Lonely at the top

she wears only

a silk black dress top

no panties on

I've never missed anyone

the way I miss you

In my deep dream

I still have more dreams of you

I awake only to see

how much further you are

than yesterday

I wish there was a way

to make you happy

a way

to watch you laugh

one more time

Perfect

precious

stares

are

found

only in

your eyes

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What do you call

a midnight car

beneath a borrowed streetlight

on a road

that doesn’t know our names,

where your breath catches

every time I get too close

to the center?

Would you call it friendship?

There is panic in your silence,

a twitch I’d hoped to see.

You shift before truth slips.

But I’m not the one

you’re trying to convince.

How can you sit beside me,

pulse bursting through your sleeve,

and pretend

this isn’t

everything

you’re terrified to want?

Tell me, love,

is it fear

that’s got your tongue?

Surely,

it isn’t me.

When it’s quiet I hear myself thinking and I don’t always like what I hear it ain’t loud but it cuts through the silence like a voice that’s been waiting for years It reminds me of things I avoided of the man I said I would be of the times I chose easy over right when nobody was there to see I can hide it behind all the noise stay busy keep running around but sooner or later it finds me again when theres nothing but truth in the sound and I wonder if I’d be proud of myself if I stripped it all down to the core no titles no image no words to defend just the man I can’t ignore cause at the end of the day it ain’t them I answer to not the world not the crowd not the noise it’s the voice in my head when the silence hits asking me about my choices so I’m learning to face it not run from it even when it don’t feel right cause maybe being proud of yourself starts in the dark… not the light.

Somewhere on the sound
I hear a distant call
Not the caw of a bird 
or the swoop of a ball
But something like a herd
Transferred, if you may

I hear it no more
Drawing me slowly
Until I have heard it again
My perseverance I shall sustain

But forever I must retain
The beautiful thought of the song
And be truly thankful
That I could bring it along

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For the first time, I feel the sparks.

His body melts into my embrace,

and my heart skips a beat.

Our noses brush

as he meets my lips with his,

and my heart flutters once more.

His soft breath of slumber

melts my body into his

and sings me to sleep.

But do I follow the heart or the mind?

A question beneath your breath,

eating at me inside.

How can a love so wholesome

be called sinful?

Death, a part of Life
but what do you do
when that life is stolen
without cause
without respect
devalued by hatred,
ignorance and greed

A breath of life
guaranteed freedom
but they privatized it,
capitalized on it,
made it out to be the dream
quietly rooted in supremacy
loudly shouting its profanities
an illusion clinging tightly
to a thread unraveled
by its proclivities

And we’re to stand by
as suffering climbs
Mt. Everest competing
with the greatest, the fastest,
the strongest moral inclination
to subvert the experience
by dipping their heads
into ink pens ready to pen
the bypasser’s manifesto

And the dead, they stay dead
while the living mourns
separation of the humane,
inhumane dancing on their graves
shouting obscenities and lies
wrapping their justification behind
tiny pink bows disguised
as a revolution for the straight
white cis man, while their women,
caked like gorillas, act as mouthpieces
against their own self-preservation

And yet, we persist
And yet, we resist

buried heads
burying the dead
zombies rising
revisionism feeding ‘em
apocalypse the goal
creating the new order
as if it hadn’t been done before
imagination waning
history, they keep repeating

And yet, we persist
And yet, we resist

wisdom and experience
valuing through love
respecting
giving meaning
returning the breath
standing with
Giving Life to Death

written by me (theEmeraldDragonness)
just now 3 Apr 2026
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Today I am yesterday's tomorrow

Past presents foretold Future forays

Into miasmic, Mnemosene memories

Marbled creations mesmerize my every- year monthly

Daily devotions decide emotions

Whilst springing towards free- fall fascinations

Summerland recalls winters bone- chilled Home; Winter detests it's euphoric, gloaming, glow

And all reside within hands, wheels, cogs of hourglass sand time

Handed out amongst drought, to quench Love's dehydrated rein

A flower bloomed in a shade

where sunlight stayed softly, and dew.

A man stood erect, relaxed,,

with regret a fainting remembrance as Hugh.

His shade covered Shoes, soft leather blues,

stood facing the bloom,

in dew sprattled souls and etched leather patches in

two.

He held his gaze on the passing charade of butlers

and maids,

off doing the bidding of she who outwitted all that is

truly charade.

The taxi pulled up and stopped with a flup,

as its squeaky brakes eased from the jolt.

No worries my friend, I’ve got you, hop in,

the driver called out to the man.

He stepped through the door,

tucked shoulders and core.

Both shoes on the floor.

As the taxi man braced, shifted, and floored, away

from the flower and dew.

A shortcut my friend, looked back with a grin, wasn’t

chagrin,

a look more of sin than something so charming and

thin.

The Maid of Orleans Part 1

I said nothing.

She was already flustered, drenched with that frantic heat that comes from nowhere and everywhere at once.

Words wouldn’t land right now

Whatever I offered would only make it worse. I knew that. Experience had taught me that silence, however cowardly it looked, was sometimes the least dangerous option.

So I stayed quiet.

That didn’t save me.

She turned anyway, the way storms always do when they’ve run out of sky.

Her face was red, her voice sharp and unanchored.

“Useless,” she spat, close enough that I could feel it. “You never help. Never.”

It wasn’t shouting so much as screaming— unfiltered, banshee-loud—meant not to be heard but to wound.

Something in me folded.

I left the hotel room before I could say anything unforgivable, before the bitterness grew.

The door closed behind me, and alone in the corridor, I broke, tears blurring the patterned carpet as I walked. My chest burned. My head rang.

And under my breath, through sobs I barely recognised as my own, the words came out ugly and desperate.

Words I didn’t mean, words born only from pain.

The hallway swallowed them whole.

When silence is no longer a choice.
It becomes conditioning.

The Maid of Orleans Part 2

He said nothing

I was already flustered. The heat of menopause consumed me, leaving me drenched in that frantic heat that comes from nowhere and everywhere at once.

But he just lay there, seemingly uninterested.

Whatever I tried, whatever I demanded, would only make it worse. I knew that. Experience had taught me that silence, however unfair it felt, was sometimes the sharpest weapon I had.

So I stayed quiet.

That didn’t save me.

He turned to leave.

His face was pale, jaw tight, eyes darting away. His silence cut as sharply as any word I could have thrown.

“The storm inside me broke; as if it had run out of sky, I could no longer hold it.”

“Useless,” I shouted, letting the syllables hit where they would. “You never help. Never.”

“You never say the words I need. You never hear me. You never see me.

Shouting turned to screaming as I wielded my truth—meant not to be heard but to mark the space, to assert the weight of what I carried alone.

I saw him fold. I saw the hesitation in the shoulders that always tried to seem strong.

I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to speak, to ground me, to fix what I knew he could not. But he left the room before the words could harden into anything permanent.

He slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone with only the echoes of my own voice. Chest burning. Pulse thundering in my ears.

I whispered the words now, words I didn’t recognise, ugly, desperate—but not meaningless. They were the only words left that belonged to me.

The hotel room swallowed them whole.

When silence is no longer a choice.
It becomes conditioning.

i don't think i was fully prepared when you came knocking into my life

but now i stay up so i can listen to the sound of you breathing at night

i memorize the slow rhythm of your heart beat

not out of fear of you leaving,

but because it's a lullaby reserved only for me.

If I had known, If the story was told, I would have cut it short, Let it go cold.

Had I known the pain, The defeat and despair that would come, I would have never held back, I would have grabbed that gun.

One bullet in my skull, A hand full of pills, Belt around my throat, Air from my lungs spills.

I remember watching the train, Come flying past, Standing beside the tracks, Wanting that day to be my last.

As I seen it coming, The thought crossed my mind, This would be really fast, I’d be gone in no time.

But I was afraid, Too scared to jump, 2 feet from the tracks, But I couldn’t pass the hump.

I stayed frozen to the ground, And watched it fly by, It would have been so quick, Then…. I started to cry.

The tears they came, Rushing down my face, I couldn’t breath, I just want gone from this place.

You got to walk away, You got to leave, You got to forget, You stole my peace.

I was the one, Left with all the pain, A broken heart and soul, A completely wrecked brain,

When the pain is this deep, Soul crushing and sharp, You’ll do anything, To save your heart.

That even means yes, Taking my self out of this place, At least it would stop, All the emotions and disgrace.

I so very badly, Want it to end, No matter how it does, Because I’m at my end.

I can’t take much more, My head feels heavy like stone, My soul and heart want free, My mind left alone.

From all of the thoughts, And the voices in my head, This is exactly why, I just wish I were dead.

Cause they never stop, They don’t go away, The play on repeat, All damn day.

I hope one day soon, Cause I don’t have much fight left, That all of these things go, Before they cause my last breath.

I’m writing this from a place that hurts to stay,

Where words feel sharp but silence cuts away.

I’m carrying what I never meant to hold,

Still standing here while everything feels cold.

I took the hit because I chose to care,

Straight to the gut then lower, life’s not fair.

I doubled down when I should’ve stepped aside,

Believed in us when doubt was justified.

I need the truth, not something half-assembled,

Don’t make me prove a love that never trembled.

I gave you all of me without a test,

Just tell me now, was I your worst or best?

Was I your home or just a place to land?

Did we have roots or only shifting sand?

We laughed, we built, we shared our daily days

Tell me those moments weren’t just a phase.

Distance shakes me deeper than I show,

My nervous system screams what you don’t know.

When space appears, my body feels the loss,

Like love is gone and I’m the only cost.

I’m angry, yes but missing you the same,

Two truths that burn inside this one flame.

I want what’s gone, I want what can’t be had,

Now I sit here sorting good from bad.

When I fall in love, I lose my sense,

The world grows quiet, my focus turns immense..

I focus in so fully I forget

Then I'm all in my final bet.

I give too much, then they decide to leave,

I stay behind to clean what they relieve.

Still, I’m changing parts that failed me then,

Cutting loose what no longer serves what's been.

Take all of me or let me truly go,

But don’t leave me in a burning slow.

I’m tired of waiting at the in-between,

Of wondering what all your silence really does mean.

I’ve been patient longer than my bones,

Ignored, unseen, unheard, alone.

Now even truth feels slippery and thin,

I question what’s outside and what’s within.

There’s rage in me but fear sits underneath,

And love that never found its relief.

I wanted more because I knew I could,

I just believed you’d meet me where I stood.

My chest is tight, my stomach’s tied in knots,

A lesson learned in places that I fought.

I knew the pattern, still I walked inside,

Fell again with nowhere left to hide.

You took me places I had never been,

Then let me drop and fail back into unseen

It hurts but maybe this was meant to just be,

If I could stay consistent, calm, and me.

So hear this now, no masks, no borrowed tone:

I wasn’t fake in anything I’d shown.

I was real, I stayed, I didn’t flee

I loved you hard, honestly, completely.

If that’s not enough, let it finally end,

But don’t erase the truth we couldn’t bend.

I’ll carry forward, wiser than before,

But know this i was real. Nothing less. Nothing more.

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