Food for thought
Emily has explored the art of poetry to disect topics beyond cooking and baking. She hopes her writings may call attention to important issues and aid in understanding and making others feel seen. Trigger warning for talk of self harm, eating disorders, and other heavy topics. Continue at your own discretion.
To Hell and Back
My body is not your art piece.
My soul crawled through Tartarus and leeched on to your compliments.
And the cost? The weight of war is unbearable.
Shoulders ache with burden and new fear cripples my words.
New vivacious skips trip my rediscovering feet as I dance with my ghost.
A ghost with plastered smiles and papier-mâché confidence strewn throughout.
The soul’s string a recycled twine stained with disdain and terror.
But my soul is mine.
My heart is stronger now.
I do not need your critique.
I do not need your mockery.
My soul is mine
and though a stranger may mock me in the mirror,
The naïve joy of life ihas returned, this time with armor.
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Dear power in the sky,
Dear demon in the ground,
Why did you make me this way?
Spiritless wondries plague incessantly,
No second to breathe.
You raptured my soul
A vulture relentless with hatred
Why did I suffer so?
I was naive, maybe
But you slithered worms beneath my skin
Maggots festered under the surface of lies
They choke me and deplete me
Why did you make me so?
I fight my marrow, and I'm lost
My heart is too heavy
With lies and fears and tears
Dear demon,
When will i be okay?
Will i ever be okay?
Take my parasite and let me go
Let me be
Dear demon,
When will i be okay?
Will i ever be okay?
Take my parasite and let me go
Let me be
Spindling Wheel
Stranger in the Mirror
My life is a spindling wheel
I weave together broken glass
And childhood smiles.
Tick tock, tick tock
Spin the wheel back
Turn out gilded dreams
And strings of peace.
It cuts my fingers
Irreverent sores.
Mockery.
I dream to knit golden works
Of steadfast self-harmony
Of feats and deeds others envy.
Tick tock, tick tock
It's tarnished with panic.
Spin the wheel back,
And try again.
I walk with new burdens
Shoulders sore from miserable fears
The mirror is my enemy
Who is that?, i wonder
A new smile knocks off the ancient mask
But
The girl is a stranger
New look
New terrors
New truths
Is it all worth is?
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Parasite
Biggest Fears
Parasite invaded my head
Attacking my hair with vengeful claws
My soul scarred
My brain no longer the same
My words are not my own
My actions are your discretion.
Parasite stole those I loved most,
What I most loved in me
I became the monster
Was it even a parasite at all?
​When asked what my biggest fear is,
I say I’m scared of the dark.
Because lying is easier than the truth.
Maybe I could say losing a tooth
Or being eaten by a shark,
But never heights, or knives, or death.
I wonder what you’ll say as I take my last breath.
Because my biggest fear is you will see me,
As I see myself.
And that terrifies me.
Tattle Tale
Tattle Tale, Tattle Tale, why do you pick on me?
Poking and prodding each statement,
Each question,
Each confession.
Tattle Tale, Tattle Tale, why can’t you let me be?
Go to sleep, put it to rest,
Stop screaming,
Let me be.
Sunny Desires
Today the sun came out.
The flowers blossomed and the cicadas sang.
I smiled today.
Tomorrow it may rain,
Perhaps Mr. Sun will say hello again.
I’m no longer afraid of my friend leaving,
Of the rain washing away cheer and bringing gloom.
Tomorrow it may rain,
But the sun will return again soon.
And I,
I will smile again.
An(n)a
She called me names,
A destitute shell was all she left me
She pulled my hair and unwound my curls
Leaving the fallen as a reminder of my sorrow
She knocked me down and gave me bruises,
And offered no hand to pull me back up.
Her fierce grip held me down.
But her intoxicating beauty made me want her to stay.
Clues
Her eyes held water-stained fables,
Her arms held secrets.
Pain.
Her mind held ominous storms,
Her words seldom held meaning,
Lies.
White Lighter
Potent gasoline cries down the scratched frame,
Staining her fingers with warning and tears of those lost.
But the orange glow brings her closer to her heroes.
Her legs feel too heavy to rise and spin,
And her arms cannot find strength through the burning pain.
But the orange glow dances for her when she can not.
As the blazing dance dies down, she wonders,
If she too can be so beautiful, and instantly gone.
So deadly but so needed.