Poetry Blog by Elle Shaine (2019)
There’s a great big Something sitting at my door,
it sits there and watches but no more.
Somethings are rare and don’t happen very much,
so of course I’m confused as to what to do with it.
As I look at the Something, it looks back at me
and shows me the wonderful things it could be.
It shows me what I could have done,
could have been,
could have bought,
could have see...
Sunday 28th July 2019 3:11 pm
The low hum of the washing machine
assaults my ears as I try to sleep.
The rustles and light snores coming from my sister
makes it even harder.
I have difficulty trying to sleep,
but now more than ever.
Too many demons to run from.
Too much darkness.
Too many imaginary ax murderers that could
jump through my window and kill me.
So I disappear for a while.
Monday 1st July 2019 6:47 pm
Take a step.
Where does it take you?
Where can it take you?
Where do you want to go?
How many steps does it take to get there?
It won’t be an easy journey,
For there are many twists and turns.
Forks in the road
And challenges you will face.
The brave don’t give up.
You are brave.
Remember that and take those steps to achieving your dreams.
But how do you know which path to ta...
Monday 24th June 2019 3:32 am
I am desparate to escape the cage in which I am imprisoned.
Every day, I scratch a mark on the wall to keep track of how many days had passed.
I've written my way out of this before,
but I don't think my words will save me this time.
The demons keep me in with their cold, clammy hands.
They put fear in my mind,
despair in my heart,
all to keep me in my jail.
I have sc...
Sunday 12th May 2019 5:53 pm
Swirls of stars
Flood the night sky
They pass through clouds on their way by
As they leap across space.
Over the sea,
as they make their way,
They watch over turtles coming ashore
And dolphins jumping over the waves.
They see the fish of the deep
And the fish in the shallows.
The sea slugs and the sea snails.
The anemones and the coral....
Friday 10th May 2019 9:50 pm
I’ve picked up the pieces
of my broken heart so many times
that my fingers have never healed
from the cuts.
They were destroyed by the jagged shards
of a broken heart.
My dream of writing becomes harder and harder
as again and again, my heart is broken
which makes my hands bleed
as I pick up the pieces
again and again.
I hold them close to my chest
as I go...
Saturday 4th May 2019 2:05 pm
When a person thinks of bravery,
their answers vary on what type of person you’re
Some may say that bravery is an act
Some say it’s courage.
Some say it’s doing what’s right,
even if everyone else will hate them for it.
Some tell you that bravery is to
be in the military.
Some tell you that bravery is being who you are,
even if soci...
Friday 1st March 2019 1:56 am
I stand on the hard, black dirt,
watching the thick fog swirl around me.
I hear the voices of my family and friends,
the meows of my grandma’s cat, long since dead,
and the barks of the dogs, most of which have passed on.
I watch the memories unfold,
seeing faces, some of which I haven’t seen in years.
I smile and laugh at some,
cry watching some,
and remember al...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 2:40 am
They tell me I’m too young.
Too young to know
about the horrors of the world.
to make decisions of my own.
to be thinking at the level I am.
to hear about politics.
to be worrying about the things I worry about.
They tell me I have an old soul.
They tell me I think like a 32 year old.
They tell me to stop wor...
Sunday 20th January 2019 11:18 pm