Poe Met Emily : Writing

We Clashed So Nicely.

We Clashed So Nicely.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily


Your head against mine, the pressure feels so calming.Your skin is flushed, warm and soft in my hands.Why are you holding me like I hold you?Why do yo..
The Pavement And Trees.

The Pavement And Trees.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily


Push against the current over and over again.My veins are liquid under your gaze.Can you tell, can you see, or is it only lies?I like the quiet peace ..
You Have Tact.

You Have Tact.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily


I kick in my doors one by one,A talented spirit behind the grasslands and mixed oceans.The sun shows in your eyes like a god's light.Will you look at ..
My Safe Haven Is Coming?

My Safe Haven Is Coming?

A Poem by Poe Met Emily


Inches from lips and miles from my heart,I wish I knew you, wish I knew you.Shaking my head, I can't get you out.I scream at the night to block out th..
Mom And Dad Don't Even Have This.

Mom And Dad Don't Even Have This.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily


I have never felt the sky like I have today.My lungs are balloons in the clouds.Do you see the tremble in my hands,Or the weary in my eyes, how the ke..
My Feet Are Slipping Into Yours.

My Feet Are Slipping Into Yours.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily


The moments feel like fire under my skin.How dare I, How dare I.My heart is fast, a train hyped cable wires.Somehow, I like the hug you gave.You didn'..
The Scarf I Wear.

The Scarf I Wear.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily


When did I start thinking of you?You're but a man; those strong hands seem inviting.You listen so well; why, why?I am absolutely nothing but a shell, ..
Colors Are Starting To Show.

Colors Are Starting To Show.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily


I look at these small empty hands filled with tears.Would you hold them gently when I'm okay;Stop thinking of a stranger like this...You could never s..
First Steps.

First Steps.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily


That expression looks more appealing than his smile.Broken fragments keep me shaking, shaking, shaking.Why, why are you here now, in my mind, so calm?..
Would We Call It A Start?

Would We Call It A Start?

A Poem by Poe Met Emily


It was just one look with an angel pulling at my hands.You didn't turn from my eyes, floating in a cloud of lights.I kept telling you to look away, my..

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