Éloa

musing

  • White in Green

        Dirty petals- they eat up this sidewalk drowning off white- those colors blending with cement It sickens me

    Éloa

  • witches prison

        You are indecisive with your rugged claws Too cunning to coddle   You bare your fangs at me waiting with bated breaths emerald eyes a tad bit of silver cutting through your coat   You wait until that sphere finally reveals itself   Paper thin trails leading back back back to you Your…

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  • sunflower fields

        There was a sunflower field at my great grandparents old house. I remember those stalks rose high in the sky, so much taller than me, they crowded above me like pillars; rooting me to the spot. I always admired it from afar, but I never stepped foot in that field, as if it…

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  • The Suns Rival

        you remind me of something daring red hot blazing your rays full of wonder You could relieve the sun from its post

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  • glistening eyes

        The air is glittering I can see it well shimmering and thrumming thrumming just like this heart of mine

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  • bed of blues

        Red blossoms on a bed of blue branches singeing skylines it becomes so silent out here out in this sea of moss cicadas quiet down as if they finally found their mate when will I- when will it be my time to feel that peace

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  • rewritten

        Peach rises along that frame dewey drops speckled on your skin I’ve written such verses hundreds of times yet the words still do not- Why don’t they come out right

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  • painting verses

          I am thinking of you as I type these little words out, sculpting them finely in order to perfectly grasp your essence. With your sun kissed skin and wicked eyes, devilish smile; two tiny flicks to peel layers off of my wings. That white was too haggard for me anyways- it doesn’t…

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  • ripened moons

        You come alive when the moon has ripened towering up on four paws chasing that mountain of blue Yellow eyes set out on budded pastures Rugged claws begging- pleading– for that freedom I can see it in you that crave the desire You wish to be let go to not belong and I…

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  • linked

        I am starting to count one dot two dots pressed against your skin they connect with the dimples in your cheeks like you are to me

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  • chasing spaces

      I still count those hours as if time is running away from me    

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  • -musings

    You were never mine, so I wonder why I miss you so. I miss you like you were apart of me, like my soul can’t bare to go on without you.

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  • thorns

        You are cascading off of a flowers husk branded and beautiful you are yet blinded, blinding, your roots binding me against petals until I am suffocating drowning in a sea of daisies      

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  • consume

        White hot ash blinds me rendering my soul enslaving me to this earth

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  • molding stars

      You have a band of stars entwined around your throat latching and spewing cold balls of matter   If you grasp it you said you’ll become the ice that lies in my veins   So touch it I did

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