tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51784269658761931712024-03-08T12:39:13.920+01:00Songbird MelodiesEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-55794828816837568142010-03-21T01:39:00.004+01:002010-03-21T01:46:33.996+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bK5aAIMj9eA/S6VsIJRayII/AAAAAAAACTs/5E7GO4aqMAI/s1600-h/CIMG4975.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bK5aAIMj9eA/S6VsIJRayII/AAAAAAAACTs/5E7GO4aqMAI/s320/CIMG4975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450881811185584258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Peak-ing</span></span><br /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-41522604752479623942010-02-23T01:35:00.003+01:002010-02-23T01:45:09.711+01:00Songs of You of ThisI started a playlist and let it run. Songs of You, of This. Suddenly I am transported to another time and place. Where the sun shines eternally and everything is fresh and new. Friendships that seem destined, love that's just blossoming. And one glorious word encompassing all.<br /><br />Possibility<br /><br />Hunching my shoulders forward, I react gratefully to the melodies in my ears. Each one unlocking a hundred memories. Kind words, deep discussions, even tarot readings. My heart lurches hungrily, painfully at key moments, tunes, rhythms. Grasping memories that feel almost physical. They weigh me down and lift me up intermittently.<br /><br />Comfort<br /><br />I find comfort in the plucking of guitar strings, the beating of drums, the ever gorgeous hums of the cello. Each song I've heard a dozen, fifty, a hundred times. Each time feels like the first. I shouldn't be surprised. Spring is around the corner. I know what this means.<br /><br />I'm twitterpated.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-6759358805002905252010-02-22T00:24:00.000+01:002010-02-22T00:25:07.939+01:00Loving LifeI’m not sure what’s holding <br />Me together anymore<br />The smallest things tear me <br />Down I’m tender to the core<br /><br />I feel things happening all<br />Around me calling me in close<br />Blinding though is my desire to<br />Cling to that which matters most<br /><br />I’ve learned that fun is still<br />Possible when I feel so low<br />Loving life is still attainable <br />Yes thankfully this I know<br /><br />So push that pain yet further<br />Down and lift your head high<br />Hold on to the fact that the <br />Pain’s almost over relief is nigh.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-22081197290971903882010-01-30T01:29:00.000+01:002010-01-30T01:30:20.867+01:00To Quote Kelly Clarkson...My life would suck without you.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-70507064042792371102010-01-29T22:54:00.000+01:002010-01-29T22:55:51.463+01:00White NoiseThere’s an awful churning in my gut<br />Like I’m hungry<br />But I’m not hungry.<br /><br />My heart feels stretched so thin<br />Like it’s been scraped<br />Over too vast an expanse.<br /><br />It’s so confusing flip-flopping<br />From one feeling<br />Then to another.<br /><br />One minute I’m bursting,<br />Hopeful, cheerful,<br />The next I’m only alone.<br /><br />I need an escape now,<br />A quick release,<br />To pick the pieces back up.<br /><br />When I know what I want,<br />What’s right,<br />The solitude becomes too much.<br /><br />But hold on I must<br />For a time,<br />A place where I’ll feel at home.<br /><br />If I just stay patient<br />The unmatched rewards<br />Will far outweigh the white noise.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-77456374173112422562009-12-31T15:35:00.003+01:002010-01-30T01:32:34.027+01:00A Look Back...At 2009<br /><br />I have never really done <span style="font-style: italic;">a year in review</span> or anything like that, but here goes. The happy moments, the sad ones, the feats and the memories:<br /><br />In 2009...<br /><br />10. I read 55 books, and began a 56th.<br />9. My favorite students threw me a goodbye party<br />8. I sledded in the Alps (as 2008 became 2009)<br />7. I toured Edinburgh, London, Budapest, Bruges, Amsterdam, Paris, Brussels, Milan, Vienna, and Glasgow<br />6. I fell in love with a school and a country<br />5. Matthew came to France<br />4. We lost Louis and got Henry<br />3. I had a special visitor all of September<br />2. I met Matthew, and fell in love<br />1. I got to live another year of love, life and joy with the 4 (and now 5) people who mean the most.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-72756893867706859492009-12-25T13:42:00.003+01:002010-01-30T01:32:18.335+01:00The Almost-ChristmasIf this is the time to be with the people you love, I'm only 4/5.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-63312496099547416982009-12-03T00:10:00.001+01:002010-01-30T01:32:54.010+01:00On My State of BeingDid you ever think it would be like this?<br />I dreamed it would, but did I really know?<br />The answers we may never find,<br />But perhaps I don’t even need them.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-55804308914298335912009-12-02T00:09:00.002+01:002009-12-02T00:16:00.923+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bK5aAIMj9eA/SxWi8P_y2CI/AAAAAAAACQA/Bbu2rk7dPqk/s1600/CIMG3490.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bK5aAIMj9eA/SxWi8P_y2CI/AAAAAAAACQA/Bbu2rk7dPqk/s320/CIMG3490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410409683325474850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Reminiscent of another age<br /></span></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-4045683853421519832009-11-26T22:41:00.004+01:002010-01-30T01:33:12.282+01:00RemixI'm feeling rather torn<br />Disjointed<br />Not knowing what<br />To do<br /><br />And you would too.<br /><br />My heart says one thing<br />My head<br />Well it says<br />Different<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nothing's</span> etched in cement.<br /><br />Maybe I should just<br />Go for<br />It the thing I truly<br />Desire<br /><br />I do indeed aspire.<br /><br />There is a good<br />Beginning<br />Here I'm getting rather<br />Strong<br /><br />And yet it takes so long.<br /><br />If it were up<br />to me<br />Well then I'd be sprinting<br />to you<br /><br />Straight 'til you're in view.<br /><br />But it is, up to me<br />That is<br />So maybe I should adjust<br />My mind<br /><br />Stop waiting for a clearer sign.<br /><br />It's time to seize my life it's<br />time<br />I'm tired of putting it on<br />Hold<br /><br />I choose today to start growing old.<br /><br />With you.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-38027564151814902752009-11-16T20:24:00.004+01:002009-12-02T00:07:53.369+01:00I Love UsThis week marks 8 months<br />That we have been us.<br />It's gone by fast,<br />But the separations<br />Go by so slow.<br /><br />Learning to still have fun<br />While apart is like<br />Trying to breathe<br />Underwater, nevertheless<br />I'll do my best.<br /><br />Love's my light in a<br />Sea of shadows,<br />Hold on tight I'm<br />Coming I'm running<br />As Fast as I can.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-27197820305853637732009-11-11T22:01:00.003+01:002009-12-02T00:07:01.991+01:00ToxicMy poison courses all around,<br />Spreading warmly through my veins,<br />Tracing its terror from my heart<br />And slowly back again.<br /><br />No more will I infect you all,<br />Those who care and watch over me.<br />Instead I will hide it deep and away,<br />Protect you from the toxic sea.<br /><br />They carry the precious antidote<br />In the palms of their tiny open hands,<br />Needing, wanting me to have it,<br />Kindly and freely offering and—<br /><br />I stretch so long and far with all<br />The strength that I possess<br />I—reach, sometimes even catch it,<br />Salvation from the constant unrest.<br /><br />But this is only for a moment<br />For all alone again, consumed<br />I wade in dark and murky waters<br />The bulk of my life in an empty room.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-41423348446084245942009-10-28T20:53:00.003+01:002009-12-02T23:39:09.308+01:00Iseut (English Translation)From the moment of the potion’s touch<br />Delicate fingers rise to brush<br />Her quivering lips, light clearing the dim<br />A fresh pain she senses, the love of him<br /><br />She sees in his eyes, calm before the storm<br />So deep are they, so courageous and warm<br />He renders Brown beautiful as never before<br />Giving life to the color that’s always ignored.<br /><br />Circumstance fights with all its force<br />Nature wrestles with strength and resource<br />The Elements whirl about in aggression<br /><br />But nothing can erase her undying passion<br />She loves him despite Them despite great distance<br />Love the victor, for them, pleasure’s ever immense.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-57285102164868701582009-10-24T01:21:00.002+02:002009-12-02T00:06:42.251+01:00Just Ask JuneThere’s no reason I shouldn’t be mad as hell,<br />Screaming at the gods or brewing a spell,<br />There’s no reason I shouldn’t shake my fists,<br />Drowning in endless planning and lists.<br /><br />There’s no reason I shouldn’t curse the Earth,<br />Shouting profanities, for what they’re worth,<br />There’s no reason I shouldn’t just let go,<br />Let chance take me places I cannot yet know.<br /><br />There’s no reason I shouldn’t cry every night,<br />Aching in agony, writhing in spite,<br />There’s no reason I shouldn’t just give in,<br />Allowing these burdens the hard earned win.<br /><br />But I won’t ever let these things be so,<br />Or turn my back on what I surely know,<br />That you are the reason I’ll suffer it all<br />No matter how fast or how often I fall.<br /><br />Instead I say let’s dive right in, head first,<br />Together I know we can conquer the worst<br />Of the hardships in life or the problems we’ll face,<br />Our epic love spans through time and through space.<br /><br />So ignore them, those who told you to pause,<br />Keep the dream alive, believe in the cause,<br />The brevity of life should keep us going,<br />Not stopping for anything, always knowing<br /><br />That the message is clear and has been all along<br />In all of our poems and in every song,<br />Our time is our own, so I say make haste and<br />Sing out: Let’s go, time’s a wastin’!Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-66504663146188294092009-10-13T20:47:00.001+02:002009-12-02T00:06:32.962+01:009-24-09It’s one of those things<br />People expect you’ll just<br />Bounce<br />Right back, but you can’t.<br /><br />They just don’t understand<br />Even if they do<br />They don’t.<br />It’s almost ineffable<br /><br />The hurt we feel without him,<br />Two weeks later<br />Here I am crying all over<br />Again, I can’t stop<br /><br />The world without him<br />Feels even more alone,<br />As if that were possible<br />Especially now, but somehow<br /><br />It is.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-22942036467023241632009-10-11T01:06:00.002+02:002009-12-02T00:06:15.929+01:00The Spice to My SugarThere is this girl<br />I know so well<br />And you, you know<br />Her too she’s<br />Always dance dance dancing<br />Life away with<br />Little to slow<br />Her down swirling<br />Whirling round<br />And round and<br />Round and<br /><br />Well-<br />Perhaps that<br />Is<br />Just the way<br />She wants<br />You to see her<br />She<br />Can’t stop-<br />For a minute or<br />All falls<br />Apart she<br />Depends on<br />Me, depends on<br />Us.<br /><br />She has a heart<br />Of gold, of gold<br />You know<br />She cares so much<br />It makes her cry<br />The tough exterior<br />And carefree way<br />Are merely guises<br />For the fragile<br />Soul that lies<br />Within and<br /><br />So-<br />She’ll keep on<br />Keep on dancing<br />And try<br />Her very best<br />To be brave she<br />Keeps on keeps on<br />Dance<br />Dance dancing<br />Until she finds<br />The one<br />Brave enough to<br />Catch<br />Her.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-49572735962767754872009-10-10T10:31:00.001+02:002009-12-02T00:06:01.470+01:00Choppy ConstanceBeing apart gives me the constant sensation<br />That something is stuck on the tip of my tongue<br />Like there’s something I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ve</span> forgotten to say<br />Or an important story left untold<br /><br />It’s like losing my keys or even forgetting<br />An important meeting I meant to attend,<br />That clenching in the pit of my stomach,<br />Shoulders tense to remind me that<br /><br />You <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">aren</span>’t here to talk to me, and<br />To make me feel at ease in life,<br />Showing me all that I want is right here.<br /><br />I can only sigh, attempt, fail to relax,<br />Because the dull pain I always feel<br />Is the lack of you, and that, alone.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-31398637515484449252009-10-06T20:43:00.006+02:002009-12-02T23:38:58.696+01:00Full CircleOnce there was a little girl<br />Who thought she'd go and see the world,<br />But little did she know the suprise<br />Awaiting her warm and bright blue eyes.<br /><br />She saw great wonders in the Pope's home,<br />Went to Florence to catch a glimpse of the dome.<br />She climbed the peaks of Switzerland,<br />And even viewed gifts for Mitterrand.<br /><br />She heard the ringing of Big Ben,<br />Learned tales of ghosts in Edinburgh then<br />She marveled at the chateaux in Perigord,<br />And listened to endless French folklore.<br /><br />She tasted splendors in Ankara,<br />Explored the entire Alhambra,<br />She danced the tango in B.A.,<br />Went to Versailles to see the palais.<br /><br />She visited the Marché de Noel,<br />So much she knew she'd have to tell<br />To those whom she had left behind<br />When she had known they wouldn't mind.<br /><br />And what she learned she did not expect<br />Despite her marvelous intellect,<br />That the home that she had left one fall<br />Was the place that she loved most of all.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-59876909256899119462009-10-04T02:54:00.002+02:002010-02-22T00:29:46.379+01:00The Lack of YouIt's a wonder what the heart can survive.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-77349842349237111382009-10-03T19:50:00.001+02:002009-12-02T00:05:09.005+01:00The (Un)attainable2 a.m., I’m wide awake again, with <br />Warm butterflies for company <br />After months and months and here I am<br />Tingles rise to phantom boiling points. <br /> <br />It’s not supposed to be like this <br />At least it never was before <br />My swelling vessels, tightened lungs <br />Tugging me in apparent reverse. <br /><br />But I’m no fool, clear skies ahead <br />I’ll not forsake the whimsy yet <br />‘Tis but proof once and for all, it’s <br />Possible to catch a snowflake.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-53407640280637439662009-08-16T03:36:00.002+02:002009-12-02T00:04:52.495+01:00Writer's Block? Or lack of talent...Sometimes the words, other times the ideas, seemingly never both.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-59696073385361589422009-08-14T05:21:00.001+02:002009-12-02T00:04:37.637+01:00TemporaryA thousand pure and shimmering moments,<br />I wished and prayed would never end, coiled<br />Tightly around a feeling, a place, an idea,<br />I longed for infinity in those instants.<br /><br />Dangling from the cool zephyrs, breezily<br />Sweeping me, through life, whether<br />Tethered to a coaster spinning hard and quick,<br />Or soaring in the powdery mountain white<br /><br />I hoped to lock into those instances<br />Of impenetrable joy, But—<br /><br />Most notable, I believe, are the moments<br />Spent with all the wrong someones,<br />For you see, (and you must see)<br />Time could not possibly stand still for them and me.<br /><br />Forever is far too long and too short<br />To spend with the nobodies and the mistakes.<br />Perhaps once you reach me,<br />The everlasting rhythm will finally halt<br /><br />Or maybe we are temporarily static,<br />Paying our dues for limitless bliss to come.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-69436303132738217392009-07-23T06:41:00.002+02:002009-12-02T00:04:25.406+01:00BoundTrapped within a prison<br />Whose design is not my own,<br />Inadequate and meek and<br />Submissive all along.<br /><br />Why can I not prevent, defeat<br />These demons hunting me,<br />Who bind me firmly to the ground,<br />While heart calls to the sea?<br /><br />You must know I’m questing now,<br />Chasing dreams with all my might.<br />I shudder, cold and confused<br />With no remedy in sight.<br /><br />In words alone can you and I<br />Appear together as one.<br />In fleeting, captured, recorded thoughts,<br />Which cannot be undone.<br /><br />Someday soon they’ll let me go<br />And run away to thee,<br />For now this melody must suffice<br />In uniting you and me.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-80367994204004434992009-07-16T01:51:00.002+02:002009-12-02T00:04:11.135+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bK5aAIMj9eA/Sl5r1xntaZI/AAAAAAAACKo/jAPgNYuiRq8/s1600-h/CIMG0968.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bK5aAIMj9eA/Sl5r1xntaZI/AAAAAAAACKo/jAPgNYuiRq8/s320/CIMG0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358839178214599058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Blanket Fall<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178426965876193171.post-3755129357289164042009-07-07T05:52:00.004+02:002009-12-02T00:08:19.341+01:00Why I Can't See the Green in Your EyesThere he stood, a small lad then,<br />Brown pools of wonder and delight,<br />Every color mixing together,<br />Deep innocence glowing, brightest light.<br /><br />The boy gives brown new life,<br />Making it beautiful as never before.<br />Thick long lashes act as shields,<br />Preserving his youth evermore.<br /><br />Adolescence reigns in then,<br />Like storm clouds on the prowl.<br />Ominous skies, oracles of turmoil,<br />Threatening the warmth now, thick and fowl.<br /><br />Here he stands, now six feet tall,<br />Emerald creases of experience appear,<br />Cracking lightening crawls, etching<br />Green wiry wrinkles, subtly severe.<br /><br />Spider webs of angst now grow,<br />And green pokes selfishly through,<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Highlighting</span> the freshest of scars,<br />Defeating every other hew.<br /><br />The focus and strain of all those years<br />Shows in the new and murky brown.<br />That green of knowledge and of smarts,<br />A wealth of all that innocence gone.<br /><br />The girl makes all that disappear,<br />The streaks dissolve, evaporate.<br />Once again the ageless pools<br />Erase traces of the fall from grace.<br /><br />A catalyst making the colors vibrate,<br />Bubbling up and harmonizing anew.<br />The doe eyes resurfacing now<br />The green no longer seeping through.<br /><br />To her the green is invisible now<br />As the boy who believed in love appears.<br />Wisdom covers anguish, with<br />Smiles replacing all the tears.<br /><br />So expressive, they smirk, these<br />Eyes, that slight lip curl<br />Brightens and softens those globes,<br />Those maps to the heart's whole world.<br /><br />The boy gives brown new life,<br />Making it beautiful as never before.<br />Thick long lashes act as shields<br />Preserving his youth evermore.<br /><br />Agitation still brings out the green,<br />And boy to man must often roam,<br />But when he lets her be that spark,<br />The storms calm and in her he's home.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06123978130020664555noreply@blogger.com0