redshortsandcola

[redshortsandcola]

i shine through words

like the moon shines off their suns light

something keeping me here

as if the roots of the trees i wish to look through are holding me down some how

of course it's him

but if i disappear

how will i fear what's not their

i'll become so

if i disappear

no art

no words

no more of them being heard

if i even impact as though they have said

so if i disappeare will i be heard to

or will i be known as a cowered

a crow

and an attention seeking hoe

oh i plead

please oh please tell me now

if i disappear will it follow as though

will my thinking

my thoughts

my writing

my words

your words

your thoughts

the art in witch it defines the sunset on the lake

the art that explains why the trees sway the way they do

why the animal walks the way it was taught

how

if i disappear

will it to

-Emma Heskett

[redshortsandcola]

"lightning without thunder is like writing without the voice explaining why it shines the way it does

and when the light fades the thunder grows louder/stronger"

- Emma heskett

[redshortsandcola]

What's your favorite color?

light yellow

[redshortsandcola]

"the silence woke her mind

while the rain invited the ghosts

leaving more then just thoughts to fill the cold air

with the fire

not a care for the burnt feeling

it might bring to your cold hands

getting to close

because it might warm something else inside

something worth burning

something that shouldn't

but it does because no matter

the quote

the sympathy

or the kind thoughts

the understanding

it all adds up to feeling as though you deserve to be cold and hot at the same time

in the same moment

the smoke in my eyes

the glasses do not catch

a different burning sensation

feels nice

while the smoke fills my lungs

i accept the hurt

for i except the comfort and the warmth

for this fortnight

for this cycle

[redshortsandcola]

"the silence woke her mind

while the rain invited the ghosts

leaving more then just thoughts to fill the cold air

with the fire

not a care for the burnt feeling

it might bring to your cold hands

getting to close

because it might warm something else inside

something worth burning

something that shouldn't

but it does because no matter

the quote

the sympathy

or the kind thoughts

the understanding

it all adds up to feeling as though you deserve to be cold and hot at the same time

in the same moment

the smoke in my eyes

the glasses do not catch

a different burning sensation

feels nice

while the smoke fills my lungs

i accept the hurt

for i except the comfort and the warmth

for this fortnight

for this cycle