Being meNever to fit inHeld back by societyWriting sets me free
lights faded on your stara dancer's grace wasembedded in her bone-deepmuscle memories
In RemembranceA day to wither No cards, hugs, blooming flowersA day to miss you
La tete dans les etoiles - A head full of stars(scroll down for English)La tête dans les étoilesAmarré au quaiRêve bleu au goût de selUn cliché s’envole----A head full of starsTied up to the shoreBlue pipe dream, its taste of saltA cliché takes off- SophieCT, 17 mai 2013
Challenge Haiku 38 - Little girlYoung, small and fragilePlaying among the flowersPure innocence born
AloneThe world is so bigNever knowing who to trustI will stay alone
*Game of Marbles*Vibrant colours swirlGlass marbles, small works of artLost, no longer mine.2013 Delice194115th May2013
A Fresh StartWatching the sun riseYesterday's pain fades awayI can start anew
BreakdownShe is not insane,She’s a beautiful breakdown,Caught in your evil whims.
Insomnia Through the darkened skies,light shall flood the plains of sleep. The sun has risen. Daylight beckons them,coaxes dreamers form the deep. Back to life's prison.Morning's bright disguise,holds evil within its keep. False reality. Conscious, they condemntheir minds to be led like sheep. Night's mortality.Copyright © 2013 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
Challenge Haiku 40 - LiesFibs and deceptionsThose words you spun togetherHeart stabbed by each one
Poetry Collection Part 1A small stone that sits on the night standSends despair through this quiet land.Dots, lines, and simple shapes on this rock.It sends the crows into flock.Its design is normal, but its powers come from hellAnd is the reason why my mind and soul fell.This little painted stone is a requiemnel.“The Amulet.”The hunters return home.Their hands chilled to the bone.Dogs worn out.The two men pout.Rifles never fired.Makes the men tired.To much walking to much waiting.They spent their whole day hating.They can see the town covered in snow.But they have no kill to show.“The hunters in the snow.”You are my
The Irony Of LifeIt's so ironicthat living my daily lifesucks my life away
RebirthShe swelled with pride andjoy, for their pride and joy swelledfrom a second chance.
Two haikuMurderous conscienceHands already too bloodyTo pull the triggerCold blades on cold heartsWill they be their undoingAre they their escape?
Pinkie PiePinkie’s totally wildOf this you can be certainShe loves to partyFull of randomnessPinkie sense precognitionUnpredictableA great foalsitterThe element of laughterLoves to see you beam