The March-April Second Selected Poet is Emily Jones

Please feel free to email Emily at: emilyracheljones306@gmail.com

FEAR

Innocent eyes turned to dust with pain from age
Such a young soul hidden inside that mature flesh
Waiting to break free from those binding chains
The terrors of life have fed the overwhelming fear
And turned her against the world
Mutilating every will to carry on
The burning demons buried within spring tears to her eyes
And allowed death to penetrate fragile thoughts of dismay
As they ripped her apart
Piece by piece
Until she was truly broken

TROUBLE AMONGST THE STARS

The savage moon glares out of the sky
Refusing to weep for this unwanted solitude
The stars have all burned out with flames as bright as snow
And black smoke rides the air triumphantly
Painting desperate faces below with misery
For no glow will conquer the skies tonight
Evil wins and trouble remains for those lost souls
Who yearn and plead to find their way home once again…

TAKE ME

Scarlet drops of day splatter on my widowed heart
The dagger to her throat ripped me to pieces in more ways that I could bear
As the light died from her golden eyes, I felt myself drown inside
Violent waves of destruction corrupted my soul and deteriorated my river of blood that flows in my veins
Poison, my only friend, come to me as a remedy for this torturous pain they call life
Death, take me willingly into your arms and cradle my poor soulless corpse to an eternal sleep that it desires
And finally, burn my body to the ground and scatter the ashes to peaceful waters
That accept my sins as their own and love me for what I am and who I have become...

MISTAKE

From the Clouds of Ash she watched him fall
Deeper than any soul had fallen into darkness
He was consumed by his misery that rolled out beyond the years
The suffering she had caused him was too black to be true
Her hopeful wish had baked a truth inside his gut
And expanded into the world like a virus
She had poisoned everything around him and the way he used to think
Into nothing more than hateful regret
Her pit of jealousy and wrath grew alongside her troubled past
The revenge she’d always wanted she soon came to mourn
The fault was not his yet she had thrust it upon him like a sword
Fighting a way out of this maddening envy and hate
Yet she had watched him fall with unknowing eyes
Killing the essence inside his heart and turning it to blood and white
She wept in the space between life and death
Begging for an end to his anguish…and her corrupted soul

A teacher’s lesson of similes and metaphors inspired Emily Jones to write, her love of words and descriptions quickly transforming into poetry. She obtains inspiration from almost anywhere and when she has the urge to write, she grabs a notebook or opens up a new word document and her fingers start typing.

Although she has a broad interest in most genres, her poetry tends to be dark.

She would like to be recognized as an accomplished writer and perhaps publish a collection one day.