Cursed Tongues

I believed every lie you said.

The way your lips curled 

showing me emotions.

Trembling hands holding 

onto beating hearts.

Hold your breath, 

I'll leave this curse in your veins.

Can we just be 

broken once more?

Throw the pieces off the 

balcony, spread across the wind.

Ocean waves of mistreated 

thoughts crash against our skin.

Don't pretend my kiss

doesn't still haunt your lips.

Butterflies keep the hardest secrets.

We don't fight fair, 

but we lose like winners.

Am I close enough?

Can you feel the knife on your back?

Send us a sign from the afterlife.

Is it really what you wanted it to be?

Lost dreams with a splash of fury?

You'll never live this down.

You'll only be part one 

in a never ending plot of disaster.

Fatality

Fatality

Emily Holmes

His baby blue eyes jetted to me seconds

before the log pierced into his windshield.

My world stopped turning.

I could taste metal in my mouth,

from clenching onto my tight tongue.

His gentle face was unrecognizable.

Perfect cheek bones shattered like glass.

Blonde hair stained with red honey.

His eyes still glued to me: completely motionless.

Tears poured from my eyes,

he was angelic.

I was perfectly fine

just a simple scratch on my cheek.

I pinched myself hundreds of times.

Hoping once I wouldn't feel it.

But each time it grew sharper.

It stabbed at my heart.

I had tried to find my courage,

but my feathers were burned.

I couldn't fly away,

without leaving the ground.

He was mine.

We breathed in-sync.

Our hands a perfect puzzle.

I lost everything.

It's three months later and I still

lay in bed surrounded by the

nectarous essence of the

blood splattered shirt he wore

the night his heart stopped breathing.

Everyone told me he'd always be there.

You will always reminisce on the precious moments.

I know that remembering would be my anchor

and forgetting would never cut the string.

Bread and Butter

Bread and Butter

Emily Holmes

We hold hands

like butter melting

onto warm toast,

never to part

until something terrible

comes in our

way.

What do I

say to the

children? The grand

children? That you

died in vain

because you refused

to believe in

my silly superstition?

Once you butter

your bread it

can't be unbuttered,

just like you

can't be undead.

You're not yet

cold in the

grave yet my

heart aches with

the loss of

your deep snoring

keeping me tossing

and turning at

night.

You musn't think

I'm crazy now

looking down from

the skies. You

said nothing would

ever come between

us holding hands.

We were the

couple that youngsters

would smile to

their love and

say that's us

in 70 years.

But that pole

was the death of us.

It hurt us

beyond repair. I

said bread but

you said rubbish

as the life

got knocked out

of you by

a simple huverbike.

Going just a

little too fast

down the sidewalk.

Your beautiful head

crashed into the

pole which you

had been so

stubborn about.

Your silver hair

matched your silver

blood pouring from

your ear. You

lied to me.

You said you

would never leave

me when I

needed you most.

Now I'm nothing but

burnt toast that

nobody dares to

butter for nothing

will make it

taste any less

dead.

Fragile Fine Porcelain

Fragile Fine Porcelain

Emily Holmes

I'll pretend I'm doing

all I can since

you seem to kick

me while I'm down,

making my heart wail

and shatter like fragile

fine porcelain. My

head knows not what

to do when you

step on my already

broken dreams, which

fly into the twinkling

lights of the darkness

where the lost

angels dwell. You rattle

my skeleton and creep

under my skin. My brain

feels like a dentist

shoving a drill deep

into my ear.

It hurts when you

dot dot dot. Acting

like a child crawling

under the covers

hiding from your insecurities,

becoming a mime,

blaming me for the

eerie silence that erupts

over the shadows.

Let the tears fall

from your deep oceans

and hold your breath

under the water.
Apologizing is as useless

as prescription drug commercials.

S-O-R-R-Y for every little

thing you do.

I want to scream

and shatter the windows

into little diamonds.

You left that poison

dripping on my lips

hoping I would fall

under the spell you

once learned to cast.

I wish it was

as simple as throwing

water onto your torso

to cause me to

forget that last embrace.

Life moved too

fast. That was our

downfall. Don't treat me

as if you never

whispered those three words.

You reply with unnecessary

remarks just to throw

salt into the open

wounds you have carved.

I wish you had

learned how to think

before pressing the send button.

Before terrorizing me in

my dreams with words

that echo in my

ears every time I

hear the mention of

your name. I wish

every minute wasn't a

failure. Every word wasn't

a knife. Every step

wasn't on a crack.

But nothing matters anymore

since our world is

only a tiny speck

of dust living on

top of a clover.

I'll let the wind

carry us above the

salty waters. I'll smile

into the rose and

pumpkin orange sunset,

breathing in the crisp

warm air of

the glistening waters. As

the mist brushes my

cheek. My eyes shut

and let me be

at peace with the

surroundings. Letting me forget

the terrors and heart ache

I've faced. I feel

warm and fuzzy inside.

Like a child opening

their first present

on a snowy Christmas

morning. I let my

toes dance softly

into the warm grains

of sand and lay

under the warm sun

as it tints my

skin with it's rays.

Everything happens for a

reason. I'll find out

that reason later after

my life story has

been written and

I'm cold in

the ground. I'll re-read

my life while laying

on top of my

cloud. But I musn't think

of that now. I'll

take life one page

at a time.