Poetry Blog by Ellie22
Friday 10th November 2017 9:37 pm
Monday 23rd October 2017 9:48 pm
I wear odd, ill-fitting clothes
which means it's not really me who
they are meeting today-
and these people smile though they don't own me
these people nod though they don't know me
so I offer them a breath of me
I offer a breath
but when I get home
my hair will fall loose
and catch scents
shielding me, protecting me
from people who never wanted
more than a breath
Saturday 21st October 2017 9:25 pm
We celebrate in expensive borrowed clothing
champagne in plastic glasses.
I'm not ready
it took enough coming here
enough leaving one life
now they expect me to create a new one?
before the next one
and the side project that doesn't work out
and the next one
when my name will come after some title
and I am as defined
as cracks on the ground.
Monday 22nd May 2017 11:52 pm
Before there was the expensive cot, there was the expensive jewelley
unwanted, the wrong shape, not good enough to be photographed
the tiredness from him
the no longer subtle sigh from her
I get two filtered seconds of your life on a camera
and I wonder about the seconds in between
and- if I look carefully- I see you fall through
like a sieve
giving me drops
instead of oceans
Saturday 20th May 2017 8:53 pm
You have stained my skin
A place so tough, so unbelievable.
So giving, yet so unashamedly selfish
mass panic to see scrap book cut-outs
leaflets thrust as a recorded message spill out of desperate mouths
ice cold water, ice cold water, three dollars, people!
I am reminded of places that I have known to exist
and yet the sky is bruised- so are the people
from films and TV...
Sunday 14th May 2017 7:35 pm
She chose to cry in the Time and Space exhibition,
it was on the top floor and she felt proud to have kept it together
through the four stages below
Since time is measured by motion in space, there was no time without moving cosmos.
She had taken her hand in the planterium
as though it were a rehearsel. The narration, the unknown facts
Due to tidal friction from the sun...
Friday 12th May 2017 9:18 pm
Thursday 11th May 2017 11:56 pm
It is said to be sturdy
Guaranteed never to break
the shop owner used to call her
Loretta played ballads
nothing faster than Elvis
and strictly no amps
The kid turned down the offer
of a new set of strings
he likes the feel of the broken ones
like war scars
Wednesday 10th May 2017 9:28 pm
I went to see a therapist
she said not to call her that
she was more of an observer
she'd made a mess of her life
she wasn't going to tell me I was making a mess of mine
Beyond the blue shield of fabric I hear
screaming and cursing and ohhh gods
and I wonder why the tears won't come and the
screams remain in my pillow- because this
'safe place' is all well and good but I still ...
Tuesday 14th March 2017 8:41 pm
Hey Bus- service number 142
Can you take me home?
Did you get here via the same road as me?
I love that we have both chosen to stop here.
I'm a happily lonely vagabond
Headed down the Stampede Trail
is it really now August?
I don't know.
Does it matter?
What if my keys still fit that Datsun..
What if I accepted the keys to the car you promised?
Wednesday 31st August 2016 9:05 pm
I have second hand heartbreak
watching from the sidelines and offering
words and fears to you.
I see and observe and feel and
have no right to cry.
It's second hand heartbreak
I haven't the ripped soul
to feel this pain.
It doesn't belong to me.
I have no right to cry.
It is second hand heartbreak
and I have no right to cry
Friday 29th July 2016 4:27 pm
I can't conceive being older than I am right this second
because I never outgrew the weird
I loved the world and everything it had
but it was never supposed to offer
As children we take the extra but
then it is taken away without warning
when does the reward of not being expected to know come back around?
where is the prize of blissful naivity?
Of not being expected to kn...
Wednesday 6th July 2016 8:21 pm
Friday 1st July 2016 5:37 pm
Another fight has broken
and George is there before I call.
Calm,reassuring firm words that always end in a smile.
His eyes always a lie.
His eyes could tell a story if he let them.
He doesn't. So I write.
Wednesday 29th June 2016 5:26 pm
Slithers of light of life from gaps through the bars.
people glance in but never touch.
a key hangs out of reach
for a lock that is broken, old and tired.
The tiger doesn't even approach the gleaming eyes anymore.
He keeps his eyes fixed on the floor and ignores the noise.
The tiger purrs. The tiger no longer roars.
The people are bored... they invested money and time....
Sunday 22nd May 2016 9:31 pm
I like 3am because the 9 to 5 stops
0800 numbers stop dialing and I don't
have more demands to get blood from a stone.
No knocks at the door that make me pull the sheets
up higher. Demons come out in the day when you
grow-up. But it's 3am now and nobody owns me and I am me and I am
without guilt of an unfinished form or telephone call. Technically I should be
sleeping so none of these ho...
Thursday 24th March 2016 12:23 am
I'm sad tonight
cos I just watched a Kurt Cobain doc
and he contradicted himself in the last two minutes
so now I wanna claw the walls
and scream at the sky
but yet he contradicts and
it is put in print forever and
ever and ever and therefore
I feel for him
and I pray for him
because his words are written and written
with no commentary
*but why sh...
Tuesday 16th February 2016 3:26 am
With unskilled grace
our poorly designed bodies
disturb the peace of the fish
The fish who own these surroundings and
blink with constant alarmed expressions
experiencing the same wonder
minute by minute without ever understanding
the last moment.
Secretly ruling the deep of the world
with quiet, confident, bemused wonder.
Thursday 4th February 2016 4:23 pm
You would tell me wouldn’t you?
You’d tell me if all this is irrelevant if all this is actually
a pause rather than an interlude.
That this is all heading somewhere to some-thing
Just knowing… even a little bit… a wink, a nod… maybe then we’d all be okay.
Wednesday 11th November 2015 7:28 pm
I would love to describe the wind for you...
but the sound of skin against plastic
is the most common sound I hear these days
if not from me then from another–
the click that was once caused by skin on skin
is now skin on a human made form.
And yet there is still Autumn in the trees
where Winter should be
and I’m still falling into despair over things
that should be long, long ...
Tuesday 10th November 2015 9:06 pm
Hunters don’t respond well to be being trapped.
Take away a crown and a King may stumble to his knees
Catch a leader without their people and they may
lean on you rather than knock you down...
A twist round on a carousel
can reveal a lot.
Thursday 5th November 2015 10:35 pm
An innocent behind bars
is given the final chapter to a book he never began.
A lost soul on the streets
looks at half written headlines and loses a card game he was
never taught the rules for.
A pleading face tells you to vote for a meaningless act
parading on a broken stage of answers and
when all fades into one and the truth is lost somewhere
in the middle of a masqu...
Tuesday 3rd November 2015 8:51 pm
a rather lazy beginning to a poem
but it is the closest I can get to describing the
sky to you today...
that and I didn’t fancy the alternative–
a piece of apple, sliced pretentiously, fiercely
is this how artists feel when they are forced to
sketch something they are indifferent about?
Sunday 1st November 2015 6:57 pm
So much of my mother is in that cliff.
It was here that as an eighteen year old
you accepted a promise that would later be broken.
It was here you would return and cry every time because
you were so happy.
You thought a rivet would always stay in place
so all future plans were set an...
Monday 26th October 2015 11:21 pm
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