Olivia Miller

Rookie (November 19th,1991 / Sweden)

Emery, You Broke Me - Poem by Olivia Miller

Paint stain on my yellow shirt
And tangles in my hair
Nails unpolished
But I don't care
Because I've been demolished

Eyes that can't cry
Hands that won't stop shaking
A brain that won't try
A heart that won't stop breaking

My toes skim the waters edge
As I lie in the burning sun
Just below the shallow ledge
Summers just begun
And here I am

An old man in a wooden boat
A couple and their picnic
I feel that familiar ball in my throat
Painful and so thick

I try to ignore the laughter that surrounds me
I watch the clouds
And I wonder if anyone can see
The pain I try so hard to hide
AM I just another face in the crowd?

I pick up my guitar
And softly pluck its strings
I try to think of something
Happy to sing

I dig inside my tampered memory
And hope for a miracle
But all that comes to mind is Emery
I can almost see his clear blue eyes
And the things I feel are almost lyrical

My hands clutch the wooden instrument
And I start to sing
I can smell the burning pavement
As I watch a broken bird flap its wing

Am I a broken bird?
Am I the burning pavement?
Am I absurd?
Am I an enslavement
Of my own being?

I close my eyes
I shut them tight
And then I sigh
Things will be alright

Paint stain on my yellow shirt
And he is gone
Paint stain on my yellow shirt
And I'll move on

I lie back in the tall, green grass
And pray to God

Erase this pain one last time.

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  • (10/15/2007 10:34:00 PM)

    i liked it very much u ad good imagery and you used a lot of details (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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