#arguments
i'm a little kid.
sitting at the top of the staircase late at night,
listening to my sister and parents argue.
all of a sudden,
i've grown up.
i'm a teenager,
but i still sit there and listen,
just like i used to.
all of a sudden,
i'll have moved out.
i won't be able to sit there at the staircase and listen,
but i'm okay with that.
as long as she's still here with me.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:32 AM UTC
No One Should Be Exiled
For Their Beliefs.
We All Have The Opinion—
It IS All Our Own.
So, Why Find The Differences
And Argue About Those.
We Are All Being Singled-Out
Because We All Have One;
A Difference Of Opinion
That Is All Our Own.
©2026Ellen Finn
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC
I had few dates (5) before leaving for college.
- thanks again covid -
so my experience was practically irrelevant.
When it came to love I knew nothing.
I was an unseasoned chicken.
In an argument, I had no social currency,
no litany of my love’s starry predecessors to hype.
In a crunch, I can’t always articulate feelings I’m struggling with -
we’re not all song writers or poets.
What I have is my own brand of cringe rawness -
but breakthrough moments require honesty - don’t they?
Ok, here it is:
You’re not a single song.
You’re a playlist, a no-skip album
that needs playing at max volume.
Your passions, talents and emotions
make the unmistakable soundtrack of you.
And I love it.
.
.
Songs for this:
Baby Steps by Olivia Dean
sunshine! by Hangsung
Genius (feat. Gush) by C2C
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 11:54 AM UTC
How can I unmake indignant hands,
rolled, into fists?
If I kiss the fingers, will they unfold,
like celestial doors,
and beckon me in?
If I traverse your lifeline,
with softened eyes, and lips,
will we time skip,
Into a time, and place,
that's better, than this?
Even in thunder,
you dwell
at the center, of me.
I wonder,
would you melt...
with my hand, on your cheek.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 8:16 PM UTC
Sometimes I don't wanna share
The same space with ya
Here we go again
With my chaos
With my cold affection
With my what you call
All the time
"This fake love"
It's classic
Always happens
Right?
Is supposed to happen..
To everyone
Did I ever even feel a connection
Did you?
Constant
Chameleon
To your changing tune
Switch up the trope
Wonder if you even knew me
'cause I been roughing it
And showing you my tummy
When I'm belly up
Come wanna show you underneath
But you would c
Keep it safe for me
Classic uncomfortability
Wanna unsee certain sides of you
I'm expected to accept
Sometimes I don't wanna
Talk it out
Because I forgot how to
And where to start
I've been told every connection
Has it hardships
Is this separation average
Or am I emitting negativity
Causing our love to die?
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 5:31 PM UTC
A FOREST encircles us,
'Round our merry abode
Just beyond the river
Where falls the Autumn leaves
Spirits sow and fret
About in the treeline yonder
They laugh and dance;
And snicker at our petty little abode
Every evening of this Autumn
Has been their grandest theatre
The woman with running mascara
And eyes damasked in red
The husband raises his voice,
Like the church's choir bells
He knows not what he wroughts
And only the Forest may ever know
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
The morning sun reflects
Across the leaves of the red-tipped photinia,
Flowing forth to accent the brilliant
White of the oak leaf hydrangea.
Peacefulness rests solidly on the scene.
There is time for talk and a chance to listen.
Life is calm, except for the roughness at the edges.
Disagreements suddenly become prominent.
How does one disagree?
When do topics become as rough as sandpaper?
How hard does one scrape the soft edges of ideas?
If rubbed too deeply, do emotions sour, curdling like overnight cream left unrefrigerated?
Can we play with these ideas like juggling bottles in the air?
If they are dropped, are they erroneous, becoming shards swept to the garbage?
Righteousness and reason override relationships. We must think alike if we are to be maintained.
Midday has arrived; sunshine dominates. Hydrangeas and the red-tipped leaves now glow the shade of seafoam,
Shining as clearly as a meadow.
Have our ideas become more lucid, more detailed, more correct?
Were we willing to discard what was deemed baggage, too wrong to carry beyond today?
What too has become of us together? Did our arguments massage so intently our intellects that the bruising might not heal?
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
When you go
go gentle,
do not slam the door
slip quiet from the world without a sound,
no harsh and bitter aloe words
leave them unsaid
that time has passed
you cannot make amends
this is where it ends,
so go with grace
still your quarrelsome tongue and heart
depart
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
So dies the day
In chilly silence with a promise broken
falling night, drinks the light
and pulls the curtains on our words unspoken
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC
I may be young,
But I'm not stupid,
I'm not unscarred.
Who gave you the authority,
To tell me how I should use art,
For if it wasn't for this outlet,
I don't think I would be here today.
So can't we shake hands,
And understand,
Not everyone walks for the same reasons.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC
A fact is a non-arguable statement,
But a statement is defined fact,
Through observations and experimentation.
Today a fact was patented,
By the college of my love for you,
The fact is; You are beautiful, that is it.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
I choose my battles wisely
I choose my words carefully
I know when to retreat
I know when to be quiet
and my silence says everything
but it’s her lack of understanding
that will not listen yet she continues on
as all sense and logic goes out the window
I watch the lips move frantically
I watch the chin quiver like an earthquake
I watch the inferno eyes flare up wildly
as sour tears roll down sullen cheeks
I remain unresponsive and copacetic
which drives her into total madness
more and more she continues on
as my nerves grind down to sulfur
and my worth gets skinned alive
she has stripped away everything of mine:
happiness, joy, dignity
there’s nothing more for me to do here
but sit and wait in my own mind.
I wait for the energy to deplete
I wait for the useless rancor
and rage to die down
I wait for the flustered face
to release the stress and fear.
better days will come, this I’m sure of
but not right now, right now I’m thinking about picking up my daughter from trick
or treating while she slams doors and hyperventilates over things
I couldn’t quite possibly
comprehend.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 7:42 PM UTC
My grey blue eyes look for something
to grasp onto in the torrent of my emotions, but I need not look any deeper
than my love for you.
Although, I have despised you,
when you berated my name
under your breathe more than once
but I still found myself loving you again.
Your mindless antics threw me to the wind
when our love was a double-edged sword,
mingling our vigour and passion
as bitter words were spat and scored.
This burning strength of mine
was once a weapon yielded tightly
as my heart beat faster, and my thoughts were once a force to be seldom reckoned with.
Yet, when infuriated I found peace quickly,
and I finally understand why at times
I fought so hard for you,
and why I chose to make a stand.
I did not want to hurt you but,
I longed for you to see
that I wanted you to love yourself
as much as you loved me.
I did not want to hurl my words
and create a storm across an ocean,
but instead to love you as deeply
as the tides of my emotions.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC
The memories fade milliseconds before I drown in another one
Frozen in fear at the irreversible end of an uncorked weapon
A canon hand cannon
Staring down the rifled barrel of a hunting gun
I can't comprehend the timing of when to run
Most always find myself in a state of stun
Literally can't remember, oh what have I done...
©2024
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 5:44 PM UTC
It’s Friday afternoon. Anna, Lisa, Leong and I are sitting around our common room - sagging actually - after a long day.
“I need a break,” I said, “now’s the time - today, this day - it's been a long week.” “Document,” Leong affirmed.
“Sometimes you gotta..” Anna faded out letting an arm flop like a dead soldier.
“Let’s go OUT to dinner somewhere,” I said, “my treat.”
“We can eat for free here,” Leong said.
“We might have to economize someday,” I said, a little annoyed, “but it won’t be today.”
“Can you believe we just came back less than a week ago?” Lisa asked.
“I can’t,” Leong said.
“It’s shocking,” Anna sighed, winding a ring of her auburn hair around her index finger.
“I’ve lived many lives since then,” I admitted.
“On Wednesday,” Leong began, “I was like, I feel like I’ve been here for weeks.”
“It’s coming up on time to leave!” Anna exclaimed.
“And leave for a WHILE,” Lisa undogged.
“I’m VERY excited to leave for a while,” Leong laughed.
“It’s going to happen,” I said, like a prayer.
“Then we can come back and be like, I’m glad to be here” Lisa said
“After you’ve been gone for a while, you DO miss it.” Anna admitted, shrugging.
A hot moment later, I asked Lisa, “Should I use this for a poetry pic?” Turning my iPad in her direction, “Yeah,” she says laughing. “My hair looks like I’m coming out of a cocoon.” I added.
“You know when you don’t have enough pictures for an Instagram post?” Lisa asked, looking critically through the pics we took last night. “Look,” she says, sharing them up to our 55” TV.
After a few, I said, “Lisa and I were talking about this yesterday,” turning to Anna and Leong, a little exasperated, “Lisa, has all of these pics of me with my underwear and it’s like..”
“Wait!,” Lisa gasped, NOT on purpose! That makes it sound.. don’t SAY THAT like THAT,” she laughs.
“And it’s just like.. you don’t need to share those,” I laugh, waving my arms.
“You’re making me sound like a ********* Lisa snickered.
“I’m not a baby!” I hooted.
“They're not at ALL ****** Anna noted.
“I’m not saying THAT,” I winced.
“When we're drunk, at home, snapping pix and we’re wearing these little dresses..” Lisa begins, “it’s not like I’m taking pictures of your underwear” she stammers laughingly.
“There are angles and there are angles where you see!” I point at the example on the screen.
“We were drunk!“ Lisa said, “I wasn’t trying.. YOU were drunk too!” She said, counteroffensively.
“But you were CrAzY,” I laughed.
“Crazy,” Lisa laughed, “Yeah, anyways - why’d you have to say that? You took similar pics.” Lisa added, smiling knowingly.
“No one gets to see them,” Leong said, she’s new to Instagram and Lisa is usually her mentor.
“They do if they’re public,” I noted, pointing to the little icon.
“Shut up!” Lisa snapped, “I EDIT them before I post them - blur things or whatever!”
“Ok, I said, “We don’t need to do this now.. you brought pix up.” I held up my hands in surrender.
“Jesus Christ, merzy, murble flurble,” Lisa muttered, her voice fading out into incoherence.
“But If you wait, save the good picture for a dump - then, it’s too far away to post.” Leong said.
“Well, that’s not true, I don’t believe that.” Anna chirped in, “a cool pic is always welcome.”
“I don’t like dumps,” I said, “I don’t want to scroll through a ton of someone’s pix, it’s tiring.”
“If you’ve A cool pic or even one kind of cool pic, then everyone knows what’s up, Anna offered.
“Ethos 2024,” I pronounced.
“Post whatever,” Lisa updogged, as I dabbed my lips with lip gloss.
“Can I borrow your lip gloss?” Lisa asked me, rubbing her chapped lips.
“Sure,” I said, handing it over. Yeah, we argue like sisters but friendship involves nuance and shared understandings.
“Your parents are back in Ukraine - ya? Leong asked me, “Are you going to Lisa’s? (for Christmas)”
“It’s been agreed,” I confirmed, smiling.
“We gonna tear it UP!” Lisa laughed and we high-fived, smiling in anticipation.
Slang..
Document = true, fact
Dec 12, 2023
Dec 12, 2023 at 9:17 PM UTC
Powers of side-ways laughs...
Kick of light into a searched for kiss
Make and meant, are we a hopeful hath?
Sure, the toil of adding ourselves, to a heart to miss?
Suddenness
And the game of can't and won't
Wished for a friend in hollow limelight, a ridiculing guest?
The taken hiss, for a wishful smile; arduous but don't...
How, or wisdom?
Or, the tale of significance
With a moment to share even kind, to these we dumb?
But a shadow of history is a muse to the light, we sense...
Any and all, to a thing of since, we are to be...
In the hands of deference, where one more step is a being
Hour, to which selfish is a range of voice, in all anarchy
We save a friends time with sour regrets, in the name of simply seeing
Martyrs of deliberate quote and silence from a boat...
Together they make a notion, to tell the truth...
West with a capable soul, the tale has become a superior love...
Argued by you and me, see the head for simplicity, that is youth...
Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 6:12 PM UTC
It’s 6:15pm. Peter, Anna, Sophy and I are studying in the common room of our suite.
“We need to get serious,” Peter whispered, but there was no subject in the declaration, so I was left confused and uncommitted, “about getting serious,” he clarified.
“I’m not sure I can get serious about a guy who doesn’t separate whites and darks in the laundry,” I say, gently.
“No,” he said, shaking his head in brief vibration, “we need to get serious about DINNER.”
“Oh!” I said, maybe a little too relieved.
“Ha!” He chortled, “YOU overthink everything!” He said, nodding his head up and down to prove it was true. “And speaking of laundry,” he continued, seeing me start to open my mouth, “the other night YOU asked me if your pastel purple ******* should go with the whites or darks - so I must be an EXPERT!”
I laughed at the idea of his laundry expertise, sailing in from out of the purple like that, it was haywire. “Well,” I said, becoming introspective, “I didn’t know you’d hold onto that question like a grudge,” I said, in quiet, wounded accusation, “from now ON, maybe you should stay as far away from my ******* as possible.”
“What are you two grousing about NOW?” Anna asked, looking up from her computer. “You guys are like an old married couple.”
“True THAT.” Sophie said, like a judge right before knocking her gavel to finalize a ruling.
“We weren’t arguing!” I said, looking around confusedly. I looked at Peter, who was smiling broadly, “Were we?”
“Nope,” he said, wrapping his arm around me in a bearhug, “we were flirting.”
Sep 22, 2022
Sep 22, 2022 at 2:43 PM UTC
air deleted from the room
vacuum of mausoleum silence
violence played quiver on your lips
lids of eyes made twitches
itchiness blazed over my skin
thin words introduced
' i hate you '
mournful
cold said hurt true
ALLITERATION VERSION :
air
drawn deep
deleted from the room
vacuum
vacancy for silence
violence volunteers corrugations
across your visage
triage
composure
betraying twitches
itches blaze over my skin
thin words induced
' i hate you'
mournful
cold said hurt true
May 29, 2022
May 29, 2022 at 1:21 PM UTC
Tears are falling
pit pat
pit pat
A single thought, uttered
From a dark place, unwanted
pit pat
pit pat
Violent, harsh, and completely unmeant
A brutal call from the void
pit pat
pit pat
I hope you can forgive me
I understand if you can't
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 4:34 PM UTC
The touch of her hand on mine, fingers clasped tightly.
Her arms wrapped around me, squeezing the life out of me.
Her lips, soft and light as heaven's touch, they part, and
God, you always sound like an angel when you tell me you love me.
I wish I'd remember when we argue, so I can change.
I wish I didn't only remember these things after we fight, maybe things would end differently.
I'm afraid one day it will be too late.
Please, never let it be too late.
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
all weight
and meaning
is not to be found
in the substance itself
there are spaces
between words;
pauses and pregnancies
or an absence altogether
that contains more
than semantics ever could
the trouble is finding
a balance that punctuates
the message appropriately;
otherwise you just
seem lost
or
disinterested
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 7:21 AM UTC
the time that you told me to die
was painful that I didn't even try
slapping you
I don't know if you lied
but all I knew was it was possible
that you wished I did
I tried to make it up to you;
avoiding hurting you
with the fist,
and temper of mine
I just wished you noticed that I tried;
Yes, I've grown distant,
trying to find one's self;
I was occupied, sad, and alone.
Too busy to find friends,
that won't discard me when I needed someone
I guess that I pushed you away
so that you won't be like me.
An envious, gullible fool
but
as I did,
the more you become
a little more
like me.
We're the opposite of each other
but undeniably similar.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 5:36 AM UTC
How do we clash
so harsh
and yet sparse
but it lasts
anger blush
as we laugh
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 8:39 AM UTC