Home for the thoughts I’m too afraid to voice out loud. Maybe someday I won’t be…
It all started with Shania Twain. The very first song I ever remember liking was Up! by Shania. My mom has a video of me as a 3 year old, jumping and spinning and dancing to that song, and I think that's honestly why I try to be an optimist.
By Emma Mark3 years ago in Beat
Roses. That’s what it smelled like. When I walked through that door and she told me the news. When she told me you hadn’t made it.
By Emma Mark3 years ago in Poets
Dear Jonathan, I miss you. I miss all those late night talks we never got. The ones where we'd joke around about girls your age and how many of them have crushes on you. The ones where you would tell me your biggest fears and dreams and we'd look at the stars together trying to ponder how we got where we are.
There once was a land called “If Only” Filled with the broken and lonely. The “What If”s and “Should Have”s The “Would’ve if I Could Have”s,
She’s floating along Ev’ry day more numb than last It wasn’t her fault —— He brought her so low She could feel it eroding
his nose was purple but not only that it was long and pointy and evil somehow And i just knew if i looked it would be my nose too
Blue waves on the shore come to take my weary soul to my blue sky home
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." I repeat the phrase in my mind, playing with the next line as I wander down yet another empty street. "Nobody mentions the screams of those who are left behind... nobody considers the haunted wailings of the abandoned souls unlucky enough to be left behind..."
By Emma Mark3 years ago in Fiction
