it isnt just a dream anymore |
i can taste you, down to your ragged bones when you pull me by my hair and steal my breath and hold it there between our lips. we lock, we kiss.it feels too short to be endless,when im wanting more. m...
Posted by eLyaH on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 08:58:00 PST |
Raping Mona Lisa |
You are art,in all the right forms.Unfinished, unpolished.Limitless. Scatteredamong un.feelinghands dried up bythe creatures of stonebeneath leaking ceilings.You are art,hiking your skirt up for the ...
Posted by eLyaH on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 10:28:00 PST |
pen-pushed randomness |
the walls were spinning crazylike a disgorging disco ball.chromatismic hocus pocus.a bogus kind of dance.the ceiling became fresh laceration, bleedingthe chance to fall.think, think, Think.there&rsquo...
Posted by eLyaH on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 09:21:00 PST |
we, the stars. |
we were hopeless.
for a while we borrowed the stars
i put you on a pedestal,
you were my world,
i, your sky.
i held your hand tight,
never thought of letting go.
you said you're done,
one too many t...
Posted by eLyaH on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 07:48:00 PST |
Sleeping upon roses |
i am treading so lighltyupon your heart as you breathe in sleeplike a starcrossed phoenix.only in my heart.in my heart.there are thornsin my heart.my arms folded like my smile.holding my breathfor the...
Posted by eLyaH on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 08:57:00 PST |
your fingertips (for them damned poets!) |
on your tongue,abundant meaningsof this and thatand more to comeof what is but a dot to me, the ordinary,a shell to me is a shellthat broke beneath my shoe. to you,to you it is the worldshattering, a ...
Posted by eLyaH on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 08:56:00 PST |
memoirs of a window |
Silently I sit.
Heedfully I watch your subtle movements.
Rose lawn flamingos stretched across rain drops fallen from morbid eye lids.
Shades of grey sketched beneath sublimely painted smiles weepin...
Posted by eLyaH on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:51:00 PST |
unsober |
It's inevitable.I don't know what it is.Writing. writing.Goin nowhere.i am drunk and i want more.scribbles, scribbleseverywhere.i can see, yes,i still can see.though i see nothing.still awake,not supp...
Posted by eLyaH on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:36:00 PST |
Verbal Acupuncture |
standing in the rain
absorbing the syllabic drops
on my twisted tongue
the grandeur of passivity.
being detached from the
allurement of the world
and its artifice.
a blink at the tapestry.
i open my ...
Posted by eLyaH on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:35:00 PST |
Oath |
i wish it would rain outside
so i could take your hand and
stand you beside me while we feel
the cold autumn rain wash away
the inhibitions crawling beneath
our skulls like meaningless sighs
caught i...
Posted by eLyaH on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 08:43:00 PST |
