Éloa

me

  • playing with fire

        If I look at the sun too long will he blind me? patronize me?   Or will he blush?   I reckon that those rays would burn me alive make me feel alive

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  • breaking point

        it only rains when I’m feeling blue   that sky swallows me up whole and spits me out along with those drops

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  • molasses

        I can still taste you on my tongue   Thrilling drops of butterfly greetings right on the tip   You leave me bewitched impractically delirious compressed with fevers   I begin to melt

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  • seedless buds

      I have been so empty nothing but a vessel a kettle for the pot   Did I ever have you?   A pot calling the kettle, he called me- frosted receptacles I am nothing but dust   I never had you

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  • Deceitful Delight

      Do you know what it feels like to not be missed   I couldn’t even begin to trace the outlines of my sorrows   Those haphazard days   They were menacing my loneliness kept me in a freight   It shook me up made glee out of my grief   I miss that delight

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  • 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…

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  • Tangled Matter

      That vault was endless   An estuary of ravaged dust trickled matter   Painted properties that lined my sky   I want that shine

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  • docility

        I have chaos and bliss   I am a whirlwind a shell   I am controlled by time but I am timeless   Yet these shackles that are free on me make me crave obedience

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  • isadora

        I am frightened darling   these thoughts terrorize me   beguile me   they are absolutely menacing

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  • imprint

      I don’t think he ever knew what love meant. He could never even fathom it; taste it, touch it. That mundane little soul never knew what it was. Although, he could say it. I would watch him open his mouth, tears forming in my eyes at the beauty of that singular meaning on his…

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  • Ensnared in You

        You leave me breathless a mess   two sets of breathes   bounds totally boundless   You leave me perplexed

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  •     Can you taste the loneliness that seeps off of your tongue when you speak to me or do you ignore it   I muse that you don’t even have the faintest clue of what those words mean to you   They hurt me more than they coddle me they are tiny fickle little…

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  • A White, White Butterfly

        I dreamt of a butterfly once with white wings and a cheshire smile   It beckoned me with slow flaps   I could have saw each flutter   It laid atop my shoulder with knowing eyes a forlorn smile and she said to me   You wish to be free like I wish…

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  • Nothing

      I have been trying to write all day, but nothing has come to mind. My head has been surprisingly clear today. I try not to force it on these days. I’ve learned to just sit and listen to my thoughts, and if nothing comes up then so be it. Although I do enjoy sharing…

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  • Sunshine Blogger Award

      Ah, I don’t even know what to say, I’m truly speechless right now. Thank you so much Kenya for nominating me for this. It means the world to me, honestly I can’t even put into words how much I appreciate this, especially having only just started this blog at the beginning of the year. I didn’t…

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