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  Oct 2016 Ellie Sora
Seán Mac Falls
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Greatest eagle, black and white,
Tell me how to reach the skies—
Wander with wind into the night,
Are you lost like me when you fly?
I see you marking the flaming sun
And want to follow your windy path,
Rising after moon, majestic one—
What trials of life in your aftermath?
Ellie Sora Sep 2016
So tell me I wasn’t just a summer game
Tell me that you still feel the same
Tell me (again) that you have sympathies for me
Tell me that it’s not just “you” and “me”, but “we”
Tell me that there’s something wrong with your phone, that it’s broken
‘Cause you know (fair well) that I’m sensitive, don’t leave me heartbroken

Can you speak?
It’s okay even if you call me a freak
Just call
I’m still waiting and it’s already Fall

But no... You wanted to play
A game to occupy you for the summer not just a day
And you chose me to be that toy
That would make your summer joy

I know, next summer you’ll talk about me and laugh
You’ll tell the story, though you don’t know even the half
The half in which I could give you all
While you were using me as your doll
To play with only when you wanted to
The half in which I believed your every word was true
And... You’re good with lies, I’m sure you know
That’s why it was easy for you, to play your show
You don’t know half the story that you think
And, though I too thought that we don’t sync
At least I tried to make it work, to make you happy
While you thought only about youself, you never looked at me
And I tried
Now where’s your pride
Can you look me in the eye?
Give me some excuse, tell another lie
It was always just you
From the beginning to the end, you knew what to do

After everything ends
You’ll sit with your friends
You’ll tell them the story and laugh
But you won’t even know half
I was (and still am) too good for you
And I’ll find someone new
Someone who’d turn the world up-side-down for me
While you’re alone and blowing on your tea
‘Cause you can’t appreciate anyone
You please yourself and you think you’ve won
Pretend to love, play out your shows
Make ‘em fall for you and undress their clothes
But they’ll see the truth at the end
And you’ll be left with no friend
  Sep 2016 Ellie Sora
Pagan Paul
Take a peek inside his poems
if you really want to know him.
He hides himself deep, immersed
a tiny piece in every verse.

Take a peek and take your time
savour the moment of every line.
Relish the thought of what lies there
and appreciate his soul laid bare.

© Pagan Paul (31/08/16)
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  Sep 2016 Ellie Sora
Elizabeth Burns
Oh my love...
Oh my sweet, sacred heart...
Come here
Find your rest
Find a peace in Me you have never felt before...
For you are Mine
My Sinner, My Blood has conquered all you fear
You are Mine
You are broken
Weak
And the wings you are trying to fly with
Have been bashed and broken by this harsh world that carves their heartache into your pure heart
My Love
Listen to Me
I have the answers you seek
My Blood is the Saviour you need...
For I am The Prince of Peace
And you will find that insatiable desire in My Word
My Blood
Covers you, my soldier
You are My Warrior
And I need you to fight for Me
As I did for you...
As I bore myself bare for you
On that Cross...
I am your Saviour
Fight for Me in your Land.
  Sep 2016 Ellie Sora
Tommy Le
Solid thoughts float his mind.
Inside he trembles;
remembers whats left behind.
What he hates, he resembles.
What he wants, he can not find.

The long journeys eat away.
His skin is cracking.
No place to go or stay.
Body like a statue trying
to find something to say.

He can try to speak
and words flow.
But what came was a leak,
words not right to show,
words they did not seek.

He wants to cry,
But there are no tears.
One eternity to say goodbye,
and he gives into his fears.
He wishes that he could die.
I'm too young to understand
I'm too old to turn back
It's too early to give up
Too late to stay on track
Too strong to ask for help
But too fragile to survive
I'm too alive to not feel pain
But too dead to feel inside
I'm too trapped to believe
And too free to escape
I'm too safe to make a change
Too lost to find my way
I'm too close to let it go
I'm too far to see the light
I'm too calm to have the drive
And too angry to say it right
I'm too busy to take it on
And too idle to take a break
I'm too broken to be loved
But too loved to lie awake
  Sep 2016 Ellie Sora
E Copeland
1.      My mother’s mirror makes me look way better than any other mirror. I’m half convinced she put a spell on it or had it blessed to make me feel more beautiful. The way it reflects the light puts green specks in my eyes and a rosy sheen on my cheeks. It makes my hair look softer, my edges smoother. It takes away those fifteen stubborn pounds. I think, maybe, it just reflects my mother’s love.

2.      Red headed boys have it out for me. I have had my heart broken five times and four of those were by red headed boys. **** you, Ronald Weasley for igniting such an infatuation-no, obsession-at such a young age.  It seems that no matter how badly the fire burns, I always seek out another flame.

3.      The people who pass on before us are allowed to paint the sky when they feel like it is needed. Part of your welcome to heaven package is a paint brush. My papaw frequently sends me glorious sunsets and starry nights when he knows I’m feeling sad.

4.      The first time a rough boy put his hands on me, he didn’t do so in a mean way. We were young and he pretended to know what he was doing/pretended that it wasn’t wrong. The second time, he realized he now had control over me.  Though I was never forced, I was manipulated. I do not cry ****, but I still cry.

5.      Growing up Catholic taught me that *** before marriage is wrong. What if part of me thinks *** in general is wrong? What if I can’t take the *** without imaging the unwanted hands all over me? What if my mistakes have made me into an unlovable monster? What if I am too weak to say no to *** and too weak to say yes to love? What if I can fall in love or fall in ***, but never both? 

6.      My mother’s mirror makes me look way better than any other mirror. I know it is because I see my reflection the way my mother sees me: beautiful, strong, unbroken.
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