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Where all the extra thoughts go

I observe all things around me

I analyze and write what I see,

extra trimmings which remain unwritten

freely spill over into a dream.

They all seem to come together

to create something shockingly new,

My mind never achieves conception

of what is made up and what is true.

In this world I’ve come to know

often the only one I can honestly trust,

takes the leftover thoughts of my day

and transforms them into lust.

This is where I can truly be me

no pressure of love and fear,

for the second my eyes do open

the evidence will disappear.

The sadness will come when I awake

when I realize for now it is gone,

I just need to try and remind myself

awaiting tonights advent won’t be long…




Posted by on January 20, 2018 in My day, poetry, writing


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Keyboard Tough Guys

Foolish simple men acting fearless behind their keyboards,

spewing hate from their guts towards anyone they can.

Displaying their intellect using an array of four letter words,

might as well have a bio pic wearing the hood of the Klan.


Their anger inside leaks out profusely as they assault,

silly and pathetic, and really makes you think.

That somehow, in some way, it is not quite their fault,

compensating for where they come up short… wink, wink.


…… I have to admit, I let someones words get to me today.  For no real rational reason I was physically threatened by someone here on WordPress.  I commented on a post thinking I was being supportive as I often do… as we all do, and all I can honestly think is he may have taken it the wrong way? (but I really can’t see how)      I now feel sorry that people need to act like that to prove something.  I will honestly admit that there was a long stretch in my life where I was that man (boy).  So I also feel that I can say from experience that, it is a major insecurity issue mixed with immaturity.  I hope nobody has to deal with this guy as he is every bit of the word, nasty ( to say the least)  I felt that this website was a great place for sharing and for artistic expression that truly doesn’t have a place for that behavior.  I’m just trying to keep my chin up and push through and hope that it was just a fluke situation that I can put it in the past.  I am more upset that I let it drag me down for most of my day.  In a sense he won.   I hope nobody here, ever lets someones words hurt you or puts a hiccup in your inspiration to create.   Take care and happy writing.



© 2017 Joseph Emerson



Posted by on December 9, 2017 in My day, poetry, writing


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Raise up your glass


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If you may listen to my words, as we raise up our glass,

cause’ this time that we share, will surely pass.

Be cognizant of the times, whether they’re good or bad,

but don’t dwell on times, that you wish you had.

Don’t hang on to past love, for it wasn’t as it seemed,

just as foolishly useless, as falling asleep in a dream.

You won’t experience joy, when you’re stuck in your head,

like a beautiful dancer, who never left her bed.

Get out and live, never hold back on, and never flee,

from the life that you dream of, let go and just be…



© 2017 Joseph Emerson



Posted by on December 8, 2017 in Inspiration, love, poetry


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Fear and depression inhumanely barge in,

divulging their distaste for order.

Tearing down the heavy clad walls,

for they’re captivated by no boarder.


The feeble wailing cries are heard aloud,

as the shaky Warden begs and pleas.

His guards once notably stouthearted men,

 foolishly grovel down to their knees.



© 2017 Joseph Emerson



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Posted by on December 7, 2017 in Mental Health, poetry, writing


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The Lone Fisherman 1.1 (Read Part 1.0 first) – The Family Manager


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Part 1.0 of this story can be found HERE

“It’s time to get up.” She casually whispers, as she sneaks a peek into his darkened room, only slightly illuminated by the standby LED lights on his custom built gaming computer, standing upright in the corner.  He detectably rouses just enough to murmur, “mm hmm” then returns back to a profound sleep.  “Bird! I’m not kidding, you’re gonna miss the bus and I’m not driving you this morning” she now yells from the kitchen while pressing the on switch on the back of the Keurig coffee maker.  The youngest of four boys embarks on his journey to the bathroom, mumbling some gibberish under his breath, portraying as if it’s his mother’s fault that the bus route, and the townships high school schedule impede on his much needed rest, undoubtedly after pecking away at his keyboard into the wee hours of morning.  “Chocolate milk and vitamin are on the counter” she discloses as she pushes up on tip-toes to place a kiss on his cheek before retiring back to her room to get ready for work.  The clanging of the garage door openers spring sounds for the second time this morning, however this time is not pursued by the thud of the door closing.  After the families manager vacates the home, pressing the garage door closer for the last time this morning, the house falls peacefully inaudible once again.



© 2017 Joseph Emerson


Posted by on December 3, 2017 in The Lone Fisherman Story, writing


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Keep the bow into the wind


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Keeping yourself on the straight path.

Retaining your primary course.

Periodically you have to go off route a smidgen if the seas get a bit turbulent.  Now there is often risk in going head on into the waves, likewise it may be just as menacing if you are going with them.  In addition, you never know when a rogue wave is going to come and try to bump you off track.  Just when you think everything is working as it should, BAM! Out of nowhere you’ve taken on too much water, to where the bilge pumps can in no way keep up with the rush.

All you can do is formulate a plan for the worst, but not so much as to shield yourself in fear of the unknowns of life.

Keep your head up in confidence and always keep your bow pointed into the wind.



© 2017 Joseph Emerson


Posted by on November 26, 2017 in Inspiration


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How to get through my day

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Posted by on November 16, 2017 in My day, poetry


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