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Eva Ellen Aug 2017
A man once told me, "Never write a movie where a man is left shouting after a woman who is sure to return"

I was raised by wolves and Don Quixote
lead with(in) the heart; regret with(in) the brain
dead weight hangs hungry in my chest
I see fear creep in my knees
my teeth are looking to be tested
my skin is stained like a constellation capricorn gemini pisces
I am my own galaxy:
only porcelain angels looking over me
backstage pass to my caterpillar identity crisis
My imagination (machinations of muddled emotions) was waiting for someone like you

His laugh rattles my subconscious and decomposes my rigor mortis
kiss youmeus like your tongue was made of money
finger me as much as I do my hair
I like sinking into your mind; it's warm in here
Eggs&Baco;;
bread & butter
you're the apple pie to my adam's apple (with all the cavities)
I'm a headless chicken framing instant coffee amber memories
ice cream melts the closer I get to the sun...

It rained today.
Some statues talk, some people have nothing to say;
who will you dip in gold and call your temple?
Why does it have to be art and not just us?
you're just another outlet mall; your sheep are in Leeds
the shoes are from your closet and I need reupholstering
my feet will go where they dare but
the yellow brick road is turmeric and
shame
I'm on a deserted island and all I see are birds
all my doors have a neon EXIT sign
It began and ended with the Space Odyssey-

"Martha!"
Eva Ellen Sep 2016
I'm lying & I'm thinking
under the sun's omnipresent gleaming
how to be a decent human being
but it's hard to stop from drinking
in the beauty that surrounds and distracts me

I'm only dreaming, only scheming
to think that any sort of feeling
will throw into doubt my belief in
that everything that I'm seeing
seems to be more important than any individual thought

I'm breathing & I'm sinking
more deeply into nature's pleasing
cherry blossom carpet, hearing
nothing but blue free birds singing
as they soar between my version of heaven & I

I am only speaking, only sleeping
on this hill; it seems that I am seeping
into the earth; a new beginning
to my mother's secrets I am listening
It looks like I got to be a decent human being
after all
Eva Ellen Jun 2016
My mind is a cavern
pulsing with secrets untold
But it's dark in here
Eva Ellen Jun 2016
Eyes closed--breathe in slow
My mind is somewhere only
I can go--thought floats
Eva Ellen Jun 2016
I think Icarus
fell to the cold dark blue
when his ice cream did
Eva Ellen Feb 2016
Mass incarceration.
****, I mean institution.
Forced vacation that I can't escape from.
So blessed and stressed, no choice but to blaze on.

Learning those ABC's & 1,2,3's
so I can get my  PhD,
but my mom only needed a ******* GED.
Grades so ******, professor thinks that I want a that D.
But, like *** that GSI is such a QT.

So which one of you liberal *****
do I have to ****
so I'm not ******--
living in the basement working at Starbucks?

Academia has done nothing but convince me
that my mind is empty.
At this point I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing.
Am I forever young and dumb
or is this a temporary vacancy?
Eva Ellen Jan 2016
Alzheimer's headaches
              Brain tangled like my headphones
Tied like a shoelace
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