Poetry Blog by ella m
All that I can do
Is sit slack jawed
And picture you,
A vision of kindness
Nurturing us with
Clay soaked hands
I lost a constant reference,
A personification of grace
When I lost you
Now a hazy memory
I can only
Strive to complete and become
From clouded dreams
Of watching you be.
Wednesday 3rd October 2018 12:11 am
When the sordid moon drools luscious, raw light,
I am the slice of thunder.
Poisoning the placid night.
A feast of anxiety and malady.
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 6:41 pm
Been turning myself to blue and green,
Trapping and locking myself in this fucking cage
And I can't, I cannot, I will not
Let you in here.
Nothing more can rely on me.
And i will spend my days putting stoicism and serenity on pedestals,
And I will be hopeless and choked
And my heart will be lurching
And it passed right by me,
But I realise now that no hand is so...
Tuesday 5th December 2017 1:32 am
everything burns when you're made of fire
energy intoxicates me
the happiness is electrifying
the jealousy is inebriating
desire like a drug.
depression consumes me
my limbs persevere in their shaking and the muscle in my soul rattles.
i fall in abyss like sleep.
i always float on my ocean of petrol
with anxiety i just hold the match.
the flame doesn't flicker.
Monday 28th November 2016 1:55 am