• emily p commented on the post, ensue 6 years, 4 months ago

    It’s not a word you hear everyday, and I bet you’d be surprised at how many don’t even know its meaning. It means to occur after an event. I’ve been pretty down lately, at that point in my life where things could either go one way or another. A crossroads, I believe. But the only thing is, I have no clue which way is north or which is south. I’m…[Read more]

  • emily p commented on the post, cities 6 years, 6 months ago

    Cities can be fantastic. Night lights, night life, night people. Drinks in bars with crowded strangers, hoping for a night unlike any other. Friends you think you can always count on, and sometimes you can, if only for a little while. Cities, though, can be dark, scary, dirty, grey with puddles and stinking of misery and loneliness. There is…[Read more]

  • emily p commented on the post, promise 6 years, 8 months ago

    I’m staring at the screen and all that comes to be is a picture of a finger slipping through a ring. A small metal band, meaningless in itself but yet so full of importance in all it promises. A promise is supposed to mean something, it is supposed to be eternal, hard, unbreakable, much like that ring. But lately I find that the ring must be made…[Read more]

  • emily p commented on the post, patient 6 years, 9 months ago

    I need to be satisfied enough in the present that I need not worry about the future. I need to be patient.

  • emily p commented on the post, jelly 7 years, 3 months ago

    I always wondered what it would be like to be suspended in jelly. Ignore the fact that you can’t breathe and it would be quite lovely. No noise, no one else, just you. And perhaps that sweet sticky taste of summer […]

  • emily p commented on the post, monitor 7 years, 4 months ago

    It’s never anything I expect. Cool eyes, serene, watching me. They watch to see how I’m fitting in. It’s as if they like it.

  • emily p commented on the post, pattern 7 years, 6 months ago

    I woke up feeling a thin line of sunlight across my cheek. I was surrounded by patterns. Light came in vertically from the wide windows which were still open from last night, waving in the breeze. The light met on […]

  • emily p commented on the post, petition 7 years, 6 months ago

    a white piece of paper scribbled with unintelligible scratchings. They tell you to sign so you feel important, like you’re part of something. But your name is just another marking. You’re voice does not count […]

  • emily p commented on the post, lantern 7 years, 6 months ago

    it was a cold, misty night. Far off in the distance was a tiny bead of light. It danced on the horizon, flirted with me. Each step i took brought it nearer, yet i never seemed to reach it. I began to lose track of […]

  • emily p commented on the post, lift 7 years, 7 months ago

    different things tend to lift me up. the smell of popcorn cooking in the kitchen while my family watches old movies in the living room. Laundry. My dog after being washed. These things are a part of life, maybe […]

  • emily p commented on the post, medical 7 years, 7 months ago

    pale blue walls. White linoleum floors. She liked walking in circles around the hallway of floor 15 door 6. She could pretend she was alone, lost in her own thoughts, the echoing of naked feet her only companion. […]

  • emily p commented on the post, downpour 7 years, 10 months ago

    she walked outside, at the exact second it began to rain. “Not my day. Just..not my day at all”. She muttered to herself. Trudging along the road, she knew more than ever that it must be done. Nothing could redeem her now except for the task she knew she must complete. Opening a small bag, […]

  • emily p commented on the post, combination 7 years, 10 months ago

    what would life be like if it wasnt for the combination of things that make it so frustrating? the work, the school, the money, the moments of love that give us wings one moment and send us spiraling downhill the second you begin to hope. life is beautiful but i suppose its a tragic type […]