Someday I hope to write something that will grow wings within your heart and let it soar high above all that weighs up your mind . I hope my words allow your soul to sing louder than the noise that clutters your abilities , and you release your magic light upon the darken world of all , whom walk seeing ,yet are blind.  I hope that my words are your life jacket as the current of life grips you ,and you swim ashore to those awaiting for your return . I hope when I’m gone from this life , my words are still used to guide you into a beautiful sunset at the end of the day. To know my simple words , allowed you to dance with tears , either of sadness or happiness, That’s what I wish of my written words .

Written by E. M . Rushton.
May 30th 2019 ©️Copyright reserved 2019

Rushing towards the lights I awake
Just a dream
Or is it ?
My head screams inside
As my body lays in sweat soaked clothes
Squeezing my eyes attempting to forget
But my heart continues to remember
Is my body shaking
Or is it rocking from the truck racing to the scene
Alone in my house
Yet people are yelling , help him
My room is lit by ghostly flames
That darken my reality
The smell of smoke
Burns the image deep
As my nostrils flare trying
To catch my breath
Forcing myself to sit
My body is heavy
My pyjamas now bunker gear
I stand  in my bedroom and walk
Trying to awaken from
What haunts in the  darkness of night
      
Written by E.M.Rushton
June 1 2019
All ©️Copyrights reserved by E.M.Rushton May 1 2019

As the barbs of your words  punctured my heart
My eyes bleed tears the colour of crimson
My body shakes like that from a magnitude 7 earthquake
My brain swirls like a angry twister
And to nothing my life falls apart, like glass shatters as it go from hot to cold without time to adjust.

Written by E. M . Rushton

As my emotions overflow
Like a ruptured pipe
Tears draw their path
Down the concaves of my face
Like that of a writer with a broken pen
Trying to tell of their pain
When the  tears reach the lines
Of laughter gone by
Together rivers of confusion
Lead the way downward
Coming to rest upon my chest
As if to say
“This is where I was born “

Written by E. M. Rushton
January 2019

Like gentle wind
In stride I move
Yet like a rock
I never move

What you see
And what really is
Is night and day
A mirage of me

I keep me hid
When I’m with you
I keep me hid
From myself too

Written by E. M.Rushton
January 2019

Time is a thief , but also a giver
Time breaks us,
but it also heals us
Time only exists in the the second we are in  , yet is also eternally
Time will be your friend while at the same be your enemy
Time will make us panic , yet also relax
Time allows , but also denies
There are many words that have antonyms for which time is ,except for one
That word is precious.  Time is precious . Use it wisely for it has no before and no after , only now.

Written by E. M . Rushton.
2019

When you can see the unspoken and hear what can’t be seen , your soul dances to songs never written  before.

Written by E . M .Rushton
January 2019