Emmy J.M. Powell : Writing

Bile

Bile

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


You are the heat, that liquifies my jaw, you are the saliva, that pools at my gums, you are the cruel dry heaves, that bite my throat. You are..
Neverlasting

Neverlasting

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


It seems like every thing that I encounter is simply fleeting.Like one step will make the floor creak and I'll be discovered,and just like the sound t..
Overgrown

Overgrown

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


How on earth, is it a family,when the,dreams and aspirations,of your cubs,turn you into,a grizzly bear,with age-stained teeth,voracious overgrown claw..
A Drug Called Bukowski

A Drug Called Bukowski

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


Books are for,people who have,nothing else,to dive into,and I feel like,I'm always,diving into writing,off of a springboard,while others,just step int..
Ruiner

Ruiner

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


You've whisked,right back in,like a gust,of Northern wind, right when I was,starting not to miss,your crooked teeth,and big blue eyes.You've ruined me..
One Zillion Gallons

One Zillion Gallons

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


I’m the biography,that you always opened,butnever paged through,because you skipped,to the index,so you could scope out,thechapters of me,that y..
Clothes Line

Clothes Line

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


Even as a kid,I felt like the odd one out,like everyone else,was carved out of marble,and I was just a picture,ripped out,of someone else’s colo..
Aches & Pains

Aches & Pains

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


The happiest time,in my life,is when I was,a small child and,I would lift,my arms up to the sky,and say,"Tickle me!"And I knew he would.I would laugh,..
Fridge Fullness

Fridge Fullness

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


It never stops,baffling me how,easy it is to think,that I have no reason,to be sad,when I mistake,being sad for,feeling empty.How desperate,am I to tr..
Coffee Filters

Coffee Filters

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


Our bodies Are giant filters Filtering blood Filtering air Filtering the contents Of our stomachs But sometimes It forgets to filter The butterflies A..