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Emilie

Just wanting to write something down, even if it isn’t perfect.

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Emilie

Just wanting to write something down, even if it isn’t perfect.

44
Writings
5
Followers
2
Following
metamorpshe

Emilie

1 min read

I am a sum of moments

Some of them too strong

Creating currents

Thrashing me around

Turning dreams into nightmares

Painting me to fools

or a mask to feel worth again

trapped in a game to prove

against the moment you try to forget

Try to take control

Try to brush over it

With an illusion of control

Telling tales of «this doesnt define me"

But realizing instead

I became a result of it

Desperately...

Poetry

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Silence

Emilie

2 min read

silence.

my desire for it has been like a current rushing through me, dragging me into the depths.

where it lay hiding in the crooks and crannies of the world.

the solace i found in silence stilled me.

i learned how to talk to it at the age of ten. it found me, and welcomed me in its embrace of peace.

I seeked my profound solace in it.

the one place where battles arent meant to be won, loss d...

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Healing or blood?

Emilie

1 min read

some seek blood

thirsty for revenge

redemption, a turn of cards

the trembling

trembling hands in power

clawing at might

hollow of fright

coming up empty

empty


others seek to heal

seek a peace within their soul

to find solace

to make amends with life

not to fight the devil with swords

but because after all

the hardest battle

is the one facing the mirror

and arent we all

simultaneously

fighting a ...

Poetry

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Lost

Emilie

1 min read

a world left untouched

the air whispering magic and joy

a bittersweet feeling rises with coy

love at having had it once upon a time

but heartbreak at its dawn on me

that those days are on the wall

a place that wil never carry the same

joys, fears, excitement, most of all

hope

a place that exceded beyond the mundane

bringing out the colors

only to close the pages

leave the book on the shelf

the di...

Poetry

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The silent prayers of death

Emilie

1 min read

i look at her with my wishful gaze

breathe at her neck, watch the hairs stand up

shes been in my vision for a while

ive noticed her sufffering

she has come to me in her silent begging

she invites me in with her depseration

with her evasive want to live

her dreams whisper sorrows for me to take

i have been lurking, waiting, in anticipation

for she knows

she knows

her time has come

i feel her in h...

Poetry

gray

Emilie

1 min read

people always told me

life isnt black and white

theres nuances of everything

shades and hidden shadows

but they never knew what it felt like

to be so damn gray

as if the colors were switched off

as if the world lost its depth and heights

they told me not see things so dark

so the light stopped coming on

after all, how do i decipher the world if it never goes pitch black

after all, how can i live i...

Poetry

Love becomes slavery

Emilie

1 min read

I´ve lived my life folded between the pages of books

my soul entrhalled by its stories and mysteries

i immersed every fiber of my being

into charachters in love, battles won and hearts stolen

stepping inside worlds that were never meant to be mine

i seeked reufgee in ink on paper

days flew by, months, years

it was no longer an escape

it was an improsinment

meaning wandered away

slavery winked me ...

Poetry

Your love is my drug

Emilie

2 min read

my heart aches like fire embering into ashes as the time passes by in the night. Minutes, turns into hours, time doesnt exist, only an empty eternity.

is this what nights feel like without him? i knew it was a mistake, but god, my emotions are too fierce, thrasing around me like storms, only waiting for the possibility of outbursts.

so this is the aftermath. there is never no quiet before the st...

Mystery

Horror

Love is a trademark

Emilie

1 min read

love you like the moon loves the stars

or at least i guess i do

the way your hair curls at the edges

its kind of pretty, i suppose

i like your laugh

at least how i feel when its from my words

i like your style

at least the expensive status it carries

i like your smile

it looks really good in my pics

i love your body

its divine

at least in the way i can use it.

i dont love you

but i love how lo...

Poetry

The cure

Emilie

2 min read

nothing and no one here is sacred, safe or sane.

its called bellingham college.

each person who walked these halls never left.

alive, at least. the world of the dead is yet to be discovered. although that is a project we´re working on in science. profesor zake even brought real corpses for the studies. i havent dared asked where he got them. all he said was, some didnt pass the test, with a sim...

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