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olena May 2015
i'm gonna take a shot in the dark
i'm gonna guess this is the end of
what you could never start
heartbreaking
at the back of the line
it's that symmetry
that keeps your eyes on the prize

i'm gonna build you an arena
i'm gonna build you an arena

you were blood and thunder
you were like no other

i'm gonna take a shot in the dark side
you're up to what you don't know
but i know that you lie
we were the
fire
fire
fire
if you're not burning alive,
you can call me a liar

i'm gonna build you an arena
This poem became the first song I've ever written. I started it in English class and I never let go.
olena May 2015
last night;
our neighborhood was screams
of awe and fear
both were unfamiliar

silent impact
our moon was tilted on its side
it rattled and grew closer
monstrous and looming
larger
          than
                  life.

our moon
stretched our tides until they snapped
coasts held hostage and cities blank
planes dropped like birds
plucked
        away
                from
                      our blue canvas.

it was a beacon of terror
man once set foot upon
neap tides now creep tides
a mother hen
          gone
                 rogue.
If the moon was shifted toward the earth.
olena May 2015
tell me that my hair is darker than the night
and that you'd rake your fingers through it's black ink
   tell me that you wouldn't change it for the world
that it contrasts my skin and it takes the color out of
                                                                            dominoes

   tell me that my brown eyes are fine and
they will never, not ever lose sight of you. tell me
  that though they tremble and waver now that
i will catch glimpses of beautiful things, if not now
                                                                              soon
tell me that i fit you
olena May 2015
i'm lost somewhere familar
looking at ashy knees in
bath suds with disdain
rose petals sprinkled away

have the loftiest abode
have the airiest dresses,
but i never had auburn tresses
like hers
i was charcoal in
comparison

one of the desert girls;
candles flickered the way
she'd bat her eyelashes
bringing hands to my eyes
i lie on the floor
and i lie to them more
a nightgown hangs the way
the pale moon
did

carpet kissing my bare feet
rosy knuckles grasping a storm
the lake foams over in it's wake
who saves you now
Based off the song and video for End Of The Line by Sleigh Bells. I tried to match the visuals and give it a story.
olena Jun 2015
and if it feels like
you're seeing double and
living through a time-lapse
you are alive

if it feels like
you're on a train to
nowhere
getting wind caught in your hair,
oh, you're alive

and if it hurts, you'll be alright
olena May 2015
With meadow eyes come daisies and trouble.
Flowerbeds picked on and whimsiness doubled.
Green green greeny eyes.

— The End —