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» Posted By ele On 07.15.2010 @ 7:56 am
trip me round this room,
laden with candles and old men’s capers,
the drift of something a hundred year ago
has seeped into your hair,
has seeped into your clothes
clutch me within your parameter
counteract the worlds rotation
and the clock’s hands
but just dont trip me.
» Posted By ele On 04.28.2009 @ 12:41 pm
i balance tenatively,
mountains and glaciers form before me,
the world is scupted for this,
some every lasting hand pointing out cracks and crevasses.
the fear, overwhelming,
there is no fence,
no safety guard.
compareable to the safe window’s view,
only by imcomparability.
but this way i’m not
bound by glass
just by air
» Posted By ele On 05.11.2009 @ 11:03 am
step back a second and just blank the whole world from your mind, from your universe.
sometimes the sun doesn’t shine with the right wavelengths
sometimes it’s time to crack open your chroloplasts to see whats happening,
to let the snow drift and freeze with wstches
in order to
in order to
see more clearly.
in order to
» Posted By ele On 11.27.2008 @ 1:32 pm
your clothes, or hair
or just change a single thing,
one unnoticable item about your person
just to say you’ve done something,
to make this a new year,
to make this a new start,
to show them
to show him
you’re newer than ever,
your over the old hurdles,
you’ve shut all the doors and windows,
a new draft excluder,
but you still feel.
» Posted By ele On 01.22.2009 @ 1:29 pm
the remainder of you,
the dust you shed or collected,
the condensation you created.
Like a brush of sand or an autumnal leaf
» Posted By ele On 04.03.2009 @ 7:26 am
Check it out, I’m not sure what to write because I am using this site for the first time. It seems interesting so I wanted to check it out but at the same time I’m tired and should go to sleep I have an 8:30 class. That will be brutal
» Posted By Ele On 09.23.2009 @ 9:46 pm
cigarettes are bad. very bad in fact. they are full of all kinds of toxins and poisons and if tobacco would have been discovered nowadays it never would have been legalized.
however, millions of people still smoke and still die of because of it.
And I cant stop.
» Posted By Ele On 09.02.2009 @ 9:15 am
kept. a trap. dont get in.dog. bird. resentment hold. name. bears should be in cages. people been held back. unhuman unnatural.
» Posted By ele On 08.27.2009 @ 10:00 pm
bright even in the danger,
red even in the sun,
your colours only even bolder
and for some reason
even obstacle emphasises you
and every flaw upon your face
and the sad just
reinforces your happy
from your petiole to your petal
your stem to your stamen.
» Posted By ele On 04.21.2009 @ 11:02 am
take me to somewhere new,
your marroun jacket slung into my bag,
engraved with the coat of arms,
the body of my tavels inside.
Leave once more,
and then sit on the edge of trevi,
fling a silver reflection over one shoulder.
Everything is foreign,
nothing is familiar.
» Posted By ele On 04.17.2009 @ 5:53 am
or touched like a feather bustled by the wind,
we are pushed and pulled towards the tideline
hoping and hoofing our ground
a couple of words that mean nothing or everything can put you on the brink
and all you need
is the sun to shine
off a dusty building
to prove it’s not dusty anymore
(is it even a building?)
» Posted By ele On 11.07.2008 @ 2:14 am
and trust me.
a hand on an arm, an unexpected grip
a sudden topple through time to your degradation;
lost and alone.
a rabbit in headlights or highlights
stood under a lamplight as if it were a car.
» Posted By ele On 11.02.2008 @ 1:11 pm
imperative to stay still,
like a mountain in a frost we stay,
following the effortless horse gallo[ing by the fences,
gently we rest and put our heads on the heathen ground,
not one movement is a shudder or a stutter,
everything is fluid and
» Posted By ele On 10.29.2008 @ 12:07 pm
up and beyond your physical capacity.
we watch the screens in front and to the sides veiwing small worlds rotating,
as we sit, slutching on to the armrest for dear life.
hands are grasped and last words uttered.
your eyes are fluttering to the exits.
Fly up. Fly beyond.
but most of all.
» Posted By ele On 10.09.2008 @ 11:32 am
placed on my mantle for all to see
hard shaped mouth and tall body.
Just above the fireplace you stand,
not blacked by ash but coal anyway.
are you lonely?
With your overiszed trunk and swishing tail?
Ears the size of africa?
We’l find you a friend.
» Posted By ele On 08.24.2008 @ 6:35 am
silently putting forward a question,
placing the words gently upon your lips.
Standing with the moment on your shoulder blade,
the language of bodies and vocal chords
screaming for something.
Just one more touch, or moment.
» Posted By ele On 08.18.2008 @ 12:24 pm
im proud that i can generally write something.
its a bit touch and go reall.y
i used to be really good at this, i could write something poetic and it was nice.
well im proud that i could do that. but now im a bit stupid and all i can think of is a robin with his red chest out, like a proud little boy showing his bicycle cut to his friends.
so no. i have no insperation anymore :(
» Posted By ele On 09.15.2008 @ 1:38 pm
earth shattering, wall smattering sound and action
a plate or a glass in tiny peices, scattered across the floor,
a display of your anger or fustration or strength
that i just threw your heart away.
» Posted By ele On 09.06.2008 @ 5:39 am
underatted, so now overrated.
everywhere, in your bouquet, in your hair, secreded into your top button hole
like some symbol of something,
but now it is summer, and they are common like you or eye.
and are about as useful as sand.
» Posted By ele On 06.14.2008 @ 3:44 am
something of substance they’ll say.
as if we need smething real.
the emptiness and expanse of nothing has more than you or I
every molecule of ourselves becomes nothing,
more empty than the sky or sea
and the only things of substance or fibre are those intangible emotions.
the ones that have no substance.
the ones that are substance.
» Posted By ele On 06.08.2008 @ 11:31 am
one hundred times i speak to you.
you turn your head a hundred more.
the times, the changes.
The rolls of the mountian and the residue of the river, drifting away.
one hundred times i called your name.
but this is a hundred years later and i will never reply again.
» Posted By ele On 06.06.2008 @ 2:07 am
where we stand.
watching the boats come in,
drifting in to mine or yours like corks from the second bottle of wine left hanging around our heels.
Where the night fell down like a heavy cloak
Where the time passed like a roaring motorbike
Where we, the watchers, sat for hours,
absorbing the world
and the stars
and that second bottle of red wine that was left hanging around our heels.
and where i seemed to think you could be my harbor.
but the time kept ticking, the boats kept drifting and i was proved that if you hang on too long, even that second bottle of red wine rolls into the liqour sea.
» Posted By ele On 06.04.2008 @ 11:37 am
we are few and far between,
scattered aross the earths circumference
like seeds in spring.
rare and valuble like the empty coloured jewel on your necklace.
we are so few and so far between
we’re actually invaluble, like sand
» Posted By ele On 05.29.2008 @ 5:57 am
spilt us up.
empty us to the core.
tear away our souls and this intimate connection.
we are chalk and cheese
we are sand and grass.
the wind and the air.
the pressure that make you who you are.
and conquer us.
(i am yours for the taking)
» Posted By ele On 05.23.2008 @ 10:49 am
the final frontier or something simliar.
late up every night.
making you wish you life away.
physically no longer alive. due to this line. this full stop slightly elongated.
and unfortunatly. your life only begins when you are there
(try not to start again)
» Posted By ele On 05.22.2008 @ 3:33 am
it’s indefinable and indestructable but it’s certainly there.
like snow or dust or air.
I probably would like to see you, to touch you,
to have some sort of experience to do
that for once was indestrucable.
something that i would finally feel was ceratin.
» Posted By ele On 05.16.2008 @ 8:08 am
dont remember me for one second.
i’m just a dash on your computer screen,
i’m just a flicker on your television.
I’ll be the horse i the field whilst your sat on the train.
Dont remember me, numb your memory and your sensory.
grasp at something else for once
and just forget.
» Posted By ele On 07.03.2008 @ 8:40 am
blind to your senses.
the bottom of soul but outside in the “Real world”
nothing, no visibility so if your stood there,
waving some torn down flag for m ill never see.
I’ll stand here on the pontoon surrounded by whitness questioning heavens kindness missing you.
» Posted By ele On 06.30.2008 @ 10:53 am
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storm cloud of inspiration (partly perspiration)
fire in the sky, rain drops on your pillow.
preventative as we sit like statues upon your stone gargoyles,
hand tucked into hands. shoulders settle into shoulders
as we watch the rain dissapear into the sand.
» Posted By ele On 06.29.2008 @ 5:34 am