Éloa

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  • Éloa

    There’s beauty in the things untold; the things that you fear, can’t see.  Those minuscule possessions that one might find mundane, but you look at it as if it’s a temple. Housing pictures of burnished eyes, a mahogany casing that holds a cocoon of idolatry. That taste of piety something only the gods sing of, but it…

  • conversations

        How do you miss me while you’re sleeping? Is it in the way your breath catches, your soul aches; when darkness plunges your room? I bet it’s lonely over there darling. It must kill you to not have me. It rips me apart, makes it hard to breathe while I hear your voice…

  • bared luck

        You couldn’t have taken my love not since it was given to you so you chose to strip me down instead   You started with my eyes scratching them raw plucking skin between deft fingers   My lips were next down the line of my nose a Cupid’s bow that made Eros hurl…

  • I Fancied You’d Return….

        I thought– maybe if I don’t talk to you, then I won’t remember you.  The silence told me to erase you, burn you, throw out  every item I’ve owned that could remind me of you.  But all it did was make me think of you more.  I told myself– don’t go there, don’t…

  • Bottles of Lavender

      You are so soft and succulent so elegant in your shaping   When I think of you I think of dew drops and fallen snow   I dream of dancing peaches mahogany eyes brown speckled skin glittering of gold   You greet me with warmth apple pies on sunny days moon rays singing  …

  • from you, To Autumn

    It is autumn now   The last time we spoke was when the summer breeze was still kissing the trees   Now they are dying their brittle dances wherever you are   It is just lively here   Those twigs have grown producing lilac and crimson petals that eat the ground up   You would…

  • Serenading Orion

      I always find myself living as if I were you. How amazingly brilliant you are and you don’t even realize.   The gods angered in their hearts, that stone cold beating until it finally wore out; questioning if what powers they had amounted to yours.   The galaxies formed around you, and all I…

  • Requiem For The Muse

        You would have thought strings were attached to that body of yours The way they tried to control you   They trickle out words of affection conversations of companionship but what they want is intimacy   They want to dredge their talons in you deceive you because of your kind words   They…

  • Nullified Hearts

        I once shared a room next to you two   In that quaint little house that shared my hopes and dreams It held a younger and delighted me   I was so inexperienced but I believed true love existed   I was free floating on a cloud painted by imaginary love and fulfillment…

  • Pipe Dreams

        I was the byproduct of my environment   Polluted and disoriented   Rough concretes and twisted lead that make up cluttered saclike captivities that we burrow in   We call it home although it is just a house   There are no fond memories here   Only bullet paved windows and exhausted blinds…

  • Ripe / Problems

        I fell for you when the first drop of snow landed   I could have been a rose in a field of your tulips your bulbs encasing my thorns   But you made my petals burn obsidian   Your bell shaped words prickled my husks velveted it with your lies   It painted…

  • Thinly Veiled Ravens

          It smelled of metal and gunpowder   Spicy and toxic coupled with bloodshot eyes fingers twitching alight with anticipation   My body thrummed with the excitement that only comes when blood is shed   A timid strike is what broke me a gentle tapping rapping at my chamber door   Obscurity is…

  • The Nectar of Bees

      Crying has come easier for me now than it was before.   I would have hoped to feel nothing.   To stare up at my ceiling silently, something striking along those lines, but all I feel now is that loneliness seeping into my bones.   It welcomes me, much like one would embrace a…

  • Painting

      You said   Get up darling, what are you so afraid of?   Rejection?   That couldn’t hurt anymore than what he did to you   Go on darling, pick up that pencil show me your troubles   What makes you laugh? What makes your eyes crinkle up when you think no one else…

  • Palaver Sermons

        It couldn’t have been long   Maybe six months Eighty-seven thousand and sixty hours   Perhaps it was decades, darling   Everyday in your presence multiplied into eons Every moment aligned perfectly   So perfectly   I’m sure we were together in every single dimension every parallel universe constellation   The galaxy shifted…