Song of Silence

Song of Silence

by Emily Sturgill

4/16/15

A song that is sung silently

hung like a halo

privately

among curses

among the plenty.

A song that hangs mighty

around ones neck

completely

gathered into a noose

of blood red roses

thorns

a song sung silently

drowning out

the obvious

and the sheer

terrors of insanity.

A secret song

sung silently

hung tightly

upon reams

of unwritten

poetry.

Rewind on the Repeat-

Rewind on the repeat-by Emily Sturgill July 1, 2014
(extra caution contains some cuss words.)

I don’t really
spend much of
my time,

bitching about
Life
and pressing Rewind.

But some days, sometimes,
even I get
a case of the moody blues.

I feel as though
my feet and legs
are just dragging
sand.

I feel like
I cannot
begin to even
understand.

When the Walls
come crumbling down.

And money just seems
to trade hands.

It comes-
then it goes.

I’m dealing with
nameless
faceless
government
Agencies.

And the paper pushers-
who
don’t seem to know
or care about me

or what i do.

Some of the folks
are very kind.
but there are others
who are the type
that make You
just wanna hit
Rewind.

Screw it! Fuck it!
Anger beyond belief.

but I am not the type to bitch
or complain.

I am not the type
to live life on the repeat-
to Rewind.

I don’t really wish
to dwell,
on things I cannot control.

Sometimes you gotta scream
and yell-but there’s an appropriate
time and place for it.

To show a huge fit-
to scream and to yell
even if its only at
an empty pillow.

As your punching that
pillow in its face-
its pillow
talk baby.

pillow talk maybe?
pillow talk if you
will as a way to re-direct
your frustrations.

feeling like an ant marching
uphill.

I don’t really
spend much of
my time,

bitching about
Life
and pressing Rewind.

But some days, sometimes,
even I get
a case of the moody blues.

Terrible Tuesday

Terrible Tuesday-

Drunk on Sleep
disgusted I
drag my
disgruntled limbs
out of bed,
around noon.

Drunk on Sleep
Having a hangover
of too many,
lingering non-lucid
dreaming.
Drunk on Sleep

disgusted I
drag my
depressed, life-less feeling limbs,
out of bed around,
noon.

Drunk on Sleep

Depression haunts me like,
a ghostly apparition.
She follows me around,
as I make my morning coffee.

Depressed, Drunk on Sleep
a huge hangover from
too much dreaming
disgusted with what little
I do, do..

Longing for a reason
to wake up to.