Memories..

Memories are an invasion of privacy. It can be a curse, plaguing your every existance. Forever worshipping that you can't lay a finger on it. Laughing in your face at how pathetic you look when you try..

It's soul searching, cryptic, and neurological. Anticlimactic even. performing on ever whim you survive. You see something, it's stuck. You smell something, it's stuck.
Tast, smell, sight, touch, and sound. All of them parades to your every essence..

Determined to make your life a never ending story. Forcing itself upon you. Feeding your being with hope, sorrow, and empathy..

Best time for your memory to curse and laugh is when you can't remember something or it's right at the tip of your tongue. It laughs until you get it right. And then thwarts away any attempt for it to happen again..

It's just wrong and self concious. Confusing, and stubborn. Idiocy is what i call it.. plain attacks on you. Your own self taking pride in making itself miserable.

STOP IT MEMORIES
YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN
LET ME BE
LET ME SLEEP...

.... Places of utter compulsion...

Why do people have to be so obnoxious all the time. They like to test you at the wrong friggin times. Like to test you becuase it pleases them to see how far they can go before destroying everything..

Complete and utter disgust for those people sometimes. It's just wrong, and utterly pathetic..

There should be no need for tests like that. You should be able to trust each other, and not play ganes when one feels like it, just because you can..

STUPID... STUPID... STUPID...

And i'm not saying this as a women's perspective, I know that some girls can do the exact same. But i just know from what i've beentold, and from personal expeience that men have done it more..

I'm not discriminating against males, i'm not doing that at all, just expressing my valid point. And hell if any male/ or female for that matter has any objective to what i have said, Please feel free to say. Don't hesitate, I would love to hear what anyone says on an of my notes. It's why i write, So people can know who i am, and fight to make a point valid if i believe it's so.

But that doesn't mean i wont listen. Who knows, you might make me change my mind. But you will never know until you write back.

I would love to hear from anyone with a valid point. On absolutely everything and anything. :)

Love to hear from you soon..


<3 Emma

(A.K.A Qendresea)
Lady of Squee and Honorary Black Rose...

Black Breaks, Guilt Burns

BLACK BREAKS, GUILT BURNS...

The sand of the desert.
Is as black as the rose.
As it wilters in darkness.
To make out my soul.

The soul of my body.
As it withers away.
To form my heart.
As it breaks and fades.

To sing it out loud.
I am dying of guilt.
The guilt i have known.
For as long as i've lived.

The guilt of my fate.
My heart, my soul.
The one that will never..
.. Ever go.

To finish it off.
I have never wanted it more.
To love you like fire.
Burning on the floor.

(C) Emma Shaw - 9th October 2006

Hate

HATE...

I hate all those things you did to me.
I hate your fucking face.
I hate to even think of you.
I hate your smiles embrace.

I hate when you never called.
I hate all those things i use to like.
I hate that you took everything from me.
I hate that i'm too weak to fight.

I hate this world.
I hate you.
I hate all those things you put me through.

You never should have earned my trust.
You threw it back in my face.
When you never showed you'd care.

I thought i loved you.
I thought i lost you.
But you never knew how much.
And now your saying for me to rot in hell.
When i'm the one that came out on top.

(C) Emma Shaw - 8th April 2008

Epilepsy

This is a dedication to my Grandad, i wrote this poem seconds after finding out his strokes weren't all strokes, some were combined with the case of being epileptic..

EPILEPSY...

It drops you to the floor
Your whole body shaking
You cant control yourself
No-one can help

They throw a pillow under you
To stop you hurting yourself
They move the chairs
So they cant harm you

Your wishing it would stop
As your loved ones around you look on with shock

You grit your teeth tight
As you start to slowly still
You look at their faces
And see all their tears

You wish they hadn't seen that
You wish it wasn't so
But too late before you say it
They already know.

(C) Emma Shaw - 12th March 2008

Person Is Me

PERSON IS ME...

When life goes by you should always think about the ones you know,
The ones you love and the ones you should love,
They way that love is constructed around the people you hsare life with,
The ones that are amazed with what you do,
The ones that should care bout you when you care about them,
The ones that you love, worship, and sometimes hate.

But the best thing about your lovers, is that you can do what ever you please and you will always be loved by one person..

.. And that person is me ..

(C) Emma Shaw - 1st April 2006

Hatred

Hatred is a big word when you put all of your hatred towards someone. Especially one someone that you thought you loved, thought you cared so much about that you would feel their pain when they were sad, lost, or forgotten..

But in the end your forgotten...

(C) Emma Shaw - 8th April 2008