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​Hello Poetry friends, I'm taking flight,
A quiet year, away from screen and light.
A faith-based path calls out my name,
A gentle pause from this creative game.
​I want to tell you, as I turn to go,
How much your kindness helped my spirit grow.
Your warmest words, each comment you have shared,
Showed me how deeply this community cared.
​I've loved your poems, each beautiful design,
The rhythmic meter, and the heartfelt line.
Your artistry has truly been a gift,
A welcome moment for my soul to lift.
​To Miss Patty, with a cheer and happy sound,
You are the best, the finest one around!
Your voice, your poems, your spirit's bright display,
You've been my favorite every single day.
​To all of you who gave me of your time,
You made my moments here feel so sublime.
You've all been good to me, a generous host,
And that's the feeling that I cherish most.
​I'll carry memories, like treasures in my hand,
Of every friend within this writing band.
I'll hold you close within my heart and mind,
The sweetest people that I've known to find.
​So keep on writing, let your voices ring,
The joy and wonder that your talents bring.
May inspiration fill your every thought,
And peace be with you in the words you've sought.
​This isn't goodbye, just a "see you soon",
Beneath the sunshine or the silvery moon.
For in a year, I'll happily return,
With new-found lessons that I'm keen to learn.
​Until that day when I can log back in,
And our shared journey on this site begin,
Know that I love you and I'll think of you all,
Responding swiftly to my spirit's call.
​So peace and blessings follow where you tread,
Upon your hearts, and in the words you've read.
A final thank you, with my deepest care,
I'll see you later, in a year from there!
I've made the decision to literally go off grid for 12 months. I've struggled with drug and alcohol since I was 16. I had almost 4 years clean and sober but recently relapsed. It was not good but the ghost of the taste still lingers and I refuse to give in.
Weather you believe it or not we are living in the end times. Look around and take the blinders off. Jesus will return and I pray you receive Him now. Nothing is worth loosing your soul for.
I love u all,especially Miss Patty.
Jesus loves u too. Don't wait! Today is the day of salvation!!
Much Respect 🙏
You see, I've been called into the ministry of Jesus all my life. No doubt what so ever. I ran the other direction, did over 20 years in prison and destroyed everything in my path. I write from pain mostly but always from my heart.
Never stop writing, never give up but most of all never stop loving because if you do no one will find you to extend love too.
Farewell my beautiful poet friends 🧡  
I'll miss you.
1.
When I was 13 years old, I thought I had hit rock bottom. I thought I could never see the sky as blue again, only as a shade of I-don't-want-to-be-outside.
2.
At 14 years old, I wish I had someone who could have made me feel better, who would take me to a better place. But not the better place that people call death.
3.
I stopped believing in myself when my mother told me I never even tried.
4.
I said to her that I tried so hard, maybe even a little too hard, that eventually I became nothing.
5.
Well, at least that was what I thought back then.


1.
Nowadays, I call myself a fortune teller. I will become an astronaut, or even a scientist. I will become the inventor of something amazing.
2.
I also found out that the person in the mirror is smoking hot.
3.
A pair of wings had grown on me. I do not need other people anymore to tell me that I will be just fine. Just. Fine.
4.
A couple of years later, I have all kinds of things growing inside of me. Some people call it selfconfidence and a pretty smile. I call it healing.
5.
I am healing.
Frick this felt good
 6h emily
dude
song 4
 6h emily
dude
swear to GOD i'm not well
but i'll never tell
i've got cuts, scrapes, scars
but you'd think i never fell

they say time heals all wounds
mine spent time festering
ripping scratching gnawing
fighting to not let the demons win


i only want one soul
to understand this pain
the same one who left
my mind, my heart and soul slain
-
toxins and tar
have got me this far
numb me, dumb me
cover up all of these scars


i chose a black pool
dove head first in the tar pit
**** til my ****** vessel
becomes a starship

drowned myself in *****
now flick the matchstick
sometimes the justice we want
aint the justice we get


i only want one soul
to understand this pain
the same one who left
my mind, my heart and soul slain
writhing, and waiting in decay
iron rusting in the rain
-
toxins and tar
have got me this far
numb me, dumb me
cover up all of these scars


i'll show the fruits of my pain
but keep the roots well hidden
classified, stowed away,
restricted, forbidden

well, me? im hanging on
with a white knuckled grip
knowing it might be my last fall
on the next slip

toxins and tar
have got me this far
numb me, dumb me
cover up all of these scars
A screen awaits,
blue‑white and plain,
a single box
that knows my name.

I type, I tap,
a code arrives,
a tiny bridge
to guarded lives.

Behind this gate:
my records breathe,
the dates, the scans,
the truths they weave.

Prescriptions wait
like folded notes,
appointments hum
in patient throats.

No marble halls,
no paper queue,
just keystrokes,
proof, and passing through.

And in this space
of click and care,
the NHS
is everywhere.
NHS Portal app
 Sep 25 emily
CantSeeMe
"scene 30 000, take 1"
"AND ACTION"

I imagined us dancing in the Park
right near
while I was looking outside the window
we called each other "dear"
I spun you around
your hand in mine
it was everything but fine
it was magic
not tragic
it was wonderful
not dreadful

your dress healed wounds
as it was spinning around
your eyes shone with youth
so happy I found

save
space

the moon passing by
the stars in the sky

we danced and danced
continuing on

"CUT"

"scene 30 001, take 1"
"AND ACTION"

passing the crosswalk
all in the dark

a car came

I screamed out your name

blood floods
a puddle of shame

death
I checked your breath

we didn't hear the car...

...but I did
silently
watching

eyes looking down
my brain with regret
for all what I said

"CUT CUT CUT"
"TRY TO LET THEM FEEEEEL THE PAIN"
"scene 30 001, take 2"

"ACTION"

little me stares at me
...she knows I'm spying
out of my window
here
her eyes are sad
she was everything she ever had
the body in her hands
a puddle of blood
saying I'm "no good"

my imagination is cruel
I say
it's warning me from hell
but my brain does not know
I want everything I tell

my brain continues on
"let's move on!"
"you don't even like dancing"
"stop crying
before it's called dying"

"CUT"
*sigh
I was in fact looking out my window.
I imagined us dancing, not a fantasy, but a real moment that never happened.

I was waiting for a car to pass. Just standing there.
And in that stillness, I saw it all: the closeness, the crossing, the crash.
It didn’t happen… but in a way, it did.

why I wanted a car pass? idk I guess my brain says I always need to be alone, even if I know that won't help...

I would dance with you, because all the things I don't like seem stupid now, it's all holding me back, maybe it's like Charlie Mackesy says "that's the wild, don't fear it", but I'm not ready Charlie... maybe I'll never be... we'll see...

I think I like the idea, but how more I read it how stupid the poem is, to me it was a whole scene playing in my head, I don't know how to put everything in words...
I can't breathe
My heart is beating
I didn't think I'd see it.

For certain I was dead and gone.
It takes a dream, a spark,
A flare of life.

Only the smallest speck of candle light,
Is what you'll need to make it through,
The spirit of life, is built anew.
 Sep 25 emily
dude
i want you to feel it all
everything
i want you to understand how you hurt me
not by my hand
but i wish you could truly know
does this make me vengeful, or hateful, or spiteful? i want justice...is that an appropriate word for it? ill leave it to the universe i guess
Hand me a cigarette
And tell me another
Beautiful lie before
The sundown
What a lovely scene...
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