Emily Dickerson

Joined November 2021

0 stories

Bio

Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3

Stories (140/0)

I Can’t See The Stars
Men get angry. Women get sad. It's about control. We've fought before, this won't be the end of the world. Help me respect, help me understand. Give me the grace to rise when I fall.
By Emily Dickerson3 days ago in Poets
Wildlings
Why would waterfalls wash 'way wars? Why would waiting wake wistful words? Why wouldn't westward wandering worry women? Why wouldn't warmongers' wolds whisk 'way wild willings?
By Emily Dickerson8 days ago in Poets
Sober
Drank once in college, Twice at home, And a fuzzy mind Is all I’ve known. Not just from wine, But all the time,
By Emily Dickersonabout a month ago in Poets
On Feeling Like Shredded Cheese
Oh, where do I begin? How do I start again? Rewrite it all in my head Open another Tab Back to the drawing board Or back to Frankenstein’s lab?
By Emily Dickerson2 months ago in Poets
Solidarity
These rings deserve the honor of crowns Symbols of solidarity through the ups and downs The King and Queen of earthly Heavenly reign
By Emily Dickerson3 months ago in Poets
Dizzy Doe
Dizzy Interrupted cycle High spirits above me soar Willing Washed dishes To wash upon the shore Buzzing Stomach rumbling
By Emily Dickerson6 months ago in Poets
Hail to the Window, the Tree, the Sun!
The cold interior of my lifeless house Is warmed by the Son The trees intercept the strongest rays Before the day has begun
By Emily Dickerson7 months ago in Poets
No Pennies For a Pint
Feed me a penny Deposit into me Instead of the one million and three Other people you could be Take a chance, pretty please
By Emily Dickerson8 months ago in Poets
Avocados and Mangos
I wonder how things might be If I hadn’t gone away Could I have stopped anyone From going astray? No, I doubt I have that kind of control
By Emily Dickerson8 months ago in Poets
Respect for the Dead
Step outside your selfish head Show some respect for the dead Not for the lewd, funny, or crass Offer up a high, solemn mass
By Emily Dickerson8 months ago in Poets
Attention Whiners and Complainers
Attention Whiners and Complainers: I must make it known that, while I seem to be some kind of alien from another planet for even considering this idea, the unpopular opinion that I am about to share is a necessary truth that has too long been ignored, left to rot in the attic. Too long has it been stuffed away, buried under years of dust, discarded newspapers, and old love letters with faded tear stains from the few times they were encountered unexpectedly and lamented over because their words no longer seem to ring true for disillusioned married women who range from miserable to somewhat-satisfied in their relationships.
By Emily Dickerson8 months ago in Humans
The Work Will Never End
I hate getting my hands dirty And having to wash them off Over and over again I can’t stand the sensation Of dirt under my fingernails
By Emily Dickerson9 months ago in Poets

Emily Dickerson

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I Can’t See The Stars

Wildlings

Sober

On Feeling Like Shredded Cheese

Solidarity

Dizzy Doe

Hail to the Window, the Tree, the Sun!

No Pennies For a Pint

Avocados and Mangos

Respect for the Dead

Attention Whiners and Complainers

The Work Will Never End

Stories (140/0)