A Dark Stormy Night

Stolen secrets

Em — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 16:20:00 +0000

We steal these minutes
Like stolen kisses
Like secret wishes

We steal away from
Work and responsibilities
To just have a chance to be

We share smiles
Like sharing the secrets in
One another’s eyes

We share laughter
Like it’s our
Stolen secret

Reckoning (from december 14)

Em — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 19:39:04 +0000

There’s a reckoning
That has to go on
I have to
Wrestle
Some
Truths

I need to do the reckoning
Calculate the ship’s location
Determine where she is sailing
I need to navigate
These uncharted waters
Guided only by stars

no one has previously sailed
my life’s course
can’t look back and tell me
what works out
and what is best
left behind

So I wish on each first star I see
Wishes
That rarely vary
In their intent
Because mostly
My heart knows

wait for me

Em — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 03:25:33 +0000

…
and by no
I meant
not yet
…

Em — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 03:05:09 +0000

That look in your eyes is all I need.

Respect

Em — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 03:40:59 +0000

I can’t believe you.
Can’t believe the things you say
Alcohol induced or not
They are
Unforgivable
Unkind and
Uncalled for

You don’t have to ‘be on my side’
You don’t even have to agree
But respect me
Respect my values and beliefs even if
They aren’t and never will be
Yours

And respect
My orientation
And my right
To divulge my truths
In my own time

Respect that it is my life
My reality
Not
Yours
And not yours to share

sea

Em — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 05:35:58 +0000

Not sure why
The sea is
A part of my
Soul or
Heart, but I know
That it is and I can’t let go
It won’t let me out
Of its’ grasp.

A promise that I couldn’t keep

Em — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 05:35:00 +0000

I’ve made a promise to myself
Not to write about you anymore
Not about the colours of—
Not about the way the lights reflects off—
Not about the sounds you make when—
Not about the contours of your—
Not about the strength in your—

Not to write about
How I feel in terms of you
How I compare everything to you
How I constantly imagine you
How nothing captivates me as you do
How no one has the same hold on me that you have
How no substance can intoxicate me the way you can

You hold me,
Every part of me,
Unflinchingly,
You accept my flesh, flaws and all.

But

I’ve promised myself I’d
Say goodbye to
My
Ocean obsession.

What are you saying!

Em — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 23:16:32 +0000

The words we use are important, and they mean something more than whatever it is you’re expressing. I care about how people are affected by my actions, which include the words I use every day, the words we all use every day with out thought, without being conscious of what the words we use are saying. See, I care about words; how they are used, what they really mean, where they come from. What are you really saying when you say ‘that’s retarded’ or ‘that’s so gay’? Let’s start with the latter; beyond potentially hurting whoever you have directed the comment at, you are implying there is something wrong with being gay, that it’s not something one should want to be, or seem to be, and you shouldn’t like anything that seems gay. The response to this might be ‘But that’s not what I meant!’ but that is what your words meant, that is the message you are sending when you use the word gay in a negative derogatory fashion. When you put someone else down by calling them a fag or a dyke, saying they are gay, or making a gay joke.The words you use, they reflect who you are, and how you think, they are what you are putting out in the world. The next time you want to voice your disapproval for something a friend does, consider the words you choose to express your disapproval, and consider not insulting and demeaning anyone who happens to have a preference for the same sex.

windsong

Em — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 03:07:05 +0000

sssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh
the wind hushes me, rushing and shushing
all the creeping evening creatures

ssssssssssssssssss
the wind rustles through the trees
hissing secrets in a language
I long to understand

aaawwwwwwwwwwooooooo
the wind howls through windows and chimneys
a mournful song that breaches all walls
leaving rattling echoes in its wake

Silenced

Em — Fri, 15 Apr 2011 13:51:03 +0000

a shipwreck on the sands
I’m falling apart a bit more with every crash
of the waves upon the shore
already broken but intact enough to keep breaking

this weeklong breakdown
isn’t constructive
isn’t helpful
these tears aren’t healing
aren’t soothing
they are just angry and frustrated
hot salty waste of time and energy

these words
I don’t know what else to do
what other escape I can take
what other release is allowed myself
because I have no one
and the people I’m with are just making me feel
so much
more alone

I feel better outside in the cold
warmer and more whole
than inside with their eyes and their constructive criticisms
comments about my passion and aggressiveness in issues I care about
well I’m sorry but I was never
lead to believe there was anything wrong with that

I must be mistaken

but these issues matter so why shouldn’t I voice my opinion
these things need to be said and need to be heard
so why isn’t the public the perfect venue

right now I feel trapped
and silenced
trapped in this house and silenced in my head

I really really really don’t
want to cause anyone pain or harm of any kind
but I don’t think these thoughts should be silenced