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Eleanor Jan 2021
Tell me
I am a chorus bird who forgot her song
Let my lungs reach a pitch
Not fall to disuse
Is anything wrong
What is so wrong
Can't you write it or tell me
In a language I speak
With a chirp from your beak
Use it for song
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me where I went wrong
Eleanor Jan 2021
He taunts me with praise
I am disillusioned each night
Terror reigns over me during the day
Doesn't he want me like he did yesterday?
A paralyzing fear of inadequacy
Who is to blame
When nothing has changed
Praise me, Love me, Challenge and **** me
But don't leave me here to question
Where I went wrong
Eleanor Jan 2021
Enthralled in rapture, he removes the hair out of my sight, holds my face in his palms, tells me to look at him right
"In the eyes," and he says "I love you so much."

Together our bodies,
A magic I didn't know I deserved, falls over the room
I want him everlasting.
Eleanor Jan 2021
A moment plays meek in my mind
Knowing the dark
Feeling the pain from moment to moment
We leave
Our own way
Finding lives
Redesigned dreams
Running away from the inability to cope
Eventually something to face
Which hurts to carry
A silhouette outside,
Eyes peering- feeling through my whole body
  Jan 2021 Eleanor
Lewis
spill, spill me
my intoxicating friend
your dark red lipstick
smooches on my tongue
take me to warm valleys
and flowing rivers
gush and pull me
my cheeks as red as wine
burn my throat and make me sing
acid in my cheeks
together we must dine
as we drink
the last of the january wine
Eleanor Dec 2020
I do not need to be wanted.
I
will birth babies,
make paintings,
I will cook and feed.
I am the sun,
living things flock to my sides.
I am a mother to the young,
I am an admiring sister to the beautiful,
I am a friend and lover of the distraught, of the hurt,
I am a child of education and curiosity,
I bloom
I dream
I ****
I consume
I dress
and I undress
until the days cease
and no breath draws from my lungs.
I am playmates with the moon...and you have permission to reject me,
because I am only in pursuit of the one
which can handle all I handle,
and love all I love.
Eleanor Dec 2020
I can't face you and tell you I love you, because my thoughts are too big and my mouth is too small. I want to carry every piece of you even if I know in the end, that I will fall.
* I sent him this poem. He said "It doesn't hurt to fall if you have someone to catch you."
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