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 Jan 2014 Eliza
Elli
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 Jan 2014 Eliza
Elli
You have to know how to shoot
In order to be with me
Know that I'm a danger
Even to myself
If I tell to you run
Don't look back
Because I don't trust myself
And neither should you
I'm a loaded gun
Never to be trusted
We can pretend,
But a love like this
Wouldn't last
 Jan 2014 Eliza
Fatıma
Life
 Jan 2014 Eliza
Fatıma
Inhaling
air of cold and treachery

Exhaling
air of longing and love

Attempting
grip the stars of infinite exuberance

Failing
return to fraught hypocrites

Mounting
pillars of sound hope

Faltering
reach the luminous sphere

Ceasing
contemplate the gift before me

Relinquishing
tamed tender desires

Accepting
beauty and ugliness

Persistent
cycle of life
 Jan 2014 Eliza
Desmond Lane
Bittersweet.
And memories of melodies
And Saturday and lies
And motion and immobile
And sand and sea and sky
And friction burns on finger-tips
And any kind of drug
And mercenary changes
And take it with a shrug.
And mornings from the night before
And washing out the stains
And all this joy and comedy
And causing so much pain
And decadence
And cheap pretence
And lie awake all night
And turning round to see you’ve gone
And giving up my sight
And all my lover’s finery her perfume
And her kiss, her love
And her rejection
And all the things I miss
And all my lovers finery her perfume
And her kiss, her love
And her rejection
And all the things
I
Miss…
 Jan 2014 Eliza
Fatıma
You again
 Jan 2014 Eliza
Fatıma
Once again 
you have intruded- 

forcing my attention from 

painful 

self recrimination



You always appear

With your beautiful words

Like uninvited roses

Or- Sunstreams

Piercing the clouds
 Jan 2014 Eliza
wax
suburban grave
 Jan 2014 Eliza
wax
floating down the streets the october air gives me brainfreeze
i recognise nothing but the gloomy nightfall which follows me
the suburban cemetery walls are caving in
and the rotting leaves strewn over the pavement smell like death
they crunch like bones under my boots
the oak trees are stripped to their skeletons
the damaged skies are leaking darkness and staining the clouds
the icy metal of your door handle is burning me
maybe there’s a fire behind these walls
but there’s no windows to look through so I can’t tell
please let me in
they’re coming for me again
everything is fading to black and i can’t breathe
im choking on glacial words like blocks of ice in the back of my throat
but you still tell me to cool down
when everything i ever needed was knitted into the warmth of your embrace
 Jan 2014 Eliza
Fatıma
Hued
 Jan 2014 Eliza
Fatıma
Curvaceous fringe of her physique
Emphasized by the fuchsia garment cordially shaping her commendable Figure

Impeccable

Fortunate I am in possession of her Wondrous, voluptuous
Breath of life

Where I delicately whistled
Love-permeated air
Now an integrant part
Of me

Hue of
Voices
Sensations
Affections
Accomplished with every touch she grants

"Silence will suffice your devotion of love" I retort
When impotent she is
To declare her love

Don't complain
Don't ask

Just love me
Till I die
You look an untold age
When I look through you I see only mystery
A body so young
And a mind so wise

To understand the translucent shadow
A pawn staring at a giant
Incredible power diluted only by your surroundings

I see you time and time again
But the shadows hide me from your sight
The light you shine is a plague
That spreads to all with an open mind

You are a wild stallion trotting where you please
A gate holds you that one day you will jump
Unbound you will run free
No one will slow you
Impossible to predict your course
But you will roam at the top
Free from any chain

For now I walk in the shadows
One day I will dance with the angle
The heart is a scary thing
The distraction pure beauty
The curse is loss
The gift something worth caring for

Angle you play a melody to your father
In one hand you hold a key to unlock peoples hearts
In the other you hold a pen to challenge ones thinking
A pedestal you stand on for others to observe
 Jan 2014 Eliza
Amelie
The radio is blasting words I don't quite understand,
My right hand's still holding an unlit cigarette
It's 6 in the morning, worst time of any day,
I feel today's gonna be as blurred as yesterday.

And you are still there, in my freaking mind,
Why can't you just go away. Please go away.
And you are still there with your freaking smile,
Please go away, even if it's just for a while.

There's a bottle of Jack Daniels hidden under my bed,
And there's the bottle of your perfume on my bedside table.
Some may say it's a mistake to keep smelling your scent,
But I'm lonely and I believe I'll go where you went.

Don't worry my dear I'll soon be by your side,
Even if there are some things I'm not allowed to say to you
Like the fact that I'm still so deeply in love,
And that you're the only one I can think of.

It's always okay in the end.
So I guess we never really reached the end together.
I suggest we just go back right to the start,
If you wish to give us another chance - at last...
Je suis totalement irrécupérable. Trop d'espoir en moi.
 Jan 2014 Eliza
wounded
i speak to the night and she always speaks back
lending me whispers and words to rend my weaving thoughts
in that moment between dreaming and sleep;
the one that lasts a life age
near the precipice, the one that undesirably breaks you free
ever so slightly
and then suddenly (maybe)
rips you away from the world that melds the real
and unreal
the true and the false
the dream and those harsh undreamt realities
that exist in all times, but never seem real when you’re free of their clutches.
we are one, we are all connected
our synapses are linked, our electrons shared,
our every thought a memory,
shooting through space like lightning
and written in the stars on our darkest of days
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