SELF SANCTUARY 

Trigger warning: (writing and visuals) - Difficult relationships, self harm, and violence. Disclaimer: I do not condone violence as a resolution for justice/problem solving. I do not condone self-harm. This is a single, fictional take based on some reality/feelings of desperation. Do not hurt yourself or others. For the purpose of this display, I wanted to tap into a boom of rage and final response of closeted desire for freedom- it was that or self destruction through oppre

Earth. School. Test. By Emma Snyder Is the mind not a cage? Contained and confined though Evermore it grows and expands How can such contents drastically differ? From yours to mine Makes the heart differ The soul differ Must be fed With what is key With whom is lock With what you seek and have sought The energy manifestation From eyes and ears To lips and tongue To hands and feet To internal messages To external messengers A portaled mirror Inhabitants except They’re al

White Picket Stake By Emma Snyder Owning my own home felt so far away. So, I bought a singular white picket stake. It was what I could...

Today, I by Emma S. Today, I Breathed. Opened up my eyes. Took a refreshing sip of water. Kissed my cat on his little head. Held my...

Life at First Sight By Emma S. If I opened my eyes for the first time and left the darkness and blindness behind, I would climb to elevation and take a look around. Notice every spring, animal, flower, and sound. Low vibrations cannot reach me here. There is no worry, doubt, or fear. The clouds are weightless, reminding me to be free. I would see so many colors, all stemming from just three. Dozens of shades varying from just tree to tree. I would admire its uniqueness, jus

She's Fire by Emma S. Fire. There’s fire in her eyes. Hell-fire rains down from the skies. She’s done being told what to do. No more...