The ability to hide

The ability to hide is _________.
The idea of needing to hide your emotions.
Hide what you are truly feeling.
To show no emotion.
To live and let live.
To make that idea stop.
To just stop.
Let it hang in midair.
To hide those words.
Those words you want to shout.
To tell the world.
But you can't.
But you don't.
Because you need to hide.
Hide what you are feeling.
Hide the information you know from an enemy.
To not let on.
Hide behind a chair barely breathing, knowing that one slip up and you could be killed.
Hide the feeling of sadness of losing a friend.
Hide.
Hide.
Hide.
Sometimes hiding becomes too much to bear.
And you can't hold it in any longer.
So you let it out.
And you become okay again.
Because you are no longer hiding.

Two Hearts

When dreaming isn't enough.
When the sound of your own beating heart isn't enough.
Isn't enough.
Isn't enough.
Isn't enough.
When you need that second heart.
Beating, right by your side.
In synch.
Never failing.
Never faulting.
You stop.
You think.
You hope.
You pray.
He'll look your way.
He'll hear your voice.
Coming from the shadows of your heart a voice appears.
In the darkness unseen.
There comes a response.
Sounding as if it too comes from the shadows of another heart.
And you find that dreaming really is enough.

typed December 23, 2010
Posted December 24, 2010
Emma Kessler

The Little Ones

The curves.
The sheer circular shape.
The bright, yellow petals.
The tall green stalk.
And if you look closely on the sphere,
you'll see all the little seeds, all the little parts.
The small things.
And if it weren't for these small things in the big circle
there would be no more.
No more beauty.
No more.
No more sunflowers.

Let me Go

You once said 'Let me go.'
My response was 'Let me stay.'
I can't decide which one was right.
Me? You? Or nobody?
I tried too hard.
Too hard to make you happy.
I was the elephant in the room.
The one everyone spoke about, but never to.
'Let me go.' I'd say at every party. Every social event.
I'd go home. No alcohol spotted breath.
Clean. Clean as a whistle. Or as clean as a used whistle can get.
'Let me stay.' You said that cloudy day in the park.
If people saw where I lived, saw my trash, they would think...
God only knows what they would think.
It wasn't my trash anyways.
It was yours.
But I don't blame you for wanting me to leave.
You didn't need an elephant. And I needed a mouse.
'Let me stay.'
'Let me go.'

Magic

i stared wide eyed.
big brown wide eyes.
listening.
soaking it in.
every.
single.
word.
when it's over
i beg
just like every night.
for another.
one more.
just one more.
and i win
just like i always do.
just like every night.
so my mommy takes another book from the shelf.
she opens it up and begins her magic.

Tomorrows

I dream of tomorrows, never todays.
I dream of a world full of peace in one day.
I dream of people so free and so fed.
A moment of silence to clear my head.
A place to where the wild things are.
Where they dance and they prance,
Where I go to their ball.
I dream of a place where Harry Potter exists.
And Twilight, and magic and flying broom sticks.
I dream that sugar plums dance in my head.
I dream up a place where all authors meet,
Drink tea, and discuss, they think and debate.
They all eat tea cookies, and sit for a while.
They smile and write, and as they do,
Their characters jump off the page,
and bow at their feet, and say 'hey! thank you!'
And the world is full of Romeo's and Juliet's and other tales of old.
And these people would talk in the way they were told 'pardon'
And 'thou' and 'how do you do?'
Like the cat in the hat and his thing one and thing too!
But there would be no more movies, because the world would change.
For better or worse? I would not complain.
But I dream of a simpler tomorrow you see,
I dream of a future of you and of me. And the world,
Living in peace, and in harmony, and there'd be no more wars.
No more lost parents, or children; or others with no clue.
And tomorrows are full of love, no more hate, and a simpler way of life, if thats what it takes.
To take back yesterday, hold on to today and breathe in, hope for, a better tomorrow.

- Emma Kessler
July 16, 2010

I am me, but who are you?

I am me, I am quite sure. But who may I ask are you?
Are you a clue, or are you blue or are you just a dream?
Are you a Kelly, a Sally, a Susie, or are you in between?
Are you a watchmaker, a candlestick painter or have you flown the coup?
Are you a lost soul, a new soul or a soul born anew?
Can you help me?
Can you help you?
Or maybe I can help you.

By: Emma Kessler
June 8, 2010

What is a Friend?

What is a friend?
Who is a friend?
Someone who will listen.
Someone who will comfort and even make you glisten.
Just a like a diamond, they're one in a million and very hard to come by.
But a good friend is true.
True through, and through and always will stand by your side.

By Emma Kessler
June 8, 2010

Just a girl

I'm just a girl.
I'm just a girl, with a dream inside of me.
It grows bigger. It grows stronger waiting for a key.
To open the door. To unlock the lock, to come and set me free.
But now I am tied in the place in the sky, hoping on a dream.

Written by Emma Kessler
June 8, 2010

Who owns the sky?

Who owns the sky?
Who tells it to turn blue by day and inky black by night?
Who turns on the stars and turns out the light?
Who rotates the earth around, around to change from night to day?
Who carries the sun each day away?
How can I see them?
How can I know?
To tell them make it day?
Just a little bit longer, a little bit lighter, for me to play away.

Written by Emma Kessler
June 8, 2010

Strength

It takes strength to cry.

To let your tear ducts go on overload.

To be sad.

It takes strength.

It takes strength to cry.

It takes a certain weakness to hold it together.

To hold it all in until you get a headache.

It takes strength to cry.

Written: May 7, 2010

I am Jane Austen

I am the Mystery.

I am Persuasion.

I am a Lady.

I am Susan.

I am Emma

I am Alice.

I am the Three Sisters.

I am the Visit.

I am Edgar.

I am Jack.

I am the Watsons.

I am Northhanger Abbey.

I am sense.

I am the Poems.

I am a Memoir of Mr. Clifford.

I am an Ode to a Pity.

I am the Sensibility

I am the Prayers.

I am the Prejudice.

I am the Letters.

I am the Pride.

I am Jane.

Written: May 18, 2010

Army of One

It takes an army to destroy an army.

It takes one to make a change.

To stand up for whats right.

Even when your standing alone.

To tell your peers the difference between right and wrong.

To change minds.

To settle problems.

It takes one to make a change but an army of people can follow.

Written: May 18, 2010 by Emma Kessler