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Mom, Again Thickened border: Brick and mortar, Quick, in order… Tricked—a boarder Now: no longer Flesh and blood. Sign in to see full entry.

Been busy but wrote this little one a couple days ago--any thoughts? Nostalgia Somehow, was it then, a sweeter Time? The ghosts in mime perform In newly rhythmed meter: Pain and awkwardness conform As lumps in batter to a beater… July 31, 2007 Houston, Texas Age 26 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.

APOLOGY: I want to apologize to those of you who have posted comments and whom I have not responded to at all. I very much appreciate them and have simply been busy. I will try hard to do better! This especially applies to SpencerStreetStation and afzal50, among others. Here is a poem I wrote awhile ago about the foolish choices we often make: Exchange A banquet would—or could—have been Her meal—but she preferred to win —or rather have the chance to find A plastic ring from popcorn mined…... Sign in to see full entry.

Sometimes we have to accept that we cannot always exert our influence on the world in the way we want--like two magnets of positive charge, by approaching the object we wish to touch we push it away. But I believe it is not a matter of resigned, reluctant acceptance, but rather an acknowledgement of a wiser, guiding hand... Ephemeral I guess I am ephemeral to you, Incapable of being grasped— Like sand a hand so vainly clasped, Or smoke escaping through a flue That will not suffer closure... Were... Sign in to see full entry.

Melancholy comes with ease To flow from heart to hand to pen, And thus it spreads, as a disease— Emerging time and time again: I seek a rhyme, and answer those That pull my strings of inner pain, And so recurrently compose A tenebrous, sedate refrain— Encounters, then, with joy and hope Lag unrecorded; and I fear Despite my feelings’ wider scope, My legacy will be a tear. July 28, 2005 Houston, Texas Age 24 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.

another life...one afternoon stillness of late afternoon, when calm inside meets tranquil scene without—hands pressed again against the glass between to mirrored fingertips and palms… not a silence, but a distance: sounds of life—below, away— divorced from the insistence they at other times convey when pandemonium embalms… another life—one afternoon—i recollect before unveiling of mortiferous defect… and now returning: new surroundings through same glass; but this time pain in surging poundings,... Sign in to see full entry.

once, in rising waters, driving rain, tire treads served their purpose: forward, forward turning, backward, back, exhaust fumes bubbling; steady pace, steady steering hand: composure, skill, patience in an air-conditioned fiberglass, metal, plexiglass prison: en route to shattered dreams July 17, 2007 Houston, Texas Age 26 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.

Gone away—I headlong set it free— Indeed it was already leaving me Behind. And though anticipation warned That all would change; and though I mourned Prospectively; whatever conscience loudly Lobbied for retention just as proudly Packed its bags and fled— And I remained: Bewildered, knowing other shoulder voices Have misled my mind before toward foolish choices: Some through fear; and some through proper fears Abandoned. Bobbing buoy through the years, I’ve learned to doubt my inner ears… Yet no... Sign in to see full entry.

different windows staving off embrace of humid Houston heat, framing similar grey sky, leaves and branches out of context, suspended in a family of squares, like columned televisions working in alliance… somewhere faintly violin concerto interrupting hum of trustworthy appliances, washing, drying, cooling, humming, whirring, clicking, beeping, friendly in reminder, same as quarter-hour chiming of same grandfather clock beside newly refinished, same grand piano, where I just attempted to play the... Sign in to see full entry.

afraid with distance love would turn surreal— a momentary figment quick dissolving, every tender memory devolving to a nothing underlying an ideal… but now perceive the distance to reveal an underlying sentiment evolving upward, in a spiral, now revolving and—it seems—composed of spider steel… June 4, 2007 Houston, Texas Age 26 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.

Future just as always, closed to our Projections—yet a glowing redness grows Behind my eyelids; now belying dour Objections that what lies ahead arose From better possibilities destroyed, Mosaic fragments—shreds—in painful stretch To illustrate what might have been, devoid Of continuity—a crippled sketch… But now comes scarlet, nearly blinding me, (Accustomed as I’ve grown to walk at night) And that same hand that’s been unwinding me Is carrying me toward a different light… Mistook that last... Sign in to see full entry.

All the tasks awaiting me— A rising panic given up, Exchanged for moment’s reverie Through which the memories erupt— A softened, wounded ribcage spot, The hub of widely different pains Points two directions from a knot Still leaking into settled stains; And through it all a humbled soul Laments it’s not more humbled still, Inspecting unexpected role It plays in this unfolding will… So from above and from the deep Flies at me everything but sleep. April 6, 2007 Washington, DC Age 26 © Talya Sara... Sign in to see full entry.

All of this already has transpired— Birth, and life, and love, and death Have even now totality acquired: This very utterance; my breath… But I cannot escape—I still succumb To this mirage of passing years; And therefore never render myself numb To all the joyfulness and tears… March 7, 2007 Washington, DC Age 26 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.

and now, one foot behind the last, and that last foot behind the first, i walk: no footstep unsurpassed by yet another step traversed… and never did I walk so fast as now that I walk unrehearsed, nor walk so straight through leeway vast— now looking last and walking first… January 21, 2007 Washington, DC Age 25 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.

flying upward, vertical— path of the sincere: some face skyward, spy the narrow hole, and deftly slip through it; others, flying backwards, face the ground, crash against the invisible ceiling, splat and spread in a variety of colorful directions, but all of them horizontal and dripping January 2, 2007 Houston, Texas Age 25 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.

burdened from within… giving this up is not setting down a weight externally borne, but undergoing a surgical procedure… my very heart, which is intertwined with yours, excised… and so long accustomed to pulling its sweetly sorrowful heaviness along within me, i fear without it i will no longer be able to walk— rather than continue on any path… i fear that she who walks on will be a stranger… i fear i will simply float away… December 24, 2006 flying from Washington to Houston Age 25 © Talya Sara... Sign in to see full entry.

I thought I saw it streaming: Individual and beaming Strands, dispersed and angled Not quite parallel; sky spangled With their lustrous, pure diffusion… Yet result of an occlusion— After deeper observation Found the source of their formation An obstruction shielding greater Brilliance: Thus dark, my sight’s creator, By removing some resplendence Lifts the curtain to transcendence… December 22, 2006 Washington, DC Age 25 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.

stillness of late afternoon, when calm inside meets tranquil scene without—hands pressed again against the glass between to mirrored fingertips and palms… not a silence, but a distance: sounds of life—below, away— divorced from the insistence they at other times convey when pandemonium embalms… another life—one afternoon—i recollect before unveiling of mortiferous defect… and now returning: new surroundings through same glass; but this time pain in surging poundings, mourning loss of windchime... Sign in to see full entry.

partly empty partly filled with frightened child once wet and chilled, now spinning: mild at first, with promise soon of dry and warm and calm, a boon drawn nigh for troubled soul… but—damp remaining—heat applied, the motor straining, fierce inside and stirring up, though motive warming, new eruptions—warmth transforming— thirsty, in control… thus search for love reverts to lust, the fruit thereof stillborn as dust of engine’s coal… December 15, 2006 Washington, D.C. Age 25 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.

release me from beloved shackles, donned in fools’ anticipation by these selves: a pack of jackals: lustful, proffering libation, jostling Legion borne within— born akin to other “many,” yet my selves, each one my twin: swine powerless to swallow any… December 7, 2006 Washington, DC Age 25 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.