Em's coffee house

Hey, I'm Em, it's nice to meet you! Any fellow students please join me here x

[elizabx]

~ Franz Kafka ♡

@embercoffee (we haven't been active here for a while, thought i should tag you too x)

[embercoffee]

Starting up again with an image of a return?

[elizabx]

just a few words, spilt on paper.. <3

INSANE LOVER

We sank into the meadows laying our heads back,

How often I wonder what stars we had;

The touch of your finger tip reminds me of the green,

How awful it is to think of the deep.

The days were never gay to dance,

It is undeniable, how uncertain the unknown was—

You might call me an insane lover,

How I shall still wait for that day to come over.

She was a lover to the lover made me think,

How I was always no one in between.

You never showed me the light even when I had stepped into the obscure—

How I wish we both were together someday, running across the moor.

The lusty greens were a pleasant present to the eyes,

How I only dreamt of kissing you twice.

I was screaming in silence when no one was around,

Oh how my heart aches each time I think of you— so profound.

[embercoffee]

Stunning and beautiful ❤️ so heartfelt x

“She was a lover to the lover made me think,

How I was always no one in between.”

[lightningboltkisses]

come see what flower you are bc while the world is dark u deserve to be told u are bright and beautiful 

[elizabx]

@embercoffee dedicated to you x 😊

[embercoffee]

What a beautiful quiz, and what a beautiful pair of forget me nots we are ❤️

[embercoffee]

26.05.22

Spent the afternoon in a cafe this afternoon after a morning studying at school. Coffee always adds to productivity, no?

[elizabx]

@embercoffee and me someday.. some years later.. 🖤🖤

[embercoffee]

Studying the poets in the early morning haze...

[embercoffee]

Empty Spaces, March 2022, E.J

A poem I wrote in March that I'm proud of. Inspired to post by Eliza's own poem x

[elizabx]

one of the few poems i wrote. i'm not a born poet or something so it's obviously not a quality one. all i write is what i feel; not love but tragedy.

THE DARK IN THE DAY

sitting by the window, gazing at greens, the dew dropped the slope;

the wood and the earth all blend into one–

all wet all wet, earth breaths the gloom,

and cries aside for a quiet room.

there's no sunshine all way through,

she sat with the rusted papers naked alone–

who's there? who do you think will hear?

she saw the earth howling as tears flooded her bustling cheers.

the petrichor perfumed the despaired soul

the sky poured all its pain into the dried soil

no whisper in the room, just hush that aches

she ink-stained her hand as she felt mist through her veins

sensations embraced her whilst the

earth rained all the grief at once

the chair and toes none witness movement as a delight of beam kissed her in months

the blur panes pained lots

only the clouds knew what gnawed her thoughts

thank you for reading xx.

[embercoffee]

By my lovely friend ☆

My favourite lines:

There's no sunshine all the way through,

She sat with the rusted papers naked alone -

Who's there? Who do you think will hear?