ellie danes

ellie danes Mar 2014

come over
and we'll play scrabble
and drink cheap wine
until we're both too weary
to remember
that we're just friends.

short scribbles // late night fantasies

ellie danes Feb 2014

insomnia

at 3am, you can almost always find me
wide awake with a cold cup of black coffee
obsessively reading books on astrology
in a desperate attempt to understand you.
at 4am, you can almost always find me
listening to all the songs that remind me of you
on repeat; crying along to their tune
at 5am, you can almost always find me
frustrated that i can't sleep because all
i can do is wonder if you're dreaming of me.

late nights/early mornings.

ellie danes Feb 2014

*******

it's funny
how you can
not give a ****
about your future
until you're on the brink
of losing it.

i've made way too many mistakes.

ellie danes Feb 2014

emily

I came across a Weeping Daisy
            Cowering away from the sun;
In the middle of a field of Poppies
            Wilting one by one.

The Night washed over the flowers;
            The moon shed its light below;
And in the witching hour they danced
            In the moonlight to and fro.

for a contest in my english class for whose poem seemed most dickinson-esque; I won

ellie danes Feb 2014

untitled

When you said goodbye, you told me
"Love is a garden; it goes in and out of season."
Now as I slather my toast with orange marmalade,
Mon Amie La Rose plays in my head
And I can't help but cry as it reminds me of you.

this poem had to include metaphor, color, spoken words, a song title, and something sticky in 5 lines

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