battered and bruised shattered and drawn fading away into the gray dragged down those deepest depths the fear is real sleep escapes only but a heartbeat away from what I don’t know headlong crashing into life fading away from the blue hearts are breaking I can feel it, can you let me carry your sorrows let me shed tears for you and take them when they come
© 2017 michael d Emmerich
gazing into the mirror shadows flit on the edges pulled into the centre my shadow self stares back battered bruised pain etched across my shadow scarred face hands reaching out we embrace become one acceptance peace
© 2017 michael d emmerich
some kind of pain some kind of joy some kind of beauty some kind of despair some kind of life …….. what’s it all about?
© 2017 michael d Emmerich
Knock, knock who is it …. come in.... wait, what! Oh FU.......
© 2017 michael d emmerich
like shifting desert sands rules keep changing greedy corporates keeping the leash short work hard, be honest play by the rules it all comes to naught they fuck you over hung out to dry despite playing fair they don’t care you still fucked
© 2017 michael d emmerich
travelling into my space that road oft travelled neither visitor or tenant be just passing by stopping to stare donning spectacles of perspective discovering what lies beneath as I a passer-by be dream or dead space? haunted by conversations of those who reside on yonder neighbours they not be in transit, not overnighting reading what lies beneath obligated to document that others might believe
© 2017 michael d emmerich
neither a shout or a scream not a whimper or a whisper …..... but an eruption of emotion from within …....... once released it plots its own path and passion towards darkness or light ...
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Continuing the challenge to keep writing poems of 144 characters or less. Here are a few more #micropoems. Poetry for twitter
1. fact becomes fiction reality becomes life alternate is the new the norm drink and feast for tomorrow you die 2. travelling into my space the road less travelled dipping in and out just visiting a scary process discovering what lies beneath at my place 3. poets, dreamers & writers who do you talk to and where do you go? to those who live in strange places dead spaces and dream places?
© 2017 michael d emmerich
travelling into my space the road less travelled it’s better this way dipping in and out not to live just to visit it can be a scary process discovering what lies beneath in my space
© 2017 michael d emmerich
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