One Can Breathe on Pictures and Words

A collection of poetry and art by Emilylrn

[emilylrn]

I had pushed my pleasure To the very bottom Crushed beneath my feet Beaten, battered, smashed Eggs that can no longer withstand weight ...

My very fourth poem, written approximately 10 years ago.

[emilylrn]

Greek Saraghina ~ 1 by Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

[emilylrn]

Newt

swam with red underbellies and dried upon the sun toweled by the joy of nothing tickling naked pores swallowed redwood trees and climbed upon the rocks caressing quietly tiptoeing across the moss of unknown stages we stomp upon the green of yesterday

[emilylrn]

The Art Room

Old Towne Petersburg, Virginia

[observando]

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Jack Kerouac (via observando)

[emilylrn]

perhaps they are on the same mindless trip as the rest of us

feeling the breeze against their bodies

moving from one moment to the next

as they glide through a city of doors broken by dominance

fearing a similar muted emotion that cracks the ceiling above their own encasing

and peels the paint, tearing apart the orchid covered walls

[fucked-up-but-it-is-what-it-is]

[emilylrn]

Honey and Tea

exhausted by the flirtations with death and desolation desperate to be reborn again surrounded by a purple hue with green fire on the inside to keep me alive and safe from ideas I cannot consciously understand although I know them so well and they have become collected petals of contradictions and impaling pain exhausted by the flirtations with suffering and madness desperate to be reborn again in a beautiful song or perhaps within the whisperings of a captivation that feeds me spoonfuls of honey and warm vanilla tea and nurses my spirit safely back to the depths of a wonderland where I roam most peaceful, playful and inquisitive

[emilylrn]

Translucent

arms reach forward into pools of crystallized clarity calming kills chaos caught in endearing embrace of ‘situation and sensation’ of saturation and silence colliding again in clouds

[emilylrn]

Reality

I'm awake. ↑ under the illusion that I'm awake really asleep blessedly with the exception (deleted interjection) of an earache and heartache dissected and unsewn

[emilylrn]

Musing #4

pick me up read me like a book collect my whispers carry them gracefully to the nearest lake let the golden fishes feed upon my words suckle vowels and digest every flowing consonant

[emilylrn]

I am in love with the atypical and the unconventional. I want to live like there’s no such thing as routine or expectation. I want the wind to carry me along like a dandelion seed, or a flower petal dancing upon the surface of a secluded stream. I want to gaze upon the stars so deeply and so intently that I go a trance…- Andre Provencio"

[psychaches-deactivated20180725]

they don’t understand. i just live because there is nothing else to do.

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

I haven’t yet tasted everything that can keep me alive.

Albert Camus, Caligula (via undying-orchid)

[emilylrn]

Admidst

It's that time between the sleeping and the waking between the ambience and the noise between destruction and creation between the reflection of the stars and in between those unseen I tiptoe across an unfinished yesterday crying at tomorrow's arrival collecting the dust of existence upon my weeping brow

[theatrical-momma-bear]

THIS Is Why 'Princess Leia' Is The Realest Badass

She's been speaking out against stigma for years.

The reason why Princess Leia is really a Princess, imo.

[emilylrn]

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