my road

last house on the left
short driveway, long road
very few houses,
quiet and calm
unless the dogs are out
not many kids
many memories of bloody murderer,
our night time game
can’t have too much fun because there is cop at the end

me

very common name
an extra E at the end,
gets spelt wrong all the time
I don’t know why it’s spelt different,
but I like it
makes me feel different,
not the same as all the other people with the same name
Emma’s my nickname
harder to miss spell
my name being spelled different
makes me me.

born clumsy

my feet have a mind of there own
taking me one way,
then another
they make me trip over nothing,
walk into everything
they make me fall going upstairs
I try walking a straight line,
my feet take me crooked
I don’t have good balance,
things tend to “fall” out of my hands a lot
it wasn’t an accident,
it wasn’t a random thing happening,
I was born with it

death

I was inspired by death because the card looks unique and death is something that everybody experiences. "The light of death stands for transformation, a new beginning, remaining in motion, and far reaching changes. The shadow is the denial of death" This part stands out to me because death is something that happens to everybody, there's no way to ever escape it. Some people view death as a good thing some view it as a bad. In some ways its a way to start over, if you believe in after life. Some people take death as something to be depressed about but some times if somebody passes away its a relief because the person isn't suffering anymore.

the real and fake

two flowers, one vase
one real, one fake
orange and bright, catches your eye
orange, dull and faded
still catches your eye but not as much
delicate and smooth,
like a baby.
rough and scratchy
like worker hands.
strong, wild and beautiful
old and mildewy
like a storage room
if I had to chose one,
I’d keep the real and
give the fake away.
with the fake memories not as strong,
as the reals memories
the real had more meaning to me,
more memories, more value