Submissions by emmalouise
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Déjà Vu and Déjà Vécu- A comparison.
Déjà vu, phenomena of the mind”
I watch as my brother sorts his pills,
4 yellow, 5 blue, 1 pink.
His thirsting eyes, craving and aching
For the lullaby his pills sing into the depths--
The calming yellow of an old friend
Soothing the restless staccato of his mind.
I have seen this before.
I’m sure of it.
“You’re mistaken” I whisper.
“How so?” he asks as the bleached eyes of the Texas sky
Transform into darting, disconnected glimpses of nothing in particular.
“Déjà Vécu”
An eerie phenomenon, a feeling;
Of the knowledge...
I watch as my brother sorts his pills,
4 yellow, 5 blue, 1 pink.
His thirsting eyes, craving and aching
For the lullaby his pills sing into the depths--
The calming yellow of an old friend
Soothing the restless staccato of his mind.
I have seen this before.
I’m sure of it.
“You’re mistaken” I whisper.
“How so?” he asks as the bleached eyes of the Texas sky
Transform into darting, disconnected glimpses of nothing in particular.
“Déjà Vécu”
An eerie phenomenon, a feeling;
Of the knowledge...
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The Mansion
I love this mansion,
But there are far too many windows...
To open half way each morning light
And close half way more each night
The night breeze
Chills this broken home
The wind flows through
A broken soul
The dead is speaking to me
The death is within this house
It is within me.
I am at a humble peace with the death I meet
No longer do I meet my fate with contempt
This house is caging me
Never again will I be free
I am an orphan, I am a new born child
Thrust into the cold world a devil has contrived ...
But there are far too many windows...
To open half way each morning light
And close half way more each night
The night breeze
Chills this broken home
The wind flows through
A broken soul
The dead is speaking to me
The death is within this house
It is within me.
I am at a humble peace with the death I meet
No longer do I meet my fate with contempt
This house is caging me
Never again will I be free
I am an orphan, I am a new born child
Thrust into the cold world a devil has contrived ...
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The midnight horror show
I lay in this darkened room
Red floods the walls around me
The lights of the strip club outside
Begging for my delinquency
I hear the screaming and moaning of lost souls
Trying to find me
Let me in, let me in.
I just want to be pure
But there’s no ideal more contentious...
The night is calling me
The midnight horror show feeds on the screams
Of the demons needing me
I am the main attraction
I am all they want to see
I am the star
Though this star burned the facade
Of the innocent girl, potential ...
Red floods the walls around me
The lights of the strip club outside
Begging for my delinquency
I hear the screaming and moaning of lost souls
Trying to find me
Let me in, let me in.
I just want to be pure
But there’s no ideal more contentious...
The night is calling me
The midnight horror show feeds on the screams
Of the demons needing me
I am the main attraction
I am all they want to see
I am the star
Though this star burned the facade
Of the innocent girl, potential ...
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