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 Jan 2018 Ellen Bee
vanessa ann
this is a tale
of two star-crossed lovers
with a love so powerful
they tainted the heavens
with bursts of colours

they were never meant to be;
mischievous little kids
finding love in sinful glee
in laughter, between dreams and reality

and though it was lawless,
they found solace
because in every prison,
they found a rhyme and a reason

but even for a love so great,
they could not escape
the fates’ wrath and envy

destiny pulled on their threads
cut them loose, thrusted them into misery;
for their memories were wiped clean,
but feelings remained as strong as they had ever been

the boy exiled in a far off land
across the pacific sea
the girl trapped in her need to break free
in a realm both boring and bland

ensnared in a labyrinth of woe
the lovers yearned for anything—
for something, for someone,
to obliterate this endless longing

the gods answered them
in the form of two loved ones
polished in every edge,
a perfect someone

but perfect felt too perfect
and not perfect enough
to fill up the hole
left by a perfectly imperfect

until one day the gods whispered
for the winds to push the two
and the birds to tug at their sleeves
over mountain and sea
even through the darkest valley
so their paths would finally meet

and so they did.

in the flurry of a moment
a pair of brown eyes met
and time was frozen
once more

the two stared intently
as if remembering a broken melody
a lost childhood song
branded as a wrong

the birds fluttered and flew
taking the cursed red fibre
snipped them in two
and the lovers felt all the lighter

it was the girl who spoke first:
“**** the stars.
i don’t want perfect,
i want you.”


eyes dazzling, the boy nodded:
“we’ll invert the universe—
the night sky a blank white
the stars pitch black
the earth moving in reverse”


the fates saw and surrendered
as the stars began to wither
for this love is love
in all its splendor

so the lovers walked away with a promise
under their breaths, they both swore:
“i lost you once,
but nevermore.”



they say no one can rewrite the stars,
so i propose we orchestrate supernovas.
 Nov 2015 Ellen Bee
Becca DeMateo
You're beauty
I'm the beast
I wish you would come save me...
I don't know this has been rewriting itself in my head for 3days now I figured I'd I didn't get it wrote down now then I never would
 Nov 2015 Ellen Bee
Becca DeMateo
The answer to life is death
 Nov 2015 Ellen Bee
Becca DeMateo
around the corner.
underneath  the table
it lays it waits
it speeks to me
when you see it dont run
stay and play
keep it warm
feel its power
understand it's love
don't be afraid
take it in
i want you to stay
 Nov 2015 Ellen Bee
Becca DeMateo
It's easy to be yourself
It's hard work to be beautiful,
Desired or even ****
I just, one day, want to be
All of those things
It breaks my heart that I can't be that for you
 Nov 2015 Ellen Bee
Becca DeMateo
To be happy is a distant thought
A washed up memory that never really exsisted
Lost in my soul from a place far far away
Dark and cold it lays
Never to return or see the light of day
My whole life I wanted to be happy
But now I'm just content.

Content knowing my destiny is to be a slave to life
Never live. Never have meaning. Never be happy.
 Nov 2015 Ellen Bee
September
Worri
 Nov 2015 Ellen Bee
September
It doesn't matter
what you tell me
and what I tell you.

You could be mine
and I could be yours
but twenty three days of silence
could write a lot more love letters
than us.
 Nov 2015 Ellen Bee
September
I wonder how many
solved games of solitaire
are equivalent to
an ******.
How many 1's can fit into a 2.
 Oct 2015 Ellen Bee
Morgan
it's too early to get drunk
& it's too late to go back to sleep
so i'll sit up in your bed,
pretending that i'm not in over my head.
you know,
my lungs have been full for years,
i've been breathing through a mask.
i get scared when you get close,
cause i'm afraid you'll hear
the machine tick
& you'll wonder how long i've been
on auto pilot like this.
you'll wonder if anything
i've done
was ever really real.
(of course not)
i have answers to the questions
that i know you'll ask
but lately you've been going off script
and i can't get a hold of it.
come kiss my thighs,
i'll make the noises
i'm supposed to make.
the ones that make your legs shake.
look me in the eyes,
i'll say the pretty words
you've been begging to hear.
the words that make your
stomach ache.
(i know you like it this way)
(i know you'd rather me pretend
than whither away)
so stop right there.
don't pick at my brain.
i know you can see
that it's only a scab,
and once it comes lose
there'll be nothing left
but blood beneath your nails
so,
porcelain love of mine,
with your dark red lips
& bright blue eyes,
don't you dare go searching
for something that
you're not ready to find
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