#emersonwrites

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Even if her lips were flames, I'd still love her and every little demon in those innocent eyes.

E.J

[emerson-jade-writes-blog]

It seems I must still teach ignorant men that when a woman knows she no longer needs validation from you, she is beyond earthly demands. She is a goddess.

E.J

[emerson-jade-writes-blog]

Maybe if I drowned myself in my emotions I'd finally understand them.

E.J

[emerson-jade-writes-blog]

A drunk is nothing but a self-proclaimed genius. The cheap bourbon suits one's impure, half-hearted behavior. I hate it. Another drink.

E.J

[emerson-jade-writes-blog]

Poetry is the words of the mute and those who struggle.

E.J

[suanmeitang]

If Peter Had Stayed with Wendy

dropping swears like cherry bombs never meant to say a word to make you burn so bad girls do it well - told you once my father was a mad man and you drew arrows in the sand, said they go places we can't. I covered your eyes as you washed your bruises in the tide, promised he'd never use you again. you never said a word and I remember enough to know you turned the ocean red that day, scrubbed hands in salt, torn wounds. I remember we grew up too soon. flowers bloomed on your face that night, red like cherries, they fell down.