A Poem from Below

A Poem from Below

A Poem by Emily the Strange

This is my first poem on this site, and it sort of reflects my insecurities about being a somewhat new writer.

I’m starved of the scared fruit
with thirst for a dapple juice.
I’ll bore ‘til I scratch those roots.
See if the seeds are of use.

I love when this forest shines,
but far I’m below the trees.
No do on these paper shrines
as afterglows come to see.

© 2018 Emily the Strange

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Emily the Strange
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Added on August 6, 2018
Last Updated on August 6, 2018
Tags: poem, poetry, writer, writing, insecurity


Emily the Strange
Emily the Strange

I’m an okay writer, subpar artist, and terrible French speaker. I have a tumblr. I may link it if anyone’s curious. :/ Thank you for visiting! more..