The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
EMILY KURCThe future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
EMILY KURCEven the places we used to visit in this empty town feel lyrical. My heart can’t help but sing along even now, but I’m tired.
EMILY KURCEach time I fall back in love with myself, I leave my pen and paper behind. It isn’t personal, or maybe it is. I just a always thought that poetry was for the hurting.
EMILY KURCI like to think of myself as the sun, but it gets really lonely all the way out here especially when everything I try to touch burns.
EMILY KURCThere was a time when I loved you too much that it made me feel the darkest shades of blue. It’s been years now, but I’m seeing life in other colors again.
EMILY KURCI thought time would heal my broken heart, but its been forever since I fell in love and I’m scared that you took pieces of me that can’t be replaced.
EMILY KURCDo ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?
EMILY KURCThere were still embers scattered around me from the bridges I have burned. I wonder if they can feel it too. The space between us lingering like a scarlet letter, I’m learning how to love again.
EMILY KURCOccasionally, the sun is eclipsed by the body of a weeping human. Her tears make the soil harden and crust like the top of a burnt load of bread.
EMILY KURCFaded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
EMILY KURCMy mother always told me that love is like a plant, but she never prepared me for the realization that too much love towards the wrong person can drown your heart until it rots.
EMILY KURCSoft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
EMILY KURCI no longer wear my heart on my sleeve. Instead, I keep this love folded up, like a tiny paper plane, until my heart is ready to soar again.
EMILY KURCThere was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
EMILY KURCI don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
EMILY KURCIn a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
EMILY KURC