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Your name is written across my bed
And I cannot sleep in the same room
For fear you will invade my dreams
And when I wake up your hand will be nowhere to be found
And you are gone
You are gone
You are gone


You are gone.

She stole your heart and the rest of you followed
Looking for it in all the wrong places
I captured a piece of our memories in my hands
The ones you gave to me, and the ones I stole from you
I put in a box in my heart
Like the poems I wrote in my head
I keep them warm and loved
For you to one day remember
Each night I look at them and let them shine a little
Let them hope a little
Hope you will come knocking
And all the memories will burst alive
So you'll realize
I can carve you a brand new heart
A brand new love
And maybe you'll learn to love me
As much as I do you
come out, come out, come to me
Don't make a sound

            This
                  Heavy lit room
       Suddenly blanketed in
  Pure darkness
       Is
              The perfect atmosphere
        To get closer
       & steal each others heart
             To
        Strangle this
                  Ever growing
                                  Twisted knot
                 In Our Bellies
           Silence these fears

        Make us
                       Immortal

           Gather our sawdust memories
                & complete them
Accompany me
                     On these streets of stone
  So
            I don't have to walk
                                Alone
Really stressed
Serenity Elliot Sep 2014
Girl in white,
Soon you will dream,
I’ll try not to scream,
As you go, into the light.
You’ll smile and say,
Now is the day,
We’ll go far away,
With our hands clasped so tight.

I hope the sun decides to shine
Through the drifting blinds,
And the warmth will flow
from your eyes to mine.
The butterflies will mirror
How your soul takes flight,
As you ride that tall ship into the light.

The perfume,
It won’t fade
As your last song,
Is made,
Your flowers will be laid
On the earth, damply fresh.
The stars will shine,
and we’ll drink red wine,
Your favourite lines, forever
Etched, into our minds.

The moths will be tied
To your dress just outside,
It’s a message to the world,
The most sublime of signs.
The ocean will whisper
Secrets, throughout the night
I’ll keep your candle burning, always bright.

The books that we read, lying out on your bed
Not a tear I’ll shed
As the words, spin around,
Buried deep in my heart.
In them I’ll try to see
Why death is free,
You didn’t seem scared to me
When the wind echoed
‘depart’.

Your hair was intertwined
As the petals aligned,
A golden sweet glow,
From your toes to your spine.
I’ll sit here in the silence
I know I am in your sight
And when time takes me to you, I’ll alight.
Just Melz Sep 2014
I just wanna go home
But I don't know where *home
is
Is it that place where I have a bed?
Where I have my TV hooked up,
and I pay the rent?
Where the bills are in my name,
and my kids have their own room?
Where I walk outside and wave to my neighbors while I check the mail?
Cause that doesn't feel like home,
It's not the place that I wanna go,
It's not where I feel loved, it's not where I can be held when slowly drift off to sleep.
It's not the place I imagine in my dreams.
Home is not simply a place or bed to rest my weary head
It should be warmth, comfort and safety
A place filled with love for me and my family
That place where I have a bed to sleep and I call my nightmares dreams
It's just a house to keep my family living safely
It's not where I wanna go
*I wanna go home
Serenity Elliot Sep 2014
A frangipani candle,
Sandalwood perfume
The shimmer of the shadows,
That light up the room

A hard covered book
With a silver inscription,
Warm jasmine tea,
Baklava from the kitchen

Soft red lipstick
And a robe of white silk
Dark lash rimmed eyes,
A bath of rose petals, floating in milk

Sweet drifting music
From the balmy outside,
The chirping of cicadas
And the whisper of the tide

Gentle gold jewellery
Which can carry you away
A feather pillow on the wooden floor,
The start
                          To the end
                                                       Of the day
Serenity Elliot Sep 2014
I remember your breath,
In the room without death,
You were ranting so strange with your hands.
Stroking your hair,
In the perfumed air
While the blossoms
Lay still on your land.

And those were the days,
And that was our world,
We were running from the filth
And the cash.
And I was in love
With your eerie kind soul,
I still have your
White ribbon sash.

But you weren’t aware,
With the books in your head,
Amongst the butterflies drifting around.
You weren’t aware,
With your bright shining hair,
Just sleep now,
You’re sleeping now,
Just sleep now,
You’re awake now,
Your fingertips gracing the ground.

I remember your breath,
In the room without death,
Your jewels useless,
They lay on the mat.
We sat and we sang,
Ignoring the bang,
As the prisoners were shot through their hats.

And then closing your eyes
From the outside noise,
That tried to sneak up under the door.
You sighed out a song,
You said ‘God no more’
I have lived well
Though I didn’t live long.

And you floated away,
Like a white feathered moth,
Your face
It was warmed by the sun.
You floated away,
On that tropical dusk day,
You’re asleep now,
Please just sleep now,
You’re asleep now,
A constant dream now,
Stop feeling the earth down

It’s done.
Pilot Sep 2014
Leave me here,
In this room with no color.
In this room where the clock keeps ticking
and the television only plays static.

Here I sit in silence,
Nothing to comfort me.
No food to eat and nothing to drink.
No way out, just one way in.

I lay with my head down on a cold table,
below the air conditioner vent.
There's either a dozen pair of eyes staring,
or six people turning away.

If they could, my hands would reach out.
Yet I lack the vigor and I lack the strength.
Seems I've left myself at home,
Because I'm not entirely here.
Chloe Elizabeth Sep 2014
We fell in love here,
in this room,
under these blankets

Spilling our words to the quietness of our heart beats
and feeling the spaces in between our fingers
until our eyes couldn't take it anymore

We fell apart here,
on this bed,
heads on these pillows

Fighting to spit out the right words to fix us,
yelling over our thundering heart beats
and wishing sleep would take the pain away

I still feel you here,
under this ceiling,
within these painted walls
and I miss you

By Chloe Elizabeth
It's 8:49 p.m. and yeah
liz Sep 2014
31
5 steps to walk out of the room.
23 steps to make it to the front door.
2 steps to be one with the wind.
1 step to follow a dream.

5 times you fell.
23 times you didn't believe.
2 times you almost did.
1 time you gave up.

5 ways to handle this.
23 ways to make an excuse.
2 times to get rejected.
1 time to put it to sleep

31 roads and excuses to no where
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