Love and All

Tears down my cheek
Don't do you justice
Those tear drops 
Fall into my mouth 
As though 
I'm swallowing pain

I crawl towards the floor
Into my own arms 
Because there is no one else
There

I want to sing and scream 
Your name to 
Allow you 
In

But take a breath 
and wait

For the sun to rise
And direct me
Somewhere closer to 
Your heart

Allowing me to remember
Who you are
And who we are
Even if I cry to 
Miss you

Somewhere you are here
Your presence
Guidance
Friendship 

Love and all 

Your Judgement Eyes

Your judgement eyes peer down

They look upon me

As someone you don’t know

Stare and contemplate myself as though

You know me

But don’t

Your judgement eyes look like slits

Of anger

And of resentment

To what I might have

And you might desire

Without knowing

Your judgement eyes seek truth

Through an unassuming world

Of thoughts that lead

To battles, wars and fights

Without realistic reality

Your judgement eyes only see

What’s in front of them

And not

What is complete

 But of half the situation

Those eyes that judge are blind

Blind to what is real and true to

Who that person is

That you decided

To look upon

But could not and do not

See

I want to write to the world and say...

I want to write to the world and say:

Look at the stars

What do you see?

Mere balls of gas

That are more

Than just to

Be wished upon

That have lived longer

Than you and I

And all our dreams

That live in galaxies

That are bigger than our

Hearts

And what we hope for

That are so far away

As though impossible

To reach

Unlike our goals

Seen through the light

That brightens our path

And where to go

I sometimes can see

A star shooting past

Faster than we can walk

Or run

To get to where we are going

Is our wish to speed up time

To find love

Before those we love

So loneliness

Doesn’t take over

Even though we are surrounded

By stars

We see

And watch

And sometimes wish we could be

So I write to the world again

And say

Look upon the flowers and trees

They have grown from small seeds

They do not live a long life

But live one of freedom and vivid colours to

Simply grow and grow some more

Organically and so

With water and food

And the people that pass them by

As simple as it is

To the world I say

Those stars

Are maybe just too

Far away...

I don't know any more

I don't know any more
If I'm meant to cry
If I'm meant to hold on
If I'm meant to wake up

I don't know any more
For what I'm supposed to do
For what I can do
For what tomorrow might bring

I don't know any more
For who will be there
For who will care about me
For who will make me smile

I don't know any more
To what will happen next
To how I'll feel tomorrow
To another time when I look back

I don't know any more
If I can open up to something new
If I can trust those around me
If I can let someone in

I don't know any more
If I can continue to give
If I can continue to care
If I have the energy

I don't know any more
About the future
About the path I'm taking
About where I will go

I may not know anymore
But
I will not stop!

Until I find out.

Take My Wings

Take My Wings

How do they feel

Soft

Delicate

Light

And like a feather

Take my wings

How do they look

Intricate

In their design

Of patterns and colours

Plenty

Take my wings

How are they read

A story told

Of bright and dark

And of tears and laughter

Take my wings

Where have they travelled

To mountains

High and low

To seas

Rocky and smooth

And to roads

Straight and winding

Take my wings

What do they wish

Days of plenty, health and happiness

Friendships to hold and of many

Family to come home to

Of old and new

And for love

To stay when tough and joyful

Take my wings

For whom they belong

For what she has seen

For what she has done

For what she has learnt

For who she then be

Take my wings

And see

What will come

And knowing that even if

They are delicate and light

They have strength

Once in flight

-Emma Phillips 13/10/11

The Crane

Another perfect fold

Another perfect crease

Another perfect moment

When paper becomes

The Crane

Simplistic, elegance

In the way that it stands

Its beak is open

Its wings won’t fly

It sits on a mantelpiece to be admired

Does it watch the world go by

Even though there are no eyes

Does it feel the gentle breeze

Even though it has no feathers

Symbolic of health

A time of happiness

A thousand folded

To bring hope

A memory missed when

The child was taught

That perfect fold, perfect crease

To show off its simple

Elegant style

In a message

Not written

But in how it waits

While sitting

Alone

Emma Phillips 21/09/2011