London    1994 -   
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.

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All works copyrighted S.H. (C) 2014, unless otherwise stated.
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
2 days ago

Leaving me is how you stayed
tragedy and memory work the same
they spin the lead back into gold
your lips they were my alchemist's stone

But you're still standing in my head
more perfect than the day you left
I blurred the scars and darker days
it all looks perfect from far away

Chorus: I fell in love with a memory
With something that you'll never be
It's funny what the mind can make
and leaving me has made you stay.

All is fair in love and war
Though time is still their only cure
Forgotten tales of a thousand lives
All men live and all men die

You left your heart and ghost behind
and your words burn in my mind
you're probably gone a world away
but leaving me is how you stayed.

Chorus: I fell in love with a memory
With something that you'll never be
It's funny what the mind can make
and leaving me has made you stay.

Recording of the Song: https://soundcloud.com/aparadiseofstrangers/leaving-me-is-how-you-stayed
#love   #loss   #music   #gone   #song   #acoustic  
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
5 days ago      4 days ago

I want a lover like the evening sun
half shadow half light
wanderer of dappled paths between leaves,
sojourner seeking the reflection
of life in darkened eyes.
He will taste like Pheobus
bright, amber honey tongued,
the golden glow spilling into the deep corners
light has yet to reach within me.
But his arms will fold like Erebus,
the comforting dark
of purple shadows behind lids falling for sleep
the peaceful night, quiet, cloaked
in the solemn strength of dying stars
and the last whisper of northern lights.
Remind me what it is to know
the depth of dark
without leaving the warmth of light.

#love   #kiss   #depression   #sun   #shadow   #strength   #day   #night   #lover   #evening  
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
5 days ago      5 days ago

We're standing empty
like that long left house
dust on our hands
and the smoke in your eyes
the air's strange in here
it's a strange place to be.

Do you remember
how home used to be
in somebody's arms
with the sun in your hair
now there's nobody here, just you and me
we're strangers here
it's a strange place to be.

Fill these hollow rooms between my ribs
light the candle bright behind your eyes
Oh this empty space devours me
Feel like there's somewhere we're supposed to be
Where are we? Where are we?
This strange place to be.

Strange place, strange place
somewhere between midnight
and an un-amazing grace
Somehow I found you and you found me
here in the dark
in this strange place to be.



I turned this into a song and recorded it.  https://soundcloud.com/aparadiseofstrangers  There are some other songs/poems there, too.

#love   #sadness   #death   #loss   #strange   #music   #longing   #song   #place  
  Reposted by Elaenor Aisling  ·  6 days ago
Molly
Molly
6 days ago      6 days ago

Crouched in a bath
in a house in my hometown.
5AM and the moon's out.
Kevin hands me a rolled up bank note,
and tells me I'm innocent
all in one breath.

There's blood on my hands,
rolling down my wrist.
Big, fat, poppy teardrops
blooming like the cherry trees
in my university.
Home is a funny thing.

I'm not a cool kid.
Just a drugged up, loved up,
half pretty girl with a good brain.
Mad
after the wrong people
in love with every
broken soul.

I'm just chasing dreams
and welded differentials,
the car turns and screams.
One hand on the steering wheel
and one on my thigh -
can't you just need me for a weekend?
Can't you just
sigh your little promises
and chew my ear?

Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
Apr 20      Apr 20

Take me gently, please.
With the soft ache of Saturday afternoons
the simple song of rustling sheets.
Lay me down
bees over cherry blossoms in the back garden
just as pale,  fragile,
Tendrils of ferns, fingers, curling,
into light thoughts and pomegranate seeds
the gentle exhale of the white cloth you snap
to spread over the table, floating down
softer than the flesh of snow drops
under a March rain.

Fluffly Romantic nonsense
#love   #flowers   #romance   #sex   #spring  
  Reposted by Elaenor Aisling  ·  Apr 20
SE ՍԷ
SE ՍԷ
Apr 20      Apr 20

Light a candle for one tormented soul
For each baby that was never born.
Light a candle for one loving  heart
For every single dream ruthlessly torn apart.
Light a candle for each twisted destiny
Wounds of a hundred years with no remedy.
A candle for despair,
For each unanswered prayer
Slaughtered in the air,
For every orphaned child
Facing life’s wild side.
Light a candle for abandoned homes
And relinquished hopes,
For innocent victims,
Who lost their lives,
For those who survived,
But who were deprived
Of what’s so precious:
A land to call home…
Light a candle for those who deny
Their souls will be sinking
As of those who were killing.
Light a candle for justice to win
For the history never to repeat.
And at the end if you want you shall
Light a candle for the perpetrators as well
For they must be right now burning in hell.

© S.E.

In memory of 1.5 million Armenians massacred in the Ottoman Empire during the Armenian Genocide of 1915  and those who escaped but whose lives were changed forever. 100 years of denial by the Turkish state... Unpunished crime encourages new crimes... #1915neveragain

Softly, sang we three
Of the willow branch and thistle bloom
red drops dripping from prime pricked fingers.
The nettles stung our feet
yet we danced, we danced,
stinging skin startling, the nerves of aching ankles.

Softly, sang we two,
of the yellow broom and yarrow
green stains streaking pale pallid palms.
The wet grass betrayed our feet
yet we ran, we ran,
hurried hearts heaving, the gasps of languid lungs.

Softly, sang we one,
of the lily white and violet
blue bruises blooming on cracked caving ribs
The ropes they cut our feet
yet we lay, we lay,
muted mouth mourning, the dark of leaden lids.

Broom-- Scotch Broom is a bush-like plant which produces yellow flowers.  I guess this is something of a mix between an Old English murder ballad and Victorian flower language.
#love   #harm   #dying   #death   #flowers   #the   #murder   #fate   #lack   #or  
 
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