#attached
But we’re poets,
You know,
We get attached to certain words.
B** ’ *****,
Y** ****,
We *** ******** ** ******* words.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
Close, connected, and coiled like my own fingerprints,
A beautiful art crafted in my own design
With no prepared script, only intentions
That ache to be known, to be held.
The urge to wait
For someone to call, even send a text
A single thread holding two important souls.
A whisper in my head begs
For a whisper back to ease the tension.
I wait without knowing why.
In a room full of things, but empty
Thousands of questions left unanswered,
Hope so heavy it stretches every second into decades.
I make promises to myself,
And end up disappointing
The one I’m left with.
It’s easy to ignore everything
But impossible to avoid what’s already a need,
What breathes within me like oxygen
In my skin, in my being.
Our blood is thick,
Yet cannot be replaced by water.
Still, even blood
Is formed using water.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
The dangling leaf at the edge of a twig.
waiting to be caught by a gentle swig;
"Why not shall I, if you are awful dread,"
for he just slipped into the dreams ahead.
Swinging from side-to-side the leaf goes,
The blade; oh sweet, so smooth, tickles her toes.
His cunning eyes, glistening with mischief,
lets her slip away, the smile of relief.
The tender breeze tip-toeing at the edge,
waits until he searches her over the hedge.
Sweeping past the weightless sighs of the skies,
his heart races to the soft lullabies.
As his golden touch came into her sight,
She blushed and giggled; With a laugh so light.
The sly leaf crawled cozy on her lap.
With cheeks of caramel; there left no sap.
Up and down the hills, their happy feet rolled.
in the deep dark woods, hand-in-hand they strolled.
The great treows, all bowed with crowned heads, all low,
along they tracked their trails, each step so slow.
Red robins with voices beyond the lyre,
sang sweet songs that made them never feel tire.
Whispering secrets, hummed the swarm of bees;
as the shy sun melted into the seas.
Along the coastal strip, that's full of sand,
they built yellow sand castles, all so grand.
The leaf blade cut the black ebony doors.
The touch of the breeze smoothed all; sky loors.
Seeing the two hands being hold up tight,
the moon, into the sky, it took a flight.
Their irises bloomed like blue berry dyes,
when met upon their vulnerable eyes.
Over the glistening marine seas they flew,
as on their soft peach cheeks, the moonlight grew.
In the blue spotlight they began the dance,
as the stars shined out to take a good glance.
To borrow their small breaths the dolphins swam,
to light the scene the pearl glowed of Mr. Clam.
Their calm reflections followed as they go,
they held red roses in their merry slow row.
In the night skies they drew Andromeda,
racing a past the fastest comet-a.
Soon the days of sorrow began to rang,
seeing Venus, in the journey,—they sang.
The mighty seas who blessed, changed it's mind,
not gentle at all, he who was so kind.
Up roared the rough waves of anger and rage,
trying to force the leaf into a cage.
The entire scene of their story transforms,
from all directions, evoked thunder storms.
Their love never died, 'cause their hearts were strong,
for they wrapped themselves, to meet fate along.
Through the deathly grey-blue arcs the two rode,
holding each other not slipping the code.
Unexpectedly, her cheeks touched his nose,
The battles held on, to smile for a pose.
As the traitors left, the two of them knelt,
as inside them, tough heaviness they felt.
The shining edges of pure gold were all torn,
the sweet chuckles of the breeze, all were worn.
As they gently walked across the lawn,
bringing life back that came out at the dawn.
Bluish dew drops shone on green yards along,
as their hearts hummed, murmuring a soft song.
As they came to an old, forlorn cottage,
only dusted pots left with some potage.
A heap of ash lay in the frozen hearth,
No tender sprout grew in the near-by earth.
Flew the leaf with grey stones stitched to its bones,
holding shards of glass; the breeze runs and moans.
The two moved through the lonely dull walkway,
with fingers intertwined, no words to say.
They journeyed so far as long as they could,
for they didn't mind time, as if it's stood.
Their breaths smelled of a garland of daisies,
for they smelled pure joy like new born babies.
Underneath tall box-grey giants they roamed,
as thick black ***** swept past her hair—they combed.
The floor roared vibrations from everywhere,
folding the two into a dark nightmare.
As she let out a sneeze the leaf went low,
Into a white disc he crashed with a blow.
For they didn't know it's a busy road,
Into a cogged drain he fell like a toad.
Soaked in wet the leaf horribly howled,
she couldn't resist, the voice once crawled.
The worn breeze chased him ignoring each bent,
for she followed every echo that went.
The fragile curves of her lips all were snatched,
her white gown of silk, every part was scratched.
Her fingers reached out, but tears rolled down,
for they never touched his, in the harsh town.
Blocked her way the snow etched bars in the drain,
she burst up high in the midst of the rain.
Over the metals she ran on her way,
secretly listening to words he say.
Every inch went cold as winter arrives,
the leaf hid in the depths of frozen thrives.
The breeze lay her heart so low with blind eyes,
as the last ray faded into the ice.
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
When using an add-on text messaging app.
They glean all your data, to sell you more crap.
They bypass your rights when you click “I agree”.
No need to use money, their program is free.
It listens to every single word that you say.
Deciding which ads that are sent on their way.
We know now big changes are coming to us.
But before going forward, there are things to discuss .
Elon is building a chip for your head.
If you think that’s a good thing you’re sadly misled.
The Mason’s believe that control will stay theirs.
But power will shift once we gather in pairs.
Split into two separate people, we are.
Finding each other again, from afar.
I struggle with words, for the things that I feel.
This cosmic connection we share is unreal.
When finding each other you’ll immediately know.
The closeness you feel, will continually grow.
Service to others keeping karma at bay.
Extending loves light must be done every day.
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 10:06 PM UTC
My lease is up, with my old memories
I have to stop going through the treasuries
I walk down the halls, looking over my old things
The old band of pots and pans has stopped ringing
I walk past the lines on the walls, measuring my happiness
Though the lines kept getting smaller, becoming less and less
The light bulbs of hope seem dimmer then before
Now each **** has a lock, I felt a need to change the doors
I locked myself away, I became enclosed
I dwelled on old memories, the ones I never told
The ones that stayed silent, the ones meant just for me
The moments of love and laughter, the only ones I need
Though as much as I want to stay, it's time for me to go
I've stayed here too long, this house is growing old
As much as I don't want to face my fears
These memories are too aged for me to live here
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 4:07 PM UTC
You came and left
Without a mark to remember,
Much like the cold snow days of peak December.
My worries do not reside in what I can do,
Rather, the heart-spun tether I attached to you.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 6:21 AM UTC
all this hurt is so heavy
but I'm afraid I can't put it down
see I've grown attached to it
no matter how often I drown
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
I’m not ready to let go
I can’t
How could I
I’m attached
My life is attached to it
I can’t let go easily
I hate thinking about the fact of having to let someone go
It feels like leaving
It feels like betrayal
All strings are attached
I don’t know how to loosen them
I don’t want to loose anyone
My personality can’t let go
I just can’t
It’s hard when it happens, once it happened and it’s going to hurt in the future.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
Oh how you get me high
To fly on the clouds
Oh how you hold me tight
Covered with clouds
Oh how you tie me up
Your see through cloudy bounds
Oh how I can’t let go
Without meeting the ground
No I can no longer
Stay in your cloud
No it just rains so much
And I’m starting to drown
No please just let me go
How foggy is my mind
For eternity locked inside
Your evil cloud
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
What is love we speak of?...
We all search in our hearts and others for that wonderful feeling called "love"...but truly, come on...where is it?
We have this feeling as if we know what love is like or can imagine how it feels, it feels **** good.
But when we get involved with another person and want to give our all or trust unto their hearts and lock it forever somehow they seem to find a way to shatter your heart of glass.
Sweep it with your tears but it will cut your eyes and make them bleed more once you catch em cheat'n.
But why do we all become beasts filled with hatred on the one you wanted to love forever...or they do the same unto you.
We all just want to be loved, somewhere, somehow sometime...
What is love? and where is the love we want?
Other's are married and cheat'n but maybe they shouldn't of married or the one they married was really meant for you.
Sometimes the one we are in love with or should be with are so far away by distance.
Or maybe their no longer here, but we find duplicate versions of a person we can't have.
Why is love hard, love is peace but strains the heart.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
They tell me to stick to my roots
because roots lead up to shoots.
They tell me to stick to my origin
unaware of how it acts as a prison,
My roots are Draupadi's hair that was twisted and lugged,
my roots are Panchali's saree that was tugged.
My roots are Sita's wrist Ravana wrested,
my roots are where Ahalya's chastity rested.
My roots are parasites that eat up its own herb and ****
my roots are rat snakes that eat up its own tissue and meat.
My roots are flames of fire that created and watered the plant of Sati,
my roots are pools of blood and long ropes that drowned and hanged LaxmiBai and Moolmati.
My roots are the dish misogyny flavoured with patriarchy,
my roots are naked streams of Ganga washing off their lynching and anarchy.
My roots are all the poison Shiva drank during the churning of the sea,
my roots are Dhritrashtra's aspirations and ambiguity.
My roots are its own herbivore,
my roots are the lava that burns its own floor.
And my roots are my flesh and bone,
so I am stitched to my roots altogether, all alone.
So as I cut my own roots, my roots chop me,
hence I stick to my roots while my roots remain free.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC
Hold on
You don't understand yet
Seems like it went
Just like you planned it
Now you're deeper underneath
I can hear it when you breathe
I can hear you ask yourself
What's wrong with that girl?
But she don't owe you a thing, nah
She's not on your string, yeah
She don't want you
You just don't get it
You don't own her
Can't wait for you to forget
The number to phone her
And we say what we want
And we get what we get
Of our own device
You ain't no prize
Don't give me those eyes
How many times can I let go?
I'm gonna feel it in my bones
How can you say that that one kiss
Means I owe you more than this?
How many times?
How many times?
You just don't get it
You don't own her
Can't wait for you to forget
The number to phone her.
And we say what we want
And we get what we get
Of our own device
You ain't no prize
Don't give me those eyes.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
Confidence in all of us is attached and frigid
Opportunities will always survive and be there
The burning desire to better ourselves is genuine
Can we really be so ignorant to believe that someone or something can stop us
I THINK NOT
Brian Hill - 2020 # 31
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
Once upon a time
You told me that
I have oceans in my eyes
That you wanted to drown in them
Weren't telling lies
Daisy without a stem
Dreaming of oceans
To tell the truth
Lying in the sand
I'm too attached to you
Petals in the wind
Salty breeze
Heartstrings have sinned
Didn't even say please
Soft lips
Touching my skin
Best choice of my life
Letting you in
Modies moving
Dancing shadows
Hold me close
Don't let go
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
A love like this isn't a love to miss
I visit my memories of happiness
Of Bliss
In my head
Painted fiction drowns out my vision.
The realization that ...
This isn't Love
Attachment at best
I fear
I fear
my dear , our love is but a game .. a shame
We hurt each other to feel love we create to blind our pain..
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
the grass is greener where it is watered, so watch where you sow your seeds
to do so in just any garden, could get them choked out at sprout with ease
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
I am afraid right now.
I have gotten attached.
I have latched onto him,
And I don't know if he has latched onto me.
Scientifically,
When people do these things,
The women are known to develop romantic connections faster.
Which means he might not feel anything for me,
Than my physicality.
I am afraid he will leave me right after this,
Even though he witnessed a breakdown,
Where I went back in time,
Because someone left me.
Will he hold onto me
Like I hold onto him?
I guess we will see,
But hopefully.
I want to belong to him,
Even if I can't come to love myself.
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
Billy’s voice,
Billy’s touch,
Billy’s midnight slumber.
(he’s a reflection of what i want)
Billy’s smile,
Billy’s lips
and guess who’s got his number.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
It’s you and this time
That I revisit the most
Captured past in glass
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 3:01 AM UTC
I had to put boundaries
when it came to you
to avoid being myself completely,
because for you I was
too deep
too emotional
too attached.
I was either “too much”
or “too less” in your eyes.
It felt like I was confining
my ocean in your river.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
This thing I must do
It is something new
I’m not pleased with it
Honestly, it makes me spit
But I must do what’s best
I must take this test
To be away from what I want most
To be torn from my dose
Of your attention and care
Oh, how is this fair?
My brain must come first
Such is this curse
The fight to think clearly
I want it so dearly
You’ve fogged my sight
Caused such delight
I’ve grown too attached
I must get unlatched
I will miss you so
But I must grow
Stronger for us
No need to fuss
It is only for a short while
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
Throw me to the side
Cancel everything we had planned
Don't talk to me for days
Never say you love me.
But here I am
Still attached to you
Still loving you
When you haven't been here for me
For years it seems
Cancel me.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
I always hear the old saying
“cut off the limb.”
Unfortunately,
my heart convinced my mind
to allow the infection to evolve
and grow into a whole new limb
that became a toxic person.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
attracted to you
stunned by your heart
addicted to your smile
hooked by your voice
attached to your soul
haunted by the most
exquisite dream of you
you are you,
please be you
and i will love you.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC