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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
3 days ago      3 days ago

I determine to die loved.
Even if it is only
by myself.

I will learn to love myself before I die.
#love   #self   #truth   #sad   #dying   #life   #death  
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
5 days ago      5 days ago

I am of a strange alchemy.
Iron and tarnished silver,
with porcelain hands.
The rest feels like glass.
Fragile.
Vulnerable.
As though the smallest tremor
could send me falling
to shatter.

#worry   #life   #me   #glass   #alchemy   #silver   #iron  
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
7 days ago

The night was moist
the sea-winds blew salt
to the trembling lips
which formed half words
and quiet whispers.
The air tasted of memory
and long lost souls.
"What keeps you alive?"
the mad girl asked the sea.
"Or are you dead and still moving?
My father killed a snake.
and it's body moved like waves,
though he held its head in his hand.
It twitched. It twitched," she muttered.
Her laugh broke across the water,
the gulls shuddered, clouds gathering,
and the waves resounded to the hidden stars.
She screamed to the wind as it snagged her hair,
it screamed back
over the breakers.
She laughed
and laughed
and laughed
again.

From time to time, I ask people to give me first lines for poems on FB. My cousin gave me "The night was moist"
#girl   #snake   #crazy   #scream   #night   #laugh   #sea   #mad  
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
7 days ago      7 days ago

With moonlight between the earth and her feet
she wanders, shining soul,
the dark of the night
no match for her eyes.

The moon wonders down
at the bright creature,
melds her beams to stairs,
ascend, ascend,
Oh, brightest star.
Ascend to night's embrace.

Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
Sep 6      Sep 6

Head to toe black.
My roommate says elegant
I say funeral.
It matches my mood.
I am dressed as my muse
Melancholia.
I am waiting, silently,
for the blow.
I am waiting silently
for unanswered questions.
I am waiting,
silently,
with bated breath.

#worry   #silent   #melancholy   #muse   #waiting  

Nostalgia: It sounds like a disease
And it has infected me.
Worming its way through veins and valves.
I caught it
from robbing the graves of memories.
Trying to gather
the silver linings from long dead moments
dusty laughs
that crumbled in my fingers,
moulding smiles that left spots on my hands
that burned.
out, out damn spot
I lay down in the fresh earth,
cold, how cold it is.

Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
Sep 2      Sep 2

And it feels so familiar, and yet it seems strange, why, has time dragged me here again? they’re waiting to fall, and I’m waiting to run, but my feet they feel frozen and again it’s begun. They said it’s alright, but my heart screams it’s wrong, and I’m caught in the cross fire as I’ve been all along. My heart and my head, well, they’ll never agree, cause one says I owe them, and one then says no, so my body lies failing as they tug at my hands, and I know they’d keep pulling, no matter how far I ran.

#love   #sad   #heart   #hurt   #mind   #body  
 
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