Éloa

  • idleness

      There’s a stillness in the air that only comes when nightfall descends   All the birds are burrowed in their nests wind whistling rustling their feathers   Soft waves of snores hit your ears   And when the rain hits cars flitter by cracking asphalt beneath the tires like pellets of the ocean  …

    Éloa

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  • Fragments of Polyxena

        you let that man control you   He burdened you with-   -you will never experience solitude

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  • oblivion

      Little girl, you poor little soul   How hard it must’ve been for you to go on not being loved not feeling cared for   You gave the twitch of your smile the apple of your eye you gave it all away   And what did you get in return

    Éloa

  • kaleidoscope

      It’s a shame that you don’t love me like I love you. A misfortune for me, it is, more than it is for you. I’ve chopped up my hair. Went two shades of blue and green, one crimson and grey, light petals of pink to detach myself from you. I have become broken down…

    Éloa

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  • freckled flowers

      There was a beauty mark on the edge of your lips it would dance as you talked   A slight swing to those hips that I wanted to trace with my tongue   You were made up of heady desire a lick of inducement   Conniving thorns wrapped up in your touch let me…

    Éloa

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  • love song- 1

      I’ve been thinking a lot on love that four letter word   so tranquil in its language so heavy on your tongue like chocolate covered rose petals   it seeps from that sky holds secrets of the universe   It tastes of mirth   love outpouring vitality into euphoria

    Éloa

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  • Anathasia

      There were clumps of sunlight clogged into your bedsheets. I remember when I first laid there. Stars atop your ceiling, and your heady laughter flittering through the sheets, licking its way into my lungs. I thought, perhaps this could be athanasia. You had the poise; with your all-to-knowing eyes- Zeus’s irises. You sat perched…

    Éloa

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  • All Hallows’ Eve

      All the witches and crows are gathering do you smell that brew the hint of moonlight terror and spice   I look into the flames licking red and orange and let it consume me

    Éloa

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        What a merry little time   Children scuttling along sidewalks with their eyes shinning kicking leaves and smiling sweet things wearing clothes in disguise   What luck I have to not have to costume my eyes   A pious soul I am for all hallows eve I do not fall ill to the…

    Éloa

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  • la fille aux cheveux de lin

      The girl with the flaxen hair I will rave about you from dusk til dawn   Bronzed and blinding the suns rays itch to be splayed upon you   I have never seen that ball as luminous as it is until he spots you

    Éloa

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  • Poseidon’s Chair

        I have been a prisoner   A hostage making up eighty eight estates   I am well aware of my state   How you’ve chained me to this empyrean made a mockery of my fate   You are a fickle god   I don’t know if I would even call you one my…

    Éloa

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  • House of The Sirens

      The sirens are calling they are ringing and screeching piling on noises as they claw away at my soul   I had not a day of peace they tormented me with beguiling chants lullabies meant to frazzle me   It sent me on a haywire I could not sleep without hearing them feeling them…

    Éloa

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  • Ode to Autumn

      These leaves come down as if it’s snowing out here   I watch as the wind kisses those branches makes those fronds frolic with the pavement   They make up a kaleidoscope of reds and oranges purples and yellows they ring stardust upon my cheeks   And when it rains here it showers heaven…

    Éloa

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  • crimson blues

        Fate is a fickle god with her winding claws unruly tresses feeding off of your violations while lodging spoonfuls of terror right down your throat   You see she doesn’t care for the unequivocal she’d much rather shred you down- force you to grovel for your wavering   She has a cruel heart…

    Éloa

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  • The Rise of Éloa

        I could have loved you through hell when that high water sprayed you crimson and black   an open canvas for your panegyrical eyes fiendish smile   Those hands turned me delirious into something wicked a wretched string of malus tied flush around your body   I could make you crave that sin

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