poetry – Emma After Hours

dim light

The lights in my room feel dim, when I never touched the switch. Writing about myself feels odd, narcissistic. I used to feel supported, but their ‘terms of endearment’ feel backhanded. Those who acted like a shield are now the arrows speeding towards me. So I stay in the low lit room, reading fantasy andContinue reading “dim light”

Eye of the Storm

There is a break in the panic. A hiccup in the shortness of breath that feels like an escape. There is satisfaction that comes with reaching the eye of the storm. Even when you know it’s a mere pause. And soon you will be returned to your prior state, with no time to conform. TheContinue reading “Eye of the Storm”

Common Ground – Emma Weiss

Where’s our common ground? We run on the same plain, but from different directions. And some may say your down hill jog, Is different from my uphill race. You ask me why I complain? I answer, but you conclude I’m insane. Preaching the distance is the same.

Pisces Sun Scorpio Rising- Emma Weiss

Illicit daydreams, creative highs. Always in my own world. A universe that is perfect to hide. Constantly on the brink of tears for absolutely no reason. So instead of realizing I may have a problem I blame pisces season. A lot of things make me sulk, Only seen when I open up, not common whenContinue reading “Pisces Sun Scorpio Rising- Emma Weiss”