Poetry Blog by Emma Cordova
Devon Brock on Anonymous (Mon, 26 Aug 2019 10:10 pm)
I stare at these
I no longer cry
But instead stifle
Not because you are gone
But because I am beginning
What it felt like
To have you
Thursday 19th September 2019 5:54 pm
I replayed every moment
Of every day
In my head.
Though it is painful
It would be excruciating
Thursday 19th September 2019 5:49 pm
In trying to find myself again
I have come to realize
What I have known
From the very beginning:
I don't identify with being human.
It seems this could present a problem.
Wednesday 18th September 2019 5:32 pm
I have said many times
My way out has been determined
Though they still doubt it to be true
I have the keys to all those locked boxes
I know how and where to place a needle
My advice would only be to the oncoming crew
Make sure you do a good truck check.
Monday 9th September 2019 1:10 pm
Every time I see one of those
Glaring yellow stickers,
Knowing that it was something you touched,
I get frustrated, angry,
I feel alone all over again.
And I wonder
Would it make me feel any better
If I stuck those
Glaring yellow stickers
All over myself.
Sunday 8th September 2019 7:50 pm
I've been working on myself since the day you left, nine months ago.
You would think by now I'd have the whole thing down, that I would be nearly cured and over you.
That's the furthest thing from the truth.
Its embarrassing, really. I am stronger than this, this is nothing that I would ever want to admit.
Sure, I have learned. I fear rejection, I fear abandonment. I have no concept...
Sunday 8th September 2019 7:14 pm
A simple shopping trip
For kale, of all blessed things;
We turned to find you,
Eyes desperately searching for help
In what you deemed a helpless situation.
For us, it was a simple request
But your gratitude was unmatched.
It seemed like no time
Until kale turned to coffee cake
That we ate for what seemed like weeks,
I can still remember the taste;
Sugary, but not as sweet
As the love y...
Thursday 5th September 2019 3:11 pm
In the faint grasp of my right hand,
I run the tips of my fingers
Feeling the callouses,
Feeling the hard work,
Though I find your hand is missing -
Those callouses now mine.
Thursday 5th September 2019 2:17 pm
I read these words of others
And I can't help it,
My mind can't help but wonder,
How many of us are there?
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 8:37 pm
I've been in the business
For quite some time.
I am tired
Of telling it how it should be.
This wound is not healing;
But, like you,
I am just getting better
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 8:21 pm
You made me promise
To never become like you
You were far too distant
Darkness was all you knew
For all that you had come to love
Had left you on your own
So you claimed that you were lost
For losing all you'd known.
Then, as I remember,
For I cannot forget
You claimed I was young and naive
Inexpierenced as of yet.
For it was here you seemed to find
The fatalist of flaws -
Monday 2nd September 2019 7:14 pm
I can't make the claim
That I miss you...
I can only insist
I miss how things were before.
Becomes an issue -
I don't know
Who you are anymore.
Monday 26th August 2019 3:04 pm
I still sneak an unsafe peek at,
Dangerous only to myself.
I can't help but wonder
How far this plane will travel
Before you realize
That I am already in the sky,
Miles and miles and miles
Away from you,
But still close enough
That your words
Have not ceased their echoing.
Sunday 25th August 2019 12:19 pm