During the weekend, I put out a call for writing collaborations to pass the time during what’s been a fairly wet and somewhat dreary time of year. I haven’t done too many collabs (although that’s something I really wanted to change). Fortunately, I know a few good writers not only here but through my Instagram page. One of my favorites, Emily Hayes (who goes by E.R. Hayes on her insta), was eager to join forces. We wound up writing three distinct pieces, and I was thrilled to write and discuss words feedback. Her bio is short but poignant, as she states I’m just a 17 year old trying to make a positive impact on the world through my writing. I always applaud fellow young writers who want to leave their mark through words, especially when they’re as talented as Emily. You can find more of her fantastic words here Emily Hayes. This piece is the first of a three part series.
(Emily)
I take the stairs two at a time
The library is desolate, the power is out
I reach for my bag and pull out my
flashlight
It flickers (my soul flickers back)
You flicker (I remember our past)
I run my fingers up and down the spines of
Worn books with frayed edges
These books and I, we’re one in the same
Gently used and loved, then tossed aside
To gather dust
I guess I’m not enough so I take up
Residence on the highest shelf
The flashlight dies, I flicker off
Time marches on, I carry on
Your love is gone, the light is gone
(And yet I know your flashlight flickered out
a long time ago)
(Me)
Some will win, some will lose
But your forget of me
Will never be news
The agony of peeling my skin back
Watching us dance to a new morning
Now a sky always storming
And bruises with so little oxygen
They’ve gone black
Blacked out, like the night you took my heart
Blotted me out of your story
Cast from your symphony, am I ever to play
The part of your lover, your friend
Come back to make our worlds peaceful again
These tears and I, we’re one in the same
Hidden behind the collusion of wit and will
Exploding into vibrant life when we’ve
Had our fill
I guess I’m not enough to fill your glass
So I’ll remain half-full
The tears come to an end, I take a bow
Time rushes on, I sink along
Your love is gone, my sorrow is not
(And yet I know you poured out what I left inside of you a long time ago)
OMG! You two are a wonderful poetic team! Please keep writing together! ☺💛
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Thanks again! 😁😁😁
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My pleasure! ☺
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Amazing teamwork. A outstanding poem.
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Thanks 🙂
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You are welcome Devereaux. I always enjoy your work.
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Great job working together! I like it!
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😁 thanks
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