eliza-janeWhisper

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a cry for help upon deaf ears.*PSA: this is not a good poem, this is an explosion.* / pacing / internal dialogue echoing within my fatty brain, overweight from months of stagnant vegetation.
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Jun 21, 2014
A Letter For My Love.You expect me to sit here and wait for you? / We both know how impatient I am. / Not like I have a choice,
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Apr 17, 2012
a love letter to europe.You’ve left a handprint on my heart, from where you reached in and nurtured the burns and scars and helped life to grow again. you held your hand out to me and lifted me up to dance with you, a slow waltz that I had to learn as you lead me ‘round the room. When you left me to catch my breath, the fear of leaving you almost paralysed me - and the realisation that I must nearly broke me. / You showed me what it was to live, and to live in such reckless abandonment that I knew I would never belong in the place I once called my home. you redefined home for me, showing me the truth of “*home is wherever I’m with you.*” Your sunsets were painted more beautifully than anything I’ve ever seen, and the way you always lead me to the artist behind such great sky-paintings left me in awe. Who else can teach me to fall in love with two beings at one time. / I still reach for your hand subconsciously, lean in to rest on your shoulder before I realise that you’re no longer with me. You’ve left me homesick, wondering where home may be, the place where these itchy feet can finally rest. You’ve filled my mind with reminders of cities, people, prayers and dreams, and I’ve found that as long as these thoughts rattle in my mind, sleep and rest are impossible.
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Oct 1, 2014
Amertume.Bitterness. / Never a feeling I thought I could have. / Here it is, though.
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Apr 9, 2012
An ElizaWho could ever love an Eliza? / Awkwardly a little too tall, / Possessing a dorky laugh,
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Apr 19, 2012
Barb In My Side.A thorn, / Barbed and tearing my flesh. / Others only see the outer thorn,
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Jun 14, 2012
BlossomingHey there boy, / Funny seeing you again, / Someone who was much more than a simple friend.
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Jun 24, 2012
Collected Letters to My Favourite CharactersDearest Max, / Handing out the words like christmas presents / Poor, yet rich in both presence and spirit
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Nov 1, 2013
Did I need telling?A cynical laugh. / Fell for another joke. / Worthless with no merit.
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May 20, 2012
DistanceIf we lived closer, / Would you hold me tight? / If it was only an few hours of flight,
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Nov 1, 2012
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