Emily Viggiani

Joined September 2023

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My third eye is open. I have a white aura. I see things sometimes (I can see angels and demons).

I write poems because I feel my feelings very deeply.

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Let Me Hold You
Let me hold you. Let me wipe away your tears. Let me take the pain away. You have been so wounded, and I only want to heal you.
By Emily Viggianiabout a year ago in Poets
Panic. Content Warning.
Every time my heart pulsates, so quickly, It feels like the anxious thoughts prick at my chest. I become paralyzed in fear,
By Emily Viggianiabout a year ago in Poets
Walks on the Beach
The morning after the first time I stayed with you, We walked along the boardwalk of the beach. The grey skies of March hung over us.
By Emily Viggianiabout a year ago in Poets
Grey. Content Warning.
Year 1957. London, England. The streets of London are consumed with grey smog. Grey smoke fills the air. London Bridge is grey,
By Emily Viggianiabout a year ago in Poets
Your Hands
When we first met, we walked into a bookshop together. I showed you a poem by Pablo Neruda called Your Hands. You told me when we met, that you know if someone is right for you by how the touch of their hands feel.
By Emily Viggianiabout a year ago in Poets
Woodbine Beach. Content Warning.
I love this view of the beach. The horizon is where the earth meets The Heavens and The Underworld. I have been on this bench with you before.
By Emily Viggianiabout a year ago in Poets
Everlasting
Bubbles blowing in the wind, Drifting away like a childhood dream, As if they may have never been there. A balloon filled with helium in a child's hand,
By Emily Viggiani2 years ago in Poets
Hades & Persephone
Hades is chained to the Underworld, Never emerging from the darkness. One day, he must have wondered what was there in the sunlight,
By Emily Viggiani2 years ago in Poets
Suffocating
My haunting pasts grips around my throat, and I gasp for any breath I can get. By now, I am too weak to fight off those gnarled hands from around my neck.
By Emily Viggiani2 years ago in Poets
Your Guide
They saw your kindness as an infinite resource, An endlessly flowing and everlasting river. They left you so depleted, feeling so low.
By Emily Viggiani2 years ago in Poets
On the Shore
Shall I compare you to the rocky shore? You are my safe harbour from the cold night. I thought I would never find land before.
By Emily Viggiani2 years ago in Poets
King of Ithaca
They told me to forget. They told me to find someone new. I am pretending to wait for another suitor, But I know that it cannot be.
By Emily Viggiani2 years ago in Poets

Emily Viggiani

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Let Me Hold You

Panic. Content Warning.

Walks on the Beach

Grey. Content Warning.

Your Hands

Woodbine Beach. Content Warning.

Everlasting

Hades & Persephone

Suffocating

Your Guide

On the Shore

King of Ithaca

Stories (12)