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Morsels of poetry written by Emma for you to chew and digest as you wish. Resilience must be your middle name. When identifying players of the wicked game. These hiders of the truth who dare. Not cover their mouths with due care. They let the babble spill and flow. Their lies each second grow and grow. Over the edge they gush like molten lava. No concern for it making your life harder. Smug and smiling and standing tall.
The Magical World of Scar Girl. Never be ashamed of the scars that life has left you with. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed, you endured the pain, and God has healed you. Monday, July 9, 2012. I just want to dance in you. You make me breathe in deep. That makes me scared to sleep. That make me scream out loud;. They suck the power out.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014. Wednesday, June 18, 2014. When did everything turn upside down and how do i fix it? World please turn right side up again! Links to this post. Thursday, May 29, 2014. I guess we just dont get it. Its not about dating, its about being best friends. Can we go back to blasting youtube videos in the car at midnight? Can we go back to the airshow? Remember you dancing on the table? Can I .
Poetry and Theology with some opinion thrown in. Thursday, September 06, 2012. For me, the gift God gives is to speak His words. I say that all i do is take dictation. Which Abram proceeded to totally mess up. What is interesting about both these prophecies .
Poetry of Love and Life. Wishes and Dreams, Once More. On May 14, 2015. It sang songs, but not for me. Just how crazy had I been. I loved you until, my heart bled dry. Till the only sound within my head. Was the echoing madness,. It was you, not the sun. It was you, not the stars.
A blog of the Kenya Association of Poets. Friday, August 24, 2007. Welcome to the official blog of the Kenya Association of Poets.
There was an error in this gadget. There was an error in this gadget. Monday, December 7, 2009. We lived with each other. And kept our secrets hidden forever. You got were you wanted. And know you turn your back on me. I thought we had each other.
You are the mug and the black coffee,. And the rain on the roof. You are a basketball flying through the hoop,. And the old man on the back of the book. You are a watermelon in the soil. And the horses in the pasture. However, you are not a slowly-sipped cup of water,. A tall glass of wine,. Or a Jeep in the parking lot. And you are certainly not the flowering dogwood.