I am hearing the talk that is spread
like the News, and it's all about me;
all of it is driving myself mad
In all this drama that makes a crash
where I have to fight back the trash
I need movement
I need action
because I am human not a character
of some wild story.
I am a person that breathes, eat, and sleep
writing out all those dreams in my head
I jumping up and down
but I am not the town clown
that everyone wants to crown.
I will lose things and find them
I sleep and dreams
I hear all those screams
in order to gain something new.
I can't keep all of this in my mind
so I have to sit and write
my arms are sore and my body feels bruised
because I have been fighting with you
I only need for this ink to bleed
for the whole world to read
what it is I see
I will keep
what is enough and never more?
-Judy Emery Copyright © 1982
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MEMORIES
PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.