Author: Emmalase

Writer, Activist, Educationist.

The depths.

And I saw cities lit, torches of flames burning like day, dust and rubble of what once was. Children crying… continue The depths.

The faceless fellow

He came with a heart seeking tame, and reeking shame. His endless wallow in the gallows of vice, a faceless… continue The faceless fellow

A poem for you

I write this poem for you, one with bitter rhymes of your woes. The stench of despair you wore like… continue A poem for you

Is anybody out there.

The crys of someone far from reach, Stretching a hand feeble and frail too far to reach, Overshadowed by their… continue Is anybody out there.

Did we hear her.

We all have our pain, sometimes it hurts so much that we can no longer bear, and so we speak…. continue Did we hear her.

Greener pastures

The term greener pastures was coined to imply a situation or a place more promising, with better opportunities and sustainability,… continue Greener pastures


The grim reality of a world void of lasting peace, stealthily creeping closer, elusive to minds shrouded by the condescending… continue Supremacy


I have become what I for a time, detested. Born into morality, heeding preachers of lies and truth, and trying… continue Blame

Solace in Solitude

In the confines of solitude, I found myself meditating on the invisible words of silent sentient rhythms.  Thoughts from bottomless… continue Solace in Solitude

I am Man

I know who I am, I know what I am. I am a protector and a creator, whilst also a… continue I am Man

Gold sickness

On that day, flame was born from breath, and it scorched the air in blaze. The bells tolled uncontrollably, as… continue Gold sickness

A quiet place.

At first glance, it seemed desolate and devoid of any presence, sitting in the middle of a cross path. Only… continue A quiet place.