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328 · Mar 2018
Livid
Eleanor Sinclair Mar 2018
You hurt me again for the hundredth time
You linger in every song I sing and incessant rhyme
But today it clicked that I don’t deserve this
Swing and a miss three strikes you’re out *****
My life has no room for you
So go find another girl with whom to do what you do
I’m sick of this **** and I’ve had enough
I’m protecting my heart now and I’m more than tough
I’m capable and stable and I don’t need you here
I’ve realized your toxicity after another long year
No man can chain me down any longer
Each time you try to break me I rise up even stronger
The words bounce off of my bulletproof vest
You’re frustrated they have no impact and they don’t pass the test
My ribs are a cage and it’s made of hard steel
Now you’re beginning to realize these threats are quite real
I’ll drop you on your *** like you’ve done to me
Plenty of times now it’s your turn to see
I’m ****** and I’m livid and there’s no going back
My words are my power and with them I attack
Defensive and ignorant you act likes it’s nothing
You can’t seem to see that I’m no longer bluffing
I said goodbye with a wave and “ta-ta”
With a bag on my back and my mouth chewing straw
I’m leaving you now and this is truly the end
After what you did to me I’ll let that friend request pend
I hate to say that I still love your stupid face
But the way you speak to me lacks all poise and grace
You’re kind of like poison running through my veins
And on my heart you left inkblots like indiscernible stains
But I’m better now that you’re off my chest
Like I’m free from my confines and able to rest
I’ll do what I want
And what I’ve got I’ll flaunt
We’re done and it’s over
Yet you make my soul feel hungover
Did I just rhyme a word with itself?
Look what you've done to me you left me to rot on a shelf
Your little statue that you admired like a brand new toy
That you quickly got sick of like an immature boy
I hope you got what you wanted because I sure did
My head ******* on straight and a sense of worth you forbid
Exhausting each ounce of effort in my mind
You have the audacity to complain about how your day’s a grind
Thank God I came to my senses and the coop I flew
I think past your thick skull my words finally got through
327 · Apr 2018
Spoken Word
Eleanor Sinclair Apr 2018
Language is a man made construct
Just like time which, I don’t know about you but it always leaves me ******
Yet how is it that a thing created by us
Can decide which words are fine and which are a cuss?
And how is it that this wide intricate system
Can spread hatred across nations but also instill wisdom?
I’m confused at the concept and why it’s misused
Some are enriched by it and others abused
Why do we sling racial slurs at our brothers
And shout things we wouldn’t dare say in front of our mothers
She’d slap you into next month if she heard the words coming from your mouth
I don’t blame her one bit it brings us back to the old south
It’s disgusting and vile
Each awful word should be held up on trial
Let’s rise up together and eliminate the feeling of being low
And let’s please band as a team and silence Jim Crow
Because no one deserves to feel like they’re less than human
No matter if you’re a CEO or a day and night crewman
I don’t get the point of wasting this gift
On the feeble minded idiots who think they’re so swift
But in reality they’re just ignorant and insolent fools
No more useful than broken and rusted garden tools
I’m not saying we should get rid of them
I’m just saying their presence is as about as appealing as phlegm
And I don’t know about you but I think that ****’s nasty
And I think our whole world needs to change beyond vastly
Because by not educating these people who think they’re hot ****
Our society grows more divided slow bit by bit
And before we know it we’re moving back in time
Regressing from our progress and adding more grime
To the already difficult world we live in
The ice that we tread on is getting quite thin
And I’m telling you it’s time for us to make a change
And if no one agrees then fine I’ll seem deranged
But I’m so sick and tired of the anger and violence
I hate the news and these killers who are crazy and tireless
You may think I’m getting political but that’s not my intent
On making a difference is where I’m hell bent
Think what you want and do just the same
But when your family is in danger then who will you blame?
You didn’t act for a cause or voice your opinion
Now you might as well be a follower or one of the mindless minions
Running around like a headless chicken
The moment it affects your life only then will you quicken
And it’s comical to me how the politicians they stammer
Because there lives aren’t in jeopardy yet still outside we clammer
And their doors are made of prejudice and history
Why it’s doomed to repeat itself is clearly no mystery
It’s happening now, don’t you see it taking place?
These high and mighty ******* are trying to save face
But come on we know what’s really going on
They expect us to hold hands and sing a peaceful song
But we won’t and we’re ****** and signs only get us so far
It makes me sad reading about another person plowed down by a car
Or this time was it a van?
What’s next? Will the people ask for a ban?
As I told you before I’m not getting political
It’s actually repulsive yet some think it’s trivial
We blame the things that people use to ****
The guns and the weapons that give them the thrill
But what about the other things that cause more death
Like cars and alcohol or even ******* ****
I’m sorry it doesn’t makes sense
I’m doing my best and hence
This obscure piece of writing was born
About sharing it with the world clearly I was torn
But I decided it would be worth it
And in the current situation might fit
Say what you want and still I’ll stay moderate
But if you use your words for evil
You better be ready to get hit and swallow back wads of your own ****** spit
Because no one is having a plate of what division is serving
Every single person on this earth is unique and deserving
And why we can’t all just love is a thought too beyond me
I hope for a world where our eyes open and see
I can’t even keep it all straight
All the incessant backlash and insurmountable hate
If you don’t use your words then what’s the point of our language
How about we use it for good and get rid of the anguish
I know this was long and thanks for bearing with my message
Now let’s all work together because I’ll be ****** if our generation is just another percentage
326 · Jul 2017
For You
Eleanor Sinclair Jul 2017
Although the times seem tough
I want you to know
You're always enough
Through every stumble and fall
You spring back up
And stand so tall
You'll always have my heart
My muse, my love,
my art
I'll talk you down from pain
I'll hold you tight
Through sun and through rain
I'm here for you till the end
Despite pitfalls
you're still my best friend
326 · Jan 2020
Haze
Eleanor Sinclair Jan 2020
I long for you like the grass for the rain
And I remember that voice, as distinct as the sound of storms in the city, as the cars splash by
The thought of you will bring me pain
A mere shadow at the end of the hallway
Or the silence at the end of the day
Unnerving, reserved, wonderful
Like a phantom the image of you is fleeting
But I will always remember those blue eyes, and drowning in them
I can no longer hear you speak in the back of my mind
Yet your words feel like my own
Your voice feels like safety, like home
Now shrouded by fog
Perhaps we’ll meet again
Maybe just for one day
325 · Sep 2018
You Were
Eleanor Sinclair Sep 2018
You were the bullet that punctured a hole

You were the pill I swallowed to die

You were the poison that played a key role

You were the glass I stuck in my eye

You were the noose that hung around my neck

You were the knife I ****** through my arm

You were the force that pushed me off the deck

You were the only thing that caused me this harm
324 · May 2017
Beautiful
Eleanor Sinclair May 2017
The birds chirp free
Leaves rustle in the trees
The bunnies hop and play
The days slip away
The insects buzz and fly
The flowers wilt and die
The sun goes down at night
The darkest creatures fight
The day begins anew
On grass a drop of dew
The wind whistles strong
The days last too long
The summers turn to fall
Time moves fast or not at all
Winter into spring
Life, what a wonderful thing
#beautiful #nature
321 · Jan 2019
To The Bone
Eleanor Sinclair Jan 2019
“Love? People love what they can take from you or they love how you make them feel about themselves; but they don’t love you”

An interesting concept indeed
This human made emotional greed
I think you loved me, I do
But I think I was temporary to you
That’s alright though
I guess in the end we reap what we sow
321 · Dec 2020
Sweet Home
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2020
The ringing seems endless like the ocean’s infinite blue
I think it’s trying to say something
Can you hear it too

It seems the words are English, a dialect I once knew
I have wondered what it wants from me
The voice sounds like you

So I see it is not a thing but now instead a who
It follows me wherever I go
Can you hear it too

And it wants something that only I can help it to do
Escape the wicked mortal confines
The voice sounds like you

Suddenly the air felt thinner all while my body flew
It told me that I should end my life
Can you hear it too
The voice sounds like you
318 · Jan 2019
Slip
Eleanor Sinclair Jan 2019
My sword is bent
and my shield is shattered
My armor is cracked
and my heart is battered
313 · May 2018
A Boy
Eleanor Sinclair May 2018
With my heart beating out of my breast
I press my fingers firmly into his chest
And I consider the world without him
There are days when we falter and I doubt him
But his everything draws me back in.

My scrambled thoughts are a jumbled mess
All I can do now is simply guess
But when will I know if he wants me?

He has such poise and brilliance
His smile alone is worth millions
I wonder how our story will end.

Will I vow to forever?
Or will I pull the lever
To swing at my emotional execution.

In a way I'm the tyrant
Although I act quite vibrant
Do you think he sees me in a spotlight?

Am I the center of his stage?
Or will I wilt away like a flower with age
Does he replace my water or toss me?

If he saw me the way I see myself
I'd worry more strongly for his mental health
Because to be in this inner asylum is a hell all in itself.

Pennhurst is childsplay compared to my mind
I try to turn my head away from his lies and act blind
But somehow my lenses see through his tricks.

I'm a shell of a person
Despite my aversion
And I know I have to deal with this turmoil eventually.

"Hey, it's okay
We'll get there one day"
He assures me through his brilliant *******.

I lay in bed and ponder
In thought my time I squander
What is best for me?
311 · Sep 2017
Hurt
Eleanor Sinclair Sep 2017
I know your pain
He hurt you
I see the rain
He made you cry
I feel your heartache
He lied
I recognize the mistakes
He made many
I can see you forgive
He already forgot
I urge you to live
He doesn’t know
But somehow
Love is worth it
310 · Oct 2020
Bleeding
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2020
It’s amazing the way that we bleed
The way the skin parts and the blood starts to bead
It’s a rush you feel through the skin
Like a tingling sensation without and within
Or a touch of rapture inside
Like the soul is escaping through a crimson tide
Believe it or not, it’s freeing
Until the moment you just stop bleeding...
308 · Oct 2018
Hopeless
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2018
I was ready to run away
Far far away I packed my bags today to try to go where I belong
Where do I belong except following the song of a land that is perhaps not my own
I try to run from these sticks and stones but my broken bones keep me here
Crying
Shouting pouting sobbing
I sit with bruised ribs and shortened breath
The depth of my breath is like a canyon or a crater which sooner or later becomes the norm and I’m trapped
Shackled to this life when all I want to do is attack it
It’s impossible
I can’t seem to make myself believe what it means to be worthy
Hurry and save me before these walls cave in on me
These four walls make me feel so tall but at the end of it all I’m small and smaller and the universe expands while I shrink and my existence is very indistinct
I suppose it’s all meaningless
Should I just go and be, I don’t know, something different?
I could live in the mountains by a little Swiss village
With a brittle wood house and a crackling fire place to set the pace for a relaxing time
Full of sublime moments with the one I adore
I implore to leave this wretched area but my anxiety filled hysteria keeps me here
Some days the stress makes my ears ring so loud it’s all I can hear and it appears that I’m not sleeping
Instead I’m thinking and like a teabag steeping in what comes next
Either tomorrow or in ten years I rethink all my dreams and fears and wow does it mess things up
I smile less and worry more about what the universe has in store
I don’t know what comes next
Yet I still hope for the best
307 · Sep 2017
You
Eleanor Sinclair Sep 2017
You
You're part of me
I'm part of you
I'd love to see
And love to do
Everything I can with you,
My light and day
My sunshiny ray
Our love is forever
We're always together
Soon we will marry
Our love we will carry
You won't be alone
We'll make our grand home
Snuggled and warm
Our future will form
Bring what it may,
What do you say?
304 · Nov 2017
My World
Eleanor Sinclair Nov 2017
What a beauty you are,
My shining star
What a joy it is to live
And my heart to give
To you I owe the world
And every diamond or pearl

You’re in my every thought
To me, happiness you brought
You’re my paradise
The savior from my vice

You’ve always cared about me
It’s not hard to see
Your smile fills my heart
You inspire all my art
I laugh and cry with you
No matter what we do
I know you’re here to stay
I love you more each day

Until the end of time
Until the end of rhyme
I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine
297 · Aug 2018
You:
Eleanor Sinclair Aug 2018
Your skin is so vibrant and I love it’s silky touch
Your eyes are more brilliant and I could never stare too much
Your neck is perfect in every single way
Your broad shoulders tempt me every single day
Your muscular chest makes me want to melt
Your body is perfection, appreciate the cards you’re dealt
Your waist is nice to hold and wrap my arms around
I could hold your hands forever or until I’m six feet underground
Your arms are like my armor when they hold my ribs so tight
Your legs are strong steel and ready to take flight
Your calves are pure perfection and admittedly I stare at them
The way your body’s molded makes me wonder then
About how you were made and why you are so great
I love each thing about you and can’t name a thing I hate
From head to toes you ******* away
I hope you see my love for you and decide you want to stay
I swear it’s not all physical but I wanted to say this
I want to compliment you but most opportunities I miss
So please know now that you are the complete package and spectacular
Right in my strike zone and every other vernacular
I can’t believe that you somehow chose me
You’ll never stop making me happy
If I concentrate hard enough I can imagine your scent
And when it disappears I wonder where it went
You make me feel safe and I understand I’m repetitive
But it’s primarily because this topic is quite sensitive
I don’t know how to say that I love you even more
I’d take a bullet for you and countries would go to war
It’s the little things in life that matter the most
The simple pleasures that don’t require you to boast
You remind me of the gentle whistle of the wind
Or the loose fall leaves that have ever so slightly thinned
You are the world and the sky and the land
I love you more than the ocean loves the granular sand
295 · Sep 2017
Done
Eleanor Sinclair Sep 2017
Some days life's a mess
You cry more and smile less
The nights are dark and long
Death circles 'round singing a song
You feel worn and cold
Now reserved, those who were bold
An illness is not a game
Once you come out you're never the same
It gnaws its way to your core
Like you're trapped behind a heavy metal door
The light is unattainable
The joy is less sustainable
The laughter turns to tears
Caught in depression for many long years
Social turns to panic
The extreme anxiety then becomes manic
A world with no hope
The illness helps me tighten the rope
The chair beneath my feet
Quivers to my rapid heartbeat
In one fellow swoop I will fall
Then in the end, nothing matters at all
294 · Mar 2018
Prison
Eleanor Sinclair Mar 2018
What a world
What a life
So much pain
Much more strife
It comes crumbling down
I sit back and wonder
The thoughts buzz around
As I tear myself asunder
I watch from the outside
As it all closes in
The tears have now dried
And I've repented for my sin
Enter a new chapter of suffering and loss
No matter what I say
You're always the boss
I wale away at the bricks of my four walled prison
I scream and I yell
My freedom I envision
But the warden with the key is a man of great pride
And despite my futile attempts
To his orders I abide
Is it real or a joke this life I inhabit
I turn a new corner
And poke the bear, while I'm only a rabbit
292 · May 2018
Rest
Eleanor Sinclair May 2018
Quickly sweetly slipping into slumber
Heavy eyelids heavy legs made of lumber
Dreamy drowsy dripping with dreary views
Blurred bulbs and brilliant blues
Head on the pale plush pillow
Hair hanging over the warping edges like a weeping willow
Twitching tips of toes
Curling over the curbing cliff watching crows
One small step into a soaring sight
A frightening and freeing fancy flight
A dream state of wonder where worry is gone
Ending with a yearning early yawn
Half asleep half awake
Taking turns on a nightly break
Quiet quaint quintessence looming from your peaceful pause
Out of me my melancholy it mindfully and methodically draws
Bringing no more negative non-compliant thoughts
When I gaze into your gaping glorious eyes I'm blinded and see only dots
You embody the sun and emulate all its extraordinary and fleeting evanescence
I pry and pray to be graced with your playful presence
Illuminating my ever dimming once illustrious life
The vivid vision of you sharpens even the dullest knife
280 · Apr 2017
Mine
Eleanor Sinclair Apr 2017
You're my peace and my rest
At my worst and my best
My lover and my friend
My guardian till the end
My hope and my stay
Through night and through day
Together whenever
Now and forever
269 · Nov 2017
Hungry
Eleanor Sinclair Nov 2017
"Eat" they say
they don't get it
it's not okay
the weight falls fast like stones
recedes to nothing
skin and bones
fatigue beyond compare
an endless cycle
at the mirror, stare
the scale only lies
air in your lungs
and between your thighs
in pain I lay,
take the hunger away
268 · Dec 2018
Tingly
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2018
Let it be known to all who will listen
I’m in love with a man whose beautiful eyes glisten
And even when they are filled with tears
He still relieves me of my deepest fears
I love in him the things he does
And the way he holds my ribs during passionate hugs
The morning sun envies his light
And every star in the sky is clouded from sight
He radiates like no one ever has before
And the list goes on of things I adore
To me he is nothing short of divine
I want so badly to call him mine
I’ll always love this man with my body, heart, and soul
For a world without him would leave a gaping hole
263 · Oct 2017
Darkness
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
It was the darkest time of the night,
the moon was shrouded by clouds and hidden from view.
The cemetery was as silent as the bodies it held
yet in some way the mist seemed to sing a sad tune as I walked in between the tomb stones
of those already taken to a world beyond this one.
Time was a thief in the night for those lost souls
now stuck here, unlike the lucky ones
who got to escape to a better place than the one we live in now

The heavens are waiting, do you deserve them?
254 · Jan 2018
Motif
Eleanor Sinclair Jan 2018
I am like an elephant who remembers.
My life so endangered that I tread lightly
252 · Apr 2018
Drip
Eleanor Sinclair Apr 2018
Drip drip drip
The blood paints the floor
Pupils shaking at the sight of the gore
Crimson crater diverging further
Before you know it the news will exclaim "******!"
I guess it kind of is, me killing my former self
By releasing my demons I gain insurmountable wealth
Say what you want, I've heard it all before
From "heartless *****" down to "***** *****"
I know I'm better than those hurtful words you spew
Yet they still hit home and taint my already clouded view
The mirror is a trick and I don't believe it for a second
You taught me not to love myself and with false data you reckoned
The bandage on my wrist is precautionary at best
I don't care who comments on my relapse filled quest
Drip drip drip
The red soaks through and everyone assumes
"Oh she's the attention seeker" fills rooms
Sorry I guess for wanting control
It's never been my place and I never play that role
I'm passive and submissive in every other aspect
I need some grip on my world even if indirect
The scars are tempting and the blood is addicting
I always slice more, never restricting
It stings like crazy but I have to push harder
If the beads don't rise next time I'll be smarter
Technique is key in the process
Like a well thought out game of chess
Drip drip drip
I can't help but sign in relief
Another successful session, however brief
My pure fair skin bears more scars than it should
I want to stop but I don't think I could
Can't say I care at all anymore
Waking up in the morning is in itself a chore
Blissful sleep is my one escape
Only in my dreams can a happy life take shape
246 · Jul 2017
Smile
Eleanor Sinclair Jul 2017
She flew at night on a song
The rhythms and beats,
her feelings prolong
A single acid tear
Despite all the anger
Inside there was fear
She lay her head down to rest
Counting the sheep,
she tried her best
To keep the emotions inside
But behind her smile
the demons still hide
246 · Feb 2018
Pain
Eleanor Sinclair Feb 2018
I find joy in beads of blood
Like crystals gleaming
Or the reflections in a flood
The wounds they sting and burn
But despite the pain
To feel, I yearn
I lost myself today
In darkness I staggered
And sliced my skin the same old way
The crimson gathered slowly
Seeping from my sorrow
Like vultures to death, lowly
Do emotions ever end?
If I cry to the heavens
Perhaps an angel they'll send
246 · Nov 2017
Not So
Eleanor Sinclair Nov 2017
Good enough?
Not so.
My mind full of doubt
And my heart full of woe
How to go on?
Reap what you sow

What to do with myself?
An isolated friend
If it's pushed to the end
and it breaks
Can it bend?

Now it's over-with, done
I can't take anymore
And it's no longer fun
244 · Oct 2017
Eating Disorder
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
I could fight this till the end
I have a heart full of pain,
A heart full of dread
The devil, she sits
Across the room
She has long hair
A skinny body too
Mascara on
Now look at you
Sleepless eyes
No gap between your thighs
Your stomach is full
You just want to cry
"Are you not ashamed!?
of this image you hold"
Is this devil to blame?
No, now your body is cold
She smiles instead
"Finally, that stupid girl is dead"
238 · Oct 2020
Dreamer
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2020
In my dreams it all feels real
You hug me and it seems so clear
Then I wake and you’re not with me
Through the tears, I can barely see

But I’ve come to terms with this reality
No matter if I want you badly
I’m content with only getting you while I sleep
I look forward each day to my nights of counting sheep

Our fake bliss begets pain in my heart
And with the opening of eyelids our moments depart
I wonder if we’ll ever be together
But in my dreams, we will be forever
235 · Sep 2018
This night
Eleanor Sinclair Sep 2018
Tonight I feel alone
My run was awful and I cracked my phone
The moon blinds me as it’s magnificence magnifies through my tears
The stars in multitude represent my fears
I feel a great melancholy
An untapped sorrow that feeds into my folly
I weep tonight not to a nameless god
But to the bathroom mirror which shows a reflection so flawed
Tonight I sleep alone
Hushing cries and gasps for empty air
I tug at my blanket and pull at my hair
The pain has become too much
My mental state has become a physically crutch
There is no more than a vast empty space
A lonely desolate place
Scaring me even in my sleep
As in my pillow I continue to weep
Tonight I write to no one
For that’s all I have left when I am done
233 · Nov 2017
Upset
Eleanor Sinclair Nov 2017
Leave me while you can
Was there a reason you stayed around?
Am I just a body to you?
Someone you can feel close to when you're in need?
I'm more than what you make me out to be
More than your silly descriptions of me
I am reborn in a new imagine of my former self
Wiser
All the wiser yet none the more stable
I thought you were my friend
More than my friend
But as things broke down, that came to an end
"We are forever"
Lies
Forever was far shorter than both of us imagined.
Somehow, I stopped caring when you did
231 · Mar 2018
To Love
Eleanor Sinclair Mar 2018
To the love I once knew-

I am the one you love briefly
Like the fall breeze passing by
Tell me what it was like when we first met
Did your pulse quicken like mine?
Did your stomach sicken like mine?
Did I help your spirits grow?
Or was I the placeholder till the falling of the winter snow?
Did you look into my broken soul and see my undying love for you?
Did the prospect of that terrify you?
Did I make your mind feel good?
Did I do enough for you when I could?
Was I what you wanted me to be?
When you think of your future is it me that you see?
Did you use my body for your pleasure?
Was I a way for your self worth to be measured?
Did you even love me at all?
Were you afraid if you left that I'd fall?
Fall from what?
From grace, from sanity, from logic?
The warfare, my love, is simply psychologic
I'm nothing but caring and like cancer our love grew  
Manifesting into something beyond our control
I took the blame for your lies and adapted to the role
You continue to smile and laugh all cheeky
You tiptoe around and act all sneaky
Decide for yourself what you want to do
Just know that the moment you get on that plane
When you come home, we’ll likely be through
No matter your choice we won't be the same
Because, see, you chose her despite my insecurity
And with a feeble rhetoric professed your maturity
But I know this won't bode well
For me it’s like trudging through hell
Because I've never been enough to keep anyone around
I'm always the dirt between your nails or beneath your feet like the ground
You can do what you want and my presence will be amorphous
I'll adapt around you and still you'll ignore this
I'm the sun on your face and the air you breathe deeply
I'm the girl of your dreams and the one you love briefly
230 · Oct 2017
Suicidal State of Mind
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
In a locked bedroom
With a towel by your side
Slicing away the pain
Letting it seep from your veins
With a little piece of metal
Bigger than you could ever hope to be
229 · Sep 2017
End
Eleanor Sinclair Sep 2017
End
My heart has turned to dust
The blood I bleed
Hardens like rust
The pain I feel inside
Is too much to bear
And too much to hide
222 · Oct 2017
Why
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
Why
We coast through each and every day
The same on repeat
Why do I stay
My blood stained wrists
Feel no tender kiss
My vacuous eyes
Filled with tears from the lies
How can I exist
If the pain is too great for this
I ask myself
In clear deliberation
In pure consideration
Why am I here
222 · Oct 2017
Great Expectations
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
I extend a love
Greater than his
In return I get
Hurt like this
He yells and shouts
As I take the abuse
In excess amounts
Am I a bag to punch
Or a bone to crunch
What does it mean
When he calls us a team
I’m somehow at a loss
Like an idle rock
I gather more moss
As I try to turn towards the sun
I’m blocked by his words
And unable to run
I’m stuck in a tightly packed trap
It’s dark and I’m scared
I can’t find my way back
Do I just sit on the ground and wait
Or make another round, it’s too late
The exit is nowhere in sight
I stagger by the walls
With no remembrance of light
Do I give up on this futile attempt
I don’t feel anything at all
From his “love” I’m exempt
220 · Nov 2017
Life
Eleanor Sinclair Nov 2017
Some times life stops you
Like a bag of dirt,
Life drops you
There are days when we surrender
Silenced tears and heavy eyelids
and days we can't remember

I'm still me and you're still you
dragging on for too long
there's not much more we can do

Leave if you see fit
But don't expect me to chase you
I won't
Not one bit

Dark and dingy days
With rain clouds collecting
Blocking out the dim and dismal rays
Fatigue and sorrow injecting

I see no way out but the easy one
Why give life that satisfaction?
Why quit and be done?
What a long day...
212 · Aug 2018
Am I Too Late?
Eleanor Sinclair Aug 2018
You take my breath away like a Degas on the wall
Every time you look at me, deeper and deeper I fall
Your transcendent eyes are a mystical blue
That draw me in like a mysterious clue
I can’t resist, you’re like a bright red button that says “do not press”
And you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, I would not settle for less
When choosing my outfits I dress to impress you
I never thought I’d hit a point where my love for you grew
I compare you to the sun not because it’s easy
But because you light up my world, especially when you tease me
Then I see you smile and I can’t help but grin
Every time you laugh, for me it’s an internal win
My simple metaphors mean little to people
But they’re the best way I describe you and hold you higher than the steeple
The beauties in life are encapsulated inside
Like a perfectly cooked dinner, all evenly fried
Or a little purple flower growing through cement
Or even a flawless apple with not a single dent
You are the reason that life continues
You never leave my mind and you fix most of my issues
Please stay beside me like a swan with its mate
I hope my deep love for you isn’t too late
211 · Oct 2017
Memories
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
In the midst of the darkness
a wandering mind is elsewhere
in scenes that replay
purging a spectrum of thoughts
experiences
pains
sorrows
into one grand collage
of moments that instead
Should be flushed from
ones mind than constantly
be a reminder of such a
pitifully tragic life
199 · Apr 2017
True Love
Eleanor Sinclair Apr 2017
I love you more than life
We sit ignoring all the strife
We hug and kiss and share a laugh
One, maybe two or more than a few
The long days end when we lay in bed
Time stands still
You are my thrill
All I care for and long to keep
Is your warm touch
And blissful sleep
Forever
199 · Sep 2017
Lost
Eleanor Sinclair Sep 2017
The world is lost in my eyes
He picks up the pieces
He actively tries
But what of hope is alive
Despite all the hardships
Why do we strive
Do we keep it here for ourselves
Is there a point to this
Collecting dust on the shelves
Our brains are taught not to think
Unable to learn
Our ideas don't link
We get caught up with the time
To forget our duties
Is it a crime
We suffer and feel all the pain
We look at others with hate
And disdain
When will we be happy again
I cannot answer now
And I don't know when
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2018
See there's a life I live in public
and one a little more reserved
The first makes me feel sick
the latter more preserved

We wear a mask that we sometimes share
wondering what face to show
One used here and one used there
questioning where each should go

Perhaps there is a compromise
in this hellish seeming turmoil
I forgot... I got lost in your eyes
as it moves from simmer to boil

What to do about such a complex issue...
What if I stood in front of the world and attempted to kiss you?
Mon ami, I'm hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you
188 · Mar 2018
Mirror, Mirror
Eleanor Sinclair Mar 2018
O' little girl why are you so unhappy?
You tread to and fro
Holding yourself in misery
You grunt and whine when you see yourself
What do you see little girl?
I see your beautiful hair
I see your progressively slimming figure
Everything about you is changing
Yet you still look unhappy
Who made you so little girl?
Who filled you with woe little girl?
Back and forth in a nervous rage
Like a ballerina ready to take the stage
You pace and pander and swiftly look away
As though the next image you see will be different
That you'll get what you want if you just steal one more glance
You check the tightness of your shirt and the fit of your pants
To love is to understand
Little girl, you don't have a chance
177 · Dec 2018
Sing With Me
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2018
Sing with me
Whether we’re laying in the bed of a hotel room, half past three
Or sitting in a car, well past dark
Listen to our hearts and recite our lovely parts
Hum along to our sacred song as we watch the sun set over the endless horizon
And I’ll beg that you sleepily sing again with me as we watch it rise in the morning
I’ll kiss your sweet lips before the cup of coffee does
And our departing hug will be magic and snug as we say our goodbyes before the morning dew
I’ll hear you whistle along to our tune and I know when you come home you won’t have to sing alone
We are better together- a duet cannot work unless both parts are heard
Sing with me till the sands of time run out
Cast away the doubt that our love won’t sprout wings and take us to distant lands where we may forever walk together, hand in hand
176 · Oct 2017
Red
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
Red
Depression is running through my head
Why am I alive, I should be dead
These thoughts, they cope inside of me
I'd much rather just set them free

These scars I've made
These cuts with my blade
I can't stop now, it's been forbade

I'm so close, near death now
The sorrow, the sadness, I'll soon drown
Anxiety, insomnia, the list goes on
I can't continue, this feels wrong

My life will end, I can see the light
It's finally over, no need to fight
The angels are waiting
My inner demons are dead

The depression is no longer running through my head

Roses are red
My blood is too
It's all over the floor and you never knew
My body is cold and lifeless indeed

My wrists they still continue to bleed
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