Graced out |
Just to let anyone who reads this blog my new site 'Graced out' is where all my recent blogs are. You can find it on my top friends.
Love xxx Posted by Ele on Tue, 13 May 2008 02:29:00 PST |
His voice I swallow |
Listening over and over
I close my eyes to the sound of you
Because I hear better like this
You're inside me
You can't get out
Caught in my rib cage
Constricting my breath
Gutting my unholy-ness- yes
... Posted by Ele on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 09:43:00 PST |
letting go of loss |
Loss has answers
Letting go is not the same
as
Having your heart torn out
.
Can you feel me now?
While
I
Lift your hand from off my thigh
And wipe my tears on your coat
&... Posted by Ele on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 01:44:00 PST |
Escape |
..:
Fell out of grace again
Angel face drawn on
Until the sun comes up- splashing light straight through me
Transparently vanity owns me
This is not freedom
He showed me the door,
Not like t... Posted by Ele on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 08:37:00 PST |
Ignorance and judgement |
If you think this poem is about you-- remember- I dont know you, you didn't let me, so how can it be?
This is not a debt to repay
I'm not chasing vengeance
For your ignorance
Or anythin... Posted by Ele on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 07:46:00 PST |
Check out this video: Not a love poem |
Check out this video: Not a love poem
..Add to My Profile | More Videos... Posted by Ele on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 07:19:00 PST |
Knowing me knowing yourself |
What else are you going to do?
There is no room in the closet
For another secret
Save yourself for me
Let me love you
Gently
My compassion compels me
To wait
At watching distance I sens... Posted by Ele on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 01:17:00 PST |
Inch by inch its a sinch, yard by yard its fckin ard! |
I can walk alone
Crowded cobles contain me
I am my home
I retreat from the confused
charity of used up lovers
I can walk alone
If you need to witness me rise
Watch real... Posted by Ele on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 10:36:00 PST |
poems to slit your wrists to |
I was life
Its pulse was
the breath that I received
but- it grieved for me
Before I knew I'd died
I read my obituary in the weekly rag
I thought I was alive
It went on and on about the
inco... Posted by Ele on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 01:45:00 PST |
frustration |
Too frustrated to see it clear
Options limits
Doors without handles
A weak grip
Crumbly keys turning dust
And a labyrinth of chambers
This is a complex heart
A tight turn under failin... Posted by Ele on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 05:06:00 PST |