Poems from dreamboatemmie
Emma. CLT, NC. 22 yo.
I get my inspiration from my disorder, family, cities, heartbreaks,constellations, cigarettes, sidewalks, great cups of coffee, rejections, and of course my cat named Mochi.
When life gives me lemons,
I squeeze them ‘til they’re dry.
I do it fast because they die.
I have a bucket of decay, And I pretend it’s...
Bumps of ketamine.
Go to bed real late.
It’s not what it seems,
Hell is a soulmate.
Vodka made of tears,
Down a bunch of shots.
Chased...
Firm hands, from shadows on the wall.
Firm no’s, from girls around nightfall.
I promised to protect you all.
Don’t touch, These...
Get up from the couch and go to bed, darling.
I wish I could crawl into you for safety.
--Thunderstorms scare me and self-doubt floods my...