Poems from EmmPhD
Here by luck with my endowed crest and touch, a blended spell of binding words, these are stories, this is life.
I want to sleep...I really do. He's calling just beyond the avenue. Tight curb, love in the low life suburbs. Patiently waiting for me....
Dodging the inevitable, pacing between days and the weakening hours before that burning question is asked. The heart pinches an undeniable...
Drinking water like it's rum, pass the glass. Laugh, as we reminisce about life when it use to be a blast,Now that's past.Life is a new...
We can not neglect what was never finished,Dwelling loose ends that could instantly catch fire...We are liars,Liars, if we believe that...
Bastille, bestoweth such a death as one like the identity... To and from the gathered thoughts caressed by a whim. Does one exist parallel...