included myself in the iridescent paint of vitality.
I long to brush aimlessly beyond this artless, motionless rank,
And decorate with the blooming nature of my emerging individuality.
Emily, 20 february 2012
Happy Birthday, Mom
You are always trying your best for us,
As we have those chances that we get handed down to.
Now please let me happily discuss
The good things about my mom, you.
Your smile radiates this whole, bonded family;
Your caring presence creates a safe feeling of comfort.
The memories will carry on clearly and infinitely
As the sweet yet cruel time swims by in little effort.
Smile on this wonderful birthday,
For it is an important and special memory.
There should be no bits of sadness or heartache,
Because it is meant to be treasured in tranquility
This finally adds up to what I have been meaning to
say.
I love you;
Happy Birthday.
Emily, 17 february 2012
Wasted Patience
Why do I continuously display this weary, overused patience
While others confine me in such a solitary state of useless waiting?
They put forth no effort to pursue mind of this tedious insignificance
As I gradually sink my happiness into the void of no meaning.
Emily, 17 february 2012
The Once Fluorescent Lake
Shrouded by the weary oblivion of tedious time,
The once fluorescent lake stands stiffly in heavy tiredness.
Though the cerulean, flowing aspects have faded alight,
The lake itself still wallows unrelentlessly in its own memories.
Emily, 17 february 2012
Time Healing
Gradually shrouding its remnants that emitted its former, poisoning vitality,
The endless pit of glowing remembrance conceals its once before essence;
Other containments of fresh beginnings and interludes seep over blindingly,
For the sands of time have finally healed the painful memories' presence.
Emily, 28 january 2012
You Blinded Fool
How can you not hear acutely
When one has been extensively vociferating?
How can you not deeply perceive
The signal that has been desperately reverberating?
One have tried innumerable, meaningless tries
To initiate aid from your short sighted replies,
For you are irrevocably devoid of truly conceiving,
As the languishing one is silently pleading.
Do not heedlessly deny
This actual, apparent standing,
For your undiscerning sight
Has worsened a suffering.
Enough with your cursed foolishness;
Rid yourself of this nonsensical blindness,
You illconsidered fool.
Emily, 26 january 2012
The Fluorescent Lake
It is simply beautiful, precious and is a rich, dark cerulean,
Painted intricately by the sky's deep, black abyss.
The pale effulgence illuminates its alchemistic oblivion,
In which beneath its surface lies many anomalies amiss.
Though it is prominently noticeable with its striking inscrutableness,
And vividly expressive with its mystifying beauty,
One cannot help but fear of contact with its enigmatic surface,
For it would emit unease with its unknown perplexity.
It can be solely be gazed upon from this figmental image,
Formed together by the depths of my contemplative visualization.
It is too unbreakable; too magnificent in its optical knowledge
That I will refrain from ridding this mind of its demonstration.
Despite the cause of this imaginary entity,
Its ability to radiate remarkably in darkness;
Its capability of expressing my own individuality,
Will not completely apply its presence into falseness.
For this body of water is my imagination, somehow alive.
Luminous and striking,
The fluorescent lake.
Emily, 7 january 2012
Negativity in My Eyes
Just a handful of contemptible people, you are.
Jeers of mockery; despicable remarks; weak, uncontrollable urges.
That is all there is to the beings that are of the majority;
I do not believe in complete, pure kindness nor angelic innocence.
It is very rare, almost impossible; almost endangered.
The future of humanity not only depends on physical welfare and order,
But the emotional and mental capacity in the spiraling depths of individuality,
Which allows the connection in which ideal bonds and preciousness to come forth,
And shed the light and kindness that heals; allows such imperfect, yet sturdy connections.
It is beginning to lack, however, as many turn to greed and tremendously selfish ideals.
As you age into this world,
You will discover the rose symbolising beauty,
And underneath the folds of the seemingly perfect rose,
You will notice such repulsive filth and shriveled, poisonous petals.
That is merely a part of human nature, concealed somewhere on this globe.
That is what partly defines us, the amazing yet destructive living beings.
Emily, 6 january 2012
Wanting to Give Thanks
He built the shelf in our garage for his time,
He smiled and attempted to lightly converse,
He showed true kindness, despite the actions in a certain part of his past;
He purchased an expensive item that I did not ask for.
To my shock and self loathing, it did not occur to me to give him thanks;
To my tremendous guilt, he did not have a job to earn money.
At the time, I had no mind or knowledge
Of the dark pieces of his shadowed past.
Those fragments of time I had wondered around about his recent welfare;
The last fragment I had sound of his whereabouts,
I discovered in shock that he was in confinement, punished
For the crimes of his past; his foolish mistakes; his regrets.
Nonetheless, he was already a changed man.
If only I had thought sooner...
If only I can see him once
Just to give my unsaid thanks.
Emily, 6 january 2012
Why Should I Wait?
Why do I
Always wait here
When people never
Wait for me?
Why do I
Even bother to
Be kind;forgiving
to uncaring people?
Patience is said
To be a
Good, valued virtue,
Which hurts me.
Why should I
Wait for others
When they always
Ditch this loser?
It shows exactly
How much they
Think about this
Dumb, stupid girl.
Why should I even bother?
Why should I wait any longer?
Emily, 5 january 2012
Start of a New Time
Sink the expressionless, pearled petals of solitude
Into the abyss of the fresh, melodious prelude.
The jaded, frozen arias of the days that you've known
Had once shimmered with the striking rays of vitality.
Startled, you were then swiftly and suddenly shown
The horrors and spiteful callousness of reality.
Nevertheless, you can signal the start of a new purpose
As you slowly start to obtain the glowing comfort of mind.
Warm like the nature air;streaked beyond the boundary surface;
Leaving behind the cold, heartless stopper of time.
Sink the expressionless, pearled petals of solitude
Into the abyss of the fresh melodious prelude.
Restore back the sands of time, unfrozen and refreshed.
Emily, 5 january 2012
Your Paranoia
Lingering fadingly in the hazy atmoshpere,
Thick yet thin in its foggy presence;
What is that troubling, eerie being that gazes suspiciously?
It is merely the hiding shadow.
What does it seek beyong the realms of its empty soul?
There are different varieties of the types:
Forbidden intentions that crazes humanity,
Minor feelings of trickling fear and anxious apprehension,
Deranged emotions of betrayal and bitter fusions,
Exaustion to the point of unnecessary self harm.
There may be more.
Such darkness, whether of signifigance or not, that closes in suffocation.
Why must it torture and unsettle?
Trickling lightly in the troublesome back of the thinking brain,
Shrouding the positive remnants as it slowly dominates,
Slowly ridding of your secure and sheltered happiness,
Your burdensome paranoia.
Emily, 5 january 2012
Surpass the Negativity
This world consists of many beautiful contents,
But there are also many deceptive and undesirable things inhabiting its pool.
Along with it are human beings that roam this world with such unpleasant intents.
Why must many individuals be so uncaring, so cruel?
Back in your newest days, naivety sheltered your heart in its innocent light;
You had merely seen what beauty there is right in front of you, what defined you,
But as it is fully gazed upon, you start to see such an unpleasant sight.
No matter how repugnant and unacceptable it may be, it is true.
However, despite the negativity, I will remain true to myself
And surpass whatever unhappiness and conflicts that may settle threateningly in my way.
Never let it diffuse to you, never give on yourself;
Do not let your honesty shift and sway.
No matter how difficult everything may forever seem,
Always cling on to your beautiful, unbreakable dream.
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