Author: Emmalase

Sometimes what one wants isn’t what one needs, and wisdom is the ability to decern the difference. Wants are most…

I am a slave of love. A pawn to her schemes and means. Eyes so lit like day light, taming…

Its harder to forget a past I pretend isn’t there, when someday I know it will find me. But who…

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

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

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

The cries of someone far from reach, Stretching a hand feeble and frail too far to reach, Overshadowed by their…

We all have our pain, sometimes it hurts so much that we can no longer bear it, and so we…

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

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

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

In the confines of solitude, I found myself meditating on the invisible words of silent rhythms.  Thoughts from bottomless gallows…