Empty spaces
blank white pages
searching for syntax
seeking sentences
looking under rocks
for pieces of poetry
Empty spaces
grasping at straws
this war of words
writers block
is a hard closed fist
covered by empty spaces.
Empty spaces
blank white pages
searching for syntax
seeking sentences
looking under rocks
for pieces of poetry
Empty spaces
grasping at straws
this war of words
writers block
is a hard closed fist
covered by empty spaces.
Grimoire-
a leather bound book
laced together
of secrecy and such
the breath of a raven
the ghost of a feather
beneath a shadow who smells
of desire.
Grimoire-
a book of secrets
passed from one generation
to the next-
stepped in ones history
a landscape of
time not forgotten
words whispered quietly
among the chosen.
Sometimes secrets are better
left quietly whispered into
the darkness part of the night
under the fullest moon
shattering secrets
casting spells
in the pale yellow lime
moonlight.
Stars & William Shakespeare.
“When he shall die, take him out and cut him into the shape of Stars for he shall make the face of heaven so fine that all the world be in love with night.” -juliet’s monologue excerpt from Romeo and Juliet , William Shakespeare.
I had bullet proof stars in my ears
Stars & William Shakespeare.
bullet proof stars in my eyes
When I was just a wee lass
I stood up at
the head of my Drama Class
and I performed this monologue
of Juliets from Shakespeare.
My teacher called me brass
and bold, before I even began
because She said Shakespeare
was too advanced for high school kids.
I think she even laughed and made fun
of me. But still there I stood
like a shadow
eager to please yet with legs
made up entirely
of wood!!!
After I began, the room
filled with silence
as i mildly
ROCKED IT!!!
Me, my shadow self, wearing
only a black half nightgown slip
and some sort of tank top or t-shirt
i might have been even barefoot?
but mostly i remember the shiny
black half slip with lace round the edges
and the smile on my teachers lips-
so surprised
she gave me an “A”
not just for that performance
but for the entire class too;
i played many roles in high school.
Taitchaba the “witch” from the Crucible-
part of the chorus in Camelot
part of the chorus in “Bye bye birdie.”
but my favorite role
was that of a secret wrapped up
into a surprise
when our teacher said we were too young to
be doing Shakespeare
I had bullet proof
stars in my eyes.
It was quite the surprise
this lone wolf misfit
this strange creature
a punk-rocker, an art-fag,a silent talker
a shadow self
thin enough to slip under
my jar of memories.
I had bullet proof stars in my ears
Stars & William Shakespeare.
bullet proof stars in my eyes
boy was she ever surprised!!!
i feel like i really need
I feel like what I really really want
is a new birthday.
A redo-a do-over
A piece of imperfection
a new salvation
a new creation
a new birthday-
i think i want this
THE Most of ALL.
Merry go round-
Spinning, faster, faster
a twirling metallic
merry go round
and when or where it
stops
nobody knows.
Feeling caught.
Feeling trapped.
In the inner corner
of a blank page.
words left the station
so long ago
not much left to say.
childhood
nostalgia
silly nonsensical
rythmes to pass the
times.
Sometimes
I just want
off
of this puking frenzy
of a Merry a go round.
My feet hit the grass lightly
linger upon pavement
making no sound.
feeling invisible-
like I did when I was
very little.
Just want off
of this
spinning
metallic
Merry go wheel.
My new collection of fiction and short stories is called,”A Mandala that happened on the way to a car crash & other Stories.” by Emily H. Sturgill (2015)
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Book Description:
A short collection of Short Stories, poetry, and artwork. It is a chapbook of Modern surreal fiction this first of its kind by this Author, Artist and Poetess. Emily Sturgill has a BFA in Fine Arts Painting and a Masters of Education in Art Education and Art Therapy.She runs a blog on WordPress.com called,”Sex in the kitchen Sex.” Since 2013 this is her 21 Self-published work. Her other books are listed on her Amazon.com Authors page. Mostly known as artist and poet this is Emily’s first attempts at short stories. Tread lightly, as she is by no means an expert mostly just a novice with one toe dipped in the water as the streams bubbles past…
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Moody music & black coffee
as I rush up
the morning greets me.
Mother in laws
unhappy & her screaming
gets to me.
So I put on a CD of Goth type
moody music & drink black coffee
if I hide upstairs she won’t see me
if i hide upstairs I can pretend
she’s not so unhappy, bristling & angry
at the whole entire everything of her own
personal story & her history.
She is sick right now which
darkens her sky even more
and with all that yelling
she is difficult to ignore.
But I realize you cannot make others happy.
and no matter how hard I try to please
it’s just going to blow up in my face
it’s never going to work out
with her argumentative personality
nothing I say can count.
Also, matter of fact I am sick right now too,
but she lacks the empathy or understanding
that others can also feel sick, no she has to be,
the one worse off & the complete
center of attention.
It bothers me of course-
that I can never catch a break with her.
She lacks the empathy, I once assumed was
a natural part of every single lady.
But she was cast from a different mold.
I try to make her happy but only to
a certain degree because I realize
happiness is virtually impossible
for her, unless she changes her mind
and decides too-to be happy?
Misery is more what’s on her list
& misery loves company-
so she tries to drag me in-into her dramas,
that is why I hide myself
behind a staircase
behind some moody music
and I drink my black coffee
thankful that I am mostly happy
most of the time, anyways.
She is old beyond her years.
She is loud beyond belief,
and I think she needs some happy pills
because she never has relief.
Moody music & black coffee
as I rush up
the morning greets me.
Four of my poetry & artist chapbooks will be on kindle-countdown sales starting Friday March 27, 2015.
The first is called,”Lavender Surprise: poems and artwork”