A Collection of Short Poems

The day has finally come: I have decided to publish a few of my poems. 

Now I understand that not many people appreciate poetry, and some would even go as far to say that they detest poetry, but all I ask is that you please take a few minutes out of your time to read a few of my poems that I have written. I find that when you are reading poetry, you are not merely reading words, but the whispers of a bleeding heart. When the time is taken to read a poet's words, you learn so much about them... all of the words they cannot say aloud is written, and what's written is left as music played upon the strings of our hearts, pulling at our every feeling. A tug of sadness in the F major, or a pluck of happiness in joy-filled harmony. Listen, and you can almost feel the artist's pain, joy, and everything else they might exude into their art. I realize that not everyone will share the same excitement that I have for poetry and literature... but I hope that those who read these poems will appreciate them for what they are: a small window in which the contents of my heart and soul lay open and vulnerable to any eye that chances to set its gaze upon. And now comes the moment I share, for the first time, my own little works of art :)

|| The Timidity of My Human Heart 

if i had a brave heart

fearless and purposeful, 

i might say to him

"i like you quite a lot, actually"

and life would then be a series of memories 

free of remorse. . . 

        but my heart remains checked:

        my thoughts and dreams, silent. 

never have i uttered those words aloud, and in my timid heart

they remain. 

|| How Swift the Times Change!

in the swiftest of moments 

life as it was, simply was not. 

and of all the words existing, 

we were left with these:

"my how the times have changed!" 

|| All of the Nothings in My Mind

i have so much to say 

and no way of saying it. . . 

it would seem that i have nothing to say to you —

yet i don't know how to ever let you know

that it's to you i want to say this nothing. 

dearest, all of the nothings 

that float in my pretty little head belong to you.

yet i know not if it is a blessing or a curse, knowing that 

you will never hear a single one.

 

|| Tearful Apologies

why must we apologize for our tears?

they come as they please

falling fast and hot.

for they are fragile and tender things, 

gently hinting that maybe we are not void of feeling,

softly whispering, reminding us that we are still  a l i v e 

we must never apologize for our tears.

they come as they please

rolling, tumbling down a trembling lip. 

for they delicately represent the human heart

and everything it feels. 

and sometimes

when the heart can bear no more, 

it overflows 

and spills over our batting lashes and quivering lips. 

i will never apologize for my tears. 

some claim them to be pathetic 

even weak,

but i know them to be quite the opposite. 

for they are the rain 

softening the hardest heart, 

and they are the rest for a troubled mind.

i know that through my tears,

i hold on to sympathy and sentiment 

in a world which has very much forgotten how to feel. 

|| The End of Something That Never Was

i thought i had forgotten you,

yet i see your name in everything. 

i thought i had pushed through my feelings 

and put you away in a locked box in the dusty

corner of my mind. 

all i wanted really, was for you to see me. 

but you didn't.

so why then, do i still look for signs of you everywhere?

why is your face the first i look for?

i am haunted by your indifference still. 

after all, it was only the concept i had built up in my head

that i fell in love with. 

was it love? surely not.

i move on because i cannot beg for the pieces of my heart 

that you never knew were yours.

i understand why it couldn't have been. . .

but i still ask myself:

why couldn't you have seen me?

—

As you can see, I spend a lot of time in my head. There is a quote by Rudy Francisco that says, "I write best when I am either falling in love or falling apart" and I honestly couldn't agree more. Now, I have no clue who Rudy Francisco is... I found this quote on Pinterest, and it is currently saved to my board, in an author's words. But regardless of who he is, Rudy was spot on. I have so many emotions, and I feel everything on a deeper level than most people. I blame it on my type 4w5 personality and my hormone imbalance as a 17 year old female. As a writer, and someone who has never attended a single therapy session in her life, I dump everything that's on my mind into journals and pages in the notes app on my phone. Brain dumps are so underrated, and not talked about enough. They really help with healing; 10/10 would recommend.

Needless to say, my writing reflects my heart, and if you listen closely you can hear it breaking, watch intently and you can see it heal.  

These are but a few poems of mine, and I hope to share more at some point. For now, I will grace you with these few. Thank you for taking the time to read :)

God bless ♥

— emma k —