Éloa

musing

  • bits of glass

    kaleidoscope eyes wicked pupils you daze me so

    Éloa

  • up here, I’m drowning

      My dear, I’ve warned you about flying too high, but you never listen to me, much too enamored with my rays. They will burn you. They will be your demise someday. This matter eats me alive, out here where there’s no air. When I look to you, see the wax that’s covering your wings,…

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  • drowning

        I like the way you sound when you’re beating down atop my hooded head   Hollowed out noise making up an orchestra   But I like it better when those drops lift my chin up   When icy winds carrying me you make me drown

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  • Orion, my muse

      I finally found you after weeks of hiding you shone so brightly almost as if you missed me too

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  • rewind

        What did I do what have I done I replay in my head every minute every motion I had that could’ve fueled this to happen I count the seconds in your eyes trying to figure out which thing you’ll say now to lie to me about How about the you’re the only one…

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  • falling

        Pink blush settles on my sun melting roses on the rise if only I could be one of those fallen petals

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  • stuttered reflections

        I do it just to feel something just to feel some type some type of pain but the words go through me they bleed through me you would have that I was made up of cellophane

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  • melted embrace

      You look pretty when you’re melting away limbs shaking, bark twisted in saliva dripping down like icicles three petals and four thick pillars caging me in you are my prison my haven lips locked, flurried kisses spread upon my breast Down below my chest until I am molten, hazardous lava you leave me as…

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  • snowflakes

        You are painted alabaster your tendrils reach down webbed like spiders and they ensnare me

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  • noir conversations

      Black pavement colors the threads of my soles   One step or two the rain showers above me and I eat up this concrete

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  • Yellow

        I often think about many things. My mind is always in a constant rage of thoughts, particular feelings, spoon fed poetry that keeps me awake at night. Last night I dream up sunflowers, I fancied the idea that their petals plucked gold, they struck plasma casting leaflets onto my husks. Yellow smiled back…

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  • septenary

      She badgered me with peach stricken kisses crimson curls of her tongue   Smothering me until I was blue and weeping and writhing with lilac freckles blotching my skin   Seven to be exact   Seven hours until she strikes cardinal sins She counts down using me as the bomb

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  • musings-

        I get the feeling that I haven’t been putting as much passion into my work as I used to. It’s almost a struggle for me to figure out what to write now. Maybe it’s because I write so often? Sometimes I feel as if I try too hard to write about something or the…

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  • stoicism

        There was nothing there in the first place; no you or I I hardly even knew myself- I could have pointed you out before me. I wonder if you feel that too. I see you are doing things to remind yourself of me, does it feel the same? Does it seem like I…

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  • 18th

        All of those days blended together until I couldn’t even tell what was right from left. I can always feel it, that shift in the air. The heavens would bare its weight down, crumble me. I couldn’t remember anything, not even the shape of your face when I heard. All I could remember…

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