February 17th, 2014


like he made marble into david
need to find what to take away to save this
i know not what lies underneath
will i like what it is i see


i do not think i’ve been
who i think i am

ask no questions and i won’t lie
tell me not to i won’t even try
who doused the fire that burned inside
where is the david who took goliath

where did my voice go
who did i give it to
and why has it been this long to ask for them to give it back
Apparently it was in my hands the whole time so thanks a lot for that
give it back
tell me to give it back
make myself take it back

David

April 25th, 2014

i’m not to good at being angry
it is welling in my chest
cement has been poured please lend me
a moment before it settles to take a haggard breath

said: you can never ruin it 
well, promises disproven
claimed you’d never hide from me
but you seemed pretty
invisible
fill it in

Chalk marks to score the scene
There's a line you do not cross
Some will not believe 
Where bodies lay when it is washed
Away

fill it in
fill it in with i don’t know’s 
apologies that never grew
concrete won’t let this grow

Fill It In

May 23, 2013

it's not that i'm blue without you
it's just that i'm less blue, with
you've brought me the sea and shown me
it can be easy to forget

when there's red beneath the waves 
the tide still sees the shore
the earth still goes on round and round 
sometimes wonders what for

it starts with y and ends with u


it's not that i'm lost without you
it's just that i'm less so, with
you've made a beacon for me 
it'll be hard to forget

the yellow leaking from the tower
that pointed the way to shore
like the earth it's going round and round
and i wonder  what for


it's difficult to look at you, as if you are still here
harder still to not reach out, and hold you always near
it's difficult to see you as if you're already gone
harder still for me to breath and coax my voice along

and yet i love you
while i wish not
with what we have here
what happens next, dear

because i love you 
and i've been caught
with what we have here
what happens next, dear

it starts with Y and ends with U

why you
why you
why you


Y - U

November 27th, 2012

in and out and up and down
the breath of your lungs
left and right and round and round
add it up it's greater then the sum


and wings shall take you down in the end
heavier than one can comprehend
as we go on to silence,  our own words
lift off just this once, for the birds 


do not know what’s coming next
maybe i’ll end up stepping off a cliff
never knowing what is best
i fucking hope this isn’t it

delicate in simplicity 
cross the rough edges we'll go
look past ink and pretty things
gears beneath the clock face will show



For The Birds

April 18th, 2014

[toxic relationships, why we’re addicted to them,
and why we need to fix it (for when the color melts)]

lying on the floor 
think there’s something at the door
been staring at the ceiling so long it’s become a black hole
take a step inside it’s
alright
darkness can’t bite
except the way the chill drives 
deep into where your cells hide

a postulate 
of the positive
is 
we erased to get there
ignore negative spaces
in our mind replace
the burnt rubber taste
with friendlier trace
trace 
trace yourself
so we can brace 
ourselves
for when the color melts


you got bored
i wasn’t at your neck
therefore no hole 
in the wall, when i left 
couldn’t peer inside 
not alright
looking for a fight
a little too much light
creeping toward your secret mind


a postulate 
of the positive
is 
we erased to get there
ignore negative spaces
in our mind replace
the burnt rubber taste
with friendlier trace
trace 
trace yourself
so we can brace 
ourselves
for when the color melts
and is creeping toward your secret mind
when the color melts
and is creeping toward your secret mind

mind you — i don’t —  you shouldn’t take
person  ally 
the pictures i make
believe this may have been a mistake
i’m aware
i’m aware
i’m awake


When The Color Melts

the wind told a story as the sand ran from the sea
swinging along to the breath moving the beat
from the start
I knew
if i looked too long
into the blue
i would be through


crossing my fingers but not holding my breath
waiting for something that can’t happen yet 
i can see you dancing in my head
you’ve got me on strings like a marionette


do myself the favor and prepackage the excuse
if they’re unavailable i’ve got nothing to lose
why do i believe
everyone around me will
eventually leave


crossing my fingers but letting the hand fall 
(not making the jump but prepared for the fall)
waiting for something that can’t happen at all
Spins in circles in my head, 
until it's forced out of a pen. 
what happens then 

spins in circles in my head
what happens then
marionette 

n.elisabeth