Category: Poetry

New music! (Also, sorry for not posting anything for a year)

Hi! I’ve been quiet! I’m so sorry! It’s been a hell of a year and being creative has been hard. I miss being able to be routinely creative but I’m happy to just take it as it comes just now, especially when it’s something I’m as proud of as this!

Tigress is a love poem I wrote a while back, and I’ve always wanted to do more spoken word and music stuff and this has slowly evolved from loose ideas over the last few months, and I’m super happy to share it!

Is it perfect? No.

Is perfection overrated? Yes, 100%

I’m not putting the pressure on myself to create perfect art, I’m just wanting to create and share and do things again, and that’s enough for now. The important thing is not to put pressure on yourself, this is a weird time for us all and “normal” is still a very long time away, we’re learning what normal has to mean for us as individuals and learn what we need to do for ourselves. With time, practice, routine, and positive mental health, we’ll all have even more Things to share, and I’ll be back posting weird stuff on here more often!

Hope you like the track. Take it easy and look after yourself.

NaPoWriMo Day 22

Introspective retrospective
inescapable dreamscape
makes your scars twitch with
discombobulated self loathing.
Memories stained with
fear mongering
innermost thoughts
and knifepoimt teardrops.
Insomniac, somnambulist,
can’t tell the difference,
doesn’t want to fall
because sometimes
all the time
the rabbit-hole leads
to reality.

© Emilie C. Black, 2020

NaPoWriMo Day 21

(Yes, I’m a day behind again, leave me alone. For context, today’s poem is based on a genuine quote I heard when trying to milk in my city and features a LOT of slang/Scottishisms)

Dinnae buy almond milk,
It tastes like garden gnomes.
Coo isnae short for cashew, ken?
Cashew is just a noise rich folk make when they sneeze.
And I dinnae ken wit soya is,
Soya is wit I did yesterday when I was round yer hoose.

You cannae tell me that ye cannae milk a nut,
’cause that’s what yer ma wis daein’ last night.

© Emilie C Black, 2020

NaPoWriMo Day 20

A sadness runs through him
Like the coldest river
Like the bluest river
Crashing and coursing through
Dams of debris

Dammed and dashed against
Banks and rocks of
Psyche and skin.
Coursing through veins
To the pools of his open palms
And drips from his fingertips.

A sadness runs through him
Like oil through saltwater
Slowly spreading and sticking
And clotting and clinging
To his body and soul.

A sadness runs through him
Like wild cats through
The limbs of the trees of his veins
Silent and swift but
He still feels the pain
Of their claws sinking In to his skin

© Emilie C. Black, 2020

NaPoWriMo Day 18

AKA Harry Potter Limerick Day 6

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Now that Snape has killed Dumbledore dead,
Voldemort’s finally gotten ahead.
He’s got domination on his brain
And he’s clearly insane,
But that’s what happens your family is inbred.

© Emilie C. Black, 2020

NaPoWriMo Day 17

AKA Harry Potter Limerick Day 5

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Fudge said “Diggory’s death was mysterious”
Umbridge said “Harry Potter’s delirious”.
Voldemort got in Harry’s head,
Told him someone was dead and he thought
“Surely you cannot be Sirius”

© Emilie C. Black, 2020