“ I was born, slipping on a symphony of broken melancholy; created of pencils and crayons; i was not supposed to be… — Emily Sturgill Poetry Copy Share Image
“I hide myself behind, a cloud of smoke; the smoke screen varies, dependent on the variable. The variable consists of: stress, anguish,… — Emily Sturgill Metaphors Copy Share Image
“Poetry distracts me from going deeper over…the edge. it is rough and shiny like black diamonds.it dazzles,it enhances,your everything. Each moment,every memory,… — Emily Sturgill Copy Share Image
