eMilee's Creative Thread

this is all thanks to Genesis Pig who made the suggestion to post some of my writings. i really don't care if people just read these or even make a comment. i usually don't let people read what i write-- i am very shy when it comes to this part of my life.

''Black and Blue''

Beat me until I am black and blue all over,
I will not shed any tears for I have none.
I demand that harsh punishment to match the insides of my body.

I feel numb at the touch as what you say brings me no joy.
For all I see is pure hatred and I know I cannot escape your hold on me.

My soul begs to be let free, but in reality,
I know I will never be free of you.

I am ready for your anger to rise above the surface.
My spirit has long since been broken.
Hit me as hard as you can.



one more for tonight and then its bedtime for me and the baby girl with the dog to keep us warm.


Take your best shot,
tilt your head back and forget what ails your soul.
Lime and salt takes care of everything until you wake the next day or night.
Jose will be your best friend and spend your money faster than a woman could.

Drink to forget, Drink to remember.

Just sit tight on that stool and keep lining the glasses up...
Remember to tip the gal behind the counter and don't even think of getting behind the wheel.
Keep coming back here, you will be welcome anytime even on a Sunday morning.

All you need really is a bottle to drown in.
Because the sole comfort is knowing that headache will go away.
But your pain and anger will only grow over time.


thanks for reading... i have tons i can write in this thread. that is if i feel like going back to a time where i hurt worse than i do now.

Thank you for sharing.

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“The gladdest moment in human life, methinks, is a departure into unknown lands.” – Sir Richard Burton

Thank you for sharing.

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"Certainly there is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and like it, never really care for anything else thereafter." - Ernest Hemingway

thanks for reading and for the reps. want more tomorrow?

Contrary to popular belief - Gunny and i are not the same person - although he loves to steal my thunder.



Really though Em' I know what it is like to put this out there like you have. I respect you for it. and yes more plz.

Absolutely. I write myself. Look forward to more from you.

And me and 7thson need to get out of each other's heads.

Finally!
Really liked Black & Blue.

Keep 'em coming.

Very sad stuff Emm

more please

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Silkie: A Mermaid's Confession

I am a rare creature that most do not believe in.
I am powerless to stop what is happening,
for once the sea calls you home,
there is no returning to this form.

My legs now an ebony hued skin,
I taste the salt of the air and water around me.
I must say a slip into the waters of the ocean.

I will visit you in the midnight dreams,
Meet me there for that's where I reside.
Listen to the ocean,
If I could your place would be with me.

Fate has played a nasty trick to let me fall in love with a mortal and disappear in the blackness.
Goodbye, My Love.

I hear my parents calling me back home.
Only I can hear that rhythm.
It's time--for I have been gone away for years but yet in truth, its only a few moments.
I was free to roam about,
but now they are calling me back.

I feel my legs give away to another skin and can't I smell home from here on earth?
Why I must I leave everything I have to come to love?
Maybe he'd take me as I am, but yet I know fate has not been kind to others in this very postion.



I will lie to the one I love that my calling me home
But I will admit where that maybe

The Sea is my home, you see......

I think I liked this one the best.
I really find it fascinating when people don't go for the traditional style of expressions in poetry.. The narrative style of Silkie is beautiful.

But it would be much better without that image.. Reminded me too much of Mariah Carey.
& Silkie she is not.

I used that picture from my favorite artist.

maybe this one works better. its from Scott Gustafson. thanks so far for the reps and the readings. i will continue with this as long as you keep reading and commenting

Now that's better.
Scarlet Pimpernel/Crimson Pirate meets the Little Mermaid.

Thanks Emm Lovely

as always, I am the only one awake in the new day so i am updating this and going to attempt some sleep. tonight i will leave 3 new writings

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I do not feel the need to be beautiful,
In your arms. I feel unworthy of your neverending love.

Can't you understand even after all these years?
That when you suffer, my own soul bleeds even more.
I try to explain that my heart is always will be linked with yours...whether I am home or away.

I run away from many emotions, but your heart will is always where I want to be.
I live within the warmth of your love, but yet I hope that you secretly feel the same way.

I know where my loyalty lies and I will understand you don't always ''get me''

But you know the REAL ME with no scars hidden and tears unshed.


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"Decide''

How far are you willingly to go?
Can you even live with yourself after all said and done?
You can try to live to those who you love,
In the end,
what matters the most is confused.

Truth lies somewhere above the surface.
Your heart will know the truth--
Depend on that to lead you to a correct path.

In the past,
your conscience weighted you down.
Choose what you desire and makes you happy.

I am not telling you what or how to choose, because my choice has been made already.
Long time ago, I made up my mind.

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Last one for today, I promise.

Mu home once filled with memories of love,
but now it stands empty...

I leave never to return before the memories claim me.

I am a coward and know there is some sort of solace in leaving all behind.

I could stay but it would be like a stranger's house.

I will pretend I never lived here and won't drive by wishing and regetting/

I wish the new residents luck,
I am walking out for the final time

You have written quite a lot..
Looks like this thread could go on a daily basis, that's great.

you could say writing is my choice of therapy and an escape. i have 2 huge books of the poems or thoughts with many unbound short stories from over the years.

onto to tonight's selections........
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In the morning when you leave,
I feel the brush of a kiss against my forehead.
I awake to smell your scent hanging in the air.
What little time we have,
I want to stop time and lay in your arms all night long.

I feel your love all around me even when you are gone.
I finally hear your footsteps at the door.
At Last, I can be with you for at least a little while..until the sun rises.

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"Remember''
I see you in a thousand faces in a day.
I turn around and you are never there.
Only in my memory is where you dwell.

I hear a laugh like yours and I enjoy the memories we shared.
Even though, its been 13 years since,
I can still feel you around.

I realize you have always been there for me....

(Dedicated: BCS gone but never forgotten)

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"Red''
I cannot remember the knife, but I do recall the blood.
Everytime I close my eyes, I see the anger of the red.

Why does my memory fail me now of all times?
I have blocked it all out hoping that memory will NEVER return.

I used to dream, but now all I have is nightmares even when I am awake.
I could try to cry--I just feel so numb.
They keep probing me at me--I have NO answers to give.

My secrets have a hole dug so deep where no one can reach them.
Shame, I guess others know what it is.

I listen to the clock tick away knowing I am breathing in survival.
The blood has been wiped away,
but its trail will follow me the rest of the my days.

I live amongst hatred for myself--
I survived when I should not.
Once again,
I try to imagine how the blood all began.

I don't what to say about the last one.
Something must have been bothering you for real.

Great stuff Em

Tonight there is no going back,
Look back with no regret and move forward.
A new life awaits around the next curve.
Buckle up, its time for a change and I am ready for it this time.
Leave the map behind,
Throw out all caution to the wind and set out on a new adventure.


anyone willingly to go? lol

I'd go but luckily I don't have to.

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