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I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I'm done with you. You will finally understand why storms are named after people.
It’s not the same moon
that you and I see
the moon is the moon
that we want it to be.

the moon is a picture
of our own thoughts
the moon will be
what we want it to be.

© Malintha Perera 2014
 Nov 2014 Elissa Rae
Sophie
save
 Nov 2014 Elissa Rae
Sophie
i didn't fall in love with you.
i slipped.

**and you didn't save me.
 Nov 2014 Elissa Rae
Nena Twedell
Some mornings looking in the mirror
Is like seeing a stranger in my body
Trying to figure out where she came from
While I'm suffocating in the unsuspecting comforts of my own body
My own mind.
The thoughts that consume me
They aren't mine
The actions that take over when things go wrong
They aren't mine
I'm searching for a breath of fresh air
Searching for that break through moment
So many people looking at me
Wondering what is wrong
Why am I like this.
The actions that take over
The thoughts that take over
None of them are me
I'm slowly being suffocated in my own body.
Some days when I look in the mirror
I just wonder what is wrong with me
Why can't I just kick it to the curb
Just kick everything bad that goes on inside to the side
And just let it sit in the corner and be silent.
Some days I wonder why everyone else has all this insight
Yet I'm the one who can't seem to make it stop
Some nights when I lay in bed
I look out my window
And wish upon a star
And pray to the higher powers that be
That they can take it all away.
That someday I can look in the mirror and recognize the girl looking back.
Recognize the woman I have become.
One day I will
One day that mirror will look back at me with a smile
It will look at me knowing the hard times I've had
And realize that I survived.
 Nov 2014 Elissa Rae
frankie
Iris
 Nov 2014 Elissa Rae
frankie
If the eyes are windows to the soul

                   then irises are just                
                                       colourful curtains,

                                               fooling the hopeful with

pretty pastels.
Trust is a lot like a glass
Some take strength to break
Some are plastic and almost eternally strong
and some shatter into little shards within an instant
Can we pretend that it made sense?
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