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An old soul dwelling on the edge of the present and the past. Creative melancholic, idealist, lonely romantic.

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An old soul dwelling on the edge of the present and the past. Creative melancholic, idealist, lonely romantic.

Tumblr: http://aparadiseofstrangers.tumblr.com/
All works copyrighted S.H. (C) 2014, unless otherwise stated.
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
6 days ago

I am a pendulum.
Swinging, the clock ticking
to an eternal end.
I do not know where my heart lies.
I hate you.
I love you.
I love you
I hate you.
Agony.
Agony. Agony Agony.
tears burn with the words.
Truth, where have you hidden yourself?
But child.
The heart is deceitful above all things.

Old work. Tolerable enough to be published
#love   #confusion  
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
6 days ago

I learned to find beauty in everything, even the sorrow— a curse?
It is the deadly beauty of darkness
before the lion closes his mouth
round your head,
and the vast blues of water
as you drown.
Romantic? Never.
Real? Always.
The truth was beautiful
and it hurt.

Loneliness is a taste of death
Here I am, dying,
without arms to expire in.
The house is silent, as I drift to sleep,
not eternally,
yet.

#love   #death   #loneliness  

We're standing empty
like that long left house
at the end of the lane.
I remember you, do you remember me?
Mirror mirror in your eyes,
voice so sweet,
I want to die.
Cause this empty space devours me
do you feel it too,
like somewhere we're supposed to be?
Oh but our doors shut far away
he came in when I sent you out.
I don't know where we are,
but oh it's a strange place to be.

Frightened Rabbit Musings

Too early in the morning
the ghosts fly fast and hard
Emptiness in the headlights
the hollow sigh of the heart.

So much for letting go, dear,
Memory has an iron fist
their steel cased lips have sucked me dry
Down the lane's no easy trip.

Guilt and ache come one and all
I fall silent but the radio's loud
I couldn't have it another way
one's enough, and two's a crowd.

So much for letting go, dear,
It seems I'm too far gone.

#love   #ex   #song   #lettinggo   #nonsense   #fragment  

I supposed I loved him
Because he could tell me I was beautiful
without ever opening his mouth.

#love   #first   #gone  
  Reposted by Elaenor Aisling  ·  Jan 10
Jon Shierling

At one time, seemingly lifetimes ago,
I felt as if I could take the pain experienced
by those who crossed my path and
somehow, maybe by empathetic magic or
good old fashioned love, turn it into
something useful to them...but now
I admit that I know better.

God or Allah or Buddha or Luck
placed people in my path and also
placed me in theirs, sometimes for a
few minutes or a day or months or years
but the mechanism and the time are irrelevant.

Knowing now that no matter what I do
I will never be the person that the few I've
loved actually need is a cold, cold understanding,
the kind or understanding that makes a person
age ten years in a month, yet it's something
worth realizing for it's own sake.

Look at this mountain of empty sins piled
around me, these bottles full of regrets,
you see now why when she looks at me
I wave and pass her by, knowing that
all I have to offer is a mere attempt at love.

I have nothing to give to anyone but my heart,
here take it please this beating wounded thing,
take it from my own keeping and do what you
wish with it, for I no longer wish it to be my own.

Take that heart given, and keep it close, but not
too close, for it won't help you when you're happy
and life is grand, no that heart is only in your
keeping for one purpose and one only....
as Dante said, eat of it and take strength for your own.

 
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