poem

Dear One

Dear one,

Write me a song.

Make it silly, like us.

Hug me.

Tell me you love me.

Lift me up,  so I can see the pretty things.

Dear one, I don’t mean literally…

See, your words,

They make my legs long,

They make my back strong.

You’re magical, dear one.

Speak to me.

Your voice is healing.

Your voice is invigorating.

Be with me, dear one.

Sass me, then laugh with me.

Kiss me, dance with me, challenge me.

I know you. I trust you.

You’re made for me, and I for you.

Dear one, come find me.

 

-Elle

 

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Feel, Don’t Touch

My truth is hidden in the darkness.

A firecracker encased in blackness

Sparkling, crackling, and emoting

In a sound proof room.

Monsters with no eyes lurk there,

Desperately seeking something they will never find.

They cannot tell day from night

They cannot tell salt from sugar

And yet, I fear them still.

 

Brave adventurers scour the darkness in pursuit of my secrets.

They have much in common with the monsters.

Cannot see.

Cannot hear.

But they can smell…

Rain. Ocean. Tears.

Can almost taste it…

Earth. Water. Salt.

The scents are transformative.

They are also distracting.

 

My truth is hidden in the darkness.

Only one sense can be used to find it.

Dear adventurer,

Close your eyes

Plug your ears

Overwhelm every taste bud

Every scent receptor

Clear your mind, open your heart.

Meld with the blackness. Be silent now.

It’s just there…

You cannot touch it, but you can feel it.

Magnificent. Tragic. Light. Heavy.

Tell me, can you feel it?

Complex. Simple. Fiery. Cool.

Tell me, can you feel me?

 

-Elle

Today’s not-so-secret: I am not a poet. I know nothing about poetry. (can you tell? haha) I don’t even particularly enjoy reading it. What happens is, see… I fill up with words. They fall out. I dump most of them into what wants to a be novel. The scraps… well, they are what they are. I am profoundly emotional (#becausehuman), but it’s not socially acceptable to publicly feel all your feelings. Mostly I think that’s good (there’s enough drama out there already). Hopefully for me, stock piling emotion will result in a pretty piece of written work one day. That, or a melodramatic pile of entertainment. Either or. Either or, my friends. 🙂

Peace to you!

Dear Broken Girl

Broken Girl,

I see you. Cloudy mind. Broken heart.

Lost Girl,

I know you. Invisible. Misunderstood.

Hopeful Girl,

I feel you. Daydreamer. Believer.

Sweet Girl,

I hear you. Empath. Caged bird.

Broken Girl,

I love you.

Broken Girl,

I am you.

Strong Woman,

You are me.

 

-Elle