#ellie
'her' as whispered praxis:
her
stormy
hair
her
highland
shoulders
brush me in
wind.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
should that i—
fall from being nowhere
and time: so restless
to leave your purple
and blue, spattering,
echoing spring
rain.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 3:40 AM UTC
silken
your touch
she moved closer
to the fireside
to feel
(here i
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
3:30 on the train—
it seems so dark these days:
these days
when grass withers
on my footsteps, when thoughts
of you—you, the flame of my lighthouse,
the sail of my ocean—drift and
hang, warily, in the murky air.
3:30 on the train—
another day, rustling through the
dark, without you.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
wildfires or
wildflowers? i wake
when the sun's setting.
burning, burning:
she's out there, somewhere.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
i don't
know you anymore; i
i am
pink sky,
red-tipped flames
i cut the forest in
you.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
how do you
fade? doves
sink into a red sun
pale,
aberrant in a sky of
memory.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
i think you ride
on the wind:
colour the dark
climb the edge of the sun.
i left the window open
for you.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
i can't recreate the
memories of
you, crumbling
into dust, falling
into open spaces: we stumbled
from
oblivion to
your heart.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
Has taken two forms
Creating is her passion
The flow of her brush
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
oh Ellie
oh Ellie
I miss you so
I miss you more
than you will ever know
I miss your company
and playing in the snow
going on walks
and just having nice talks
when it was time to lay our heads
you would get in my bed
and I felt your
marshmallow soft fur
and your hot sandpaper tongue
licking my cheek
you were just so young
gentle and sweet
but then came that
sorrowful week when
you were killed
which made the world
weep
I will never forget you
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
Ever since I came back to this place,
Where street signs and neighborhood parks,
Mark first kisses and an entity of first moments,
I have not been able to be at peace with myself,
Because every time I turn a corner in this hometown we experienced first love in together,
I am reminded of times and events which have been packed into boxes labeled
“Do not open, avoid at all costs,” in my mind.
I don’t want to remember the significance that these places hold anymore,
I don’t want to be constantly reminded of what event happened where,
I can’t be home here,
Being home only makes me long for you,
Which I find the perfect irony in,
Because the only place I have ever truly felt at home was wrapped in your arms,
Parked on the side of this suburban road, looking out over street signs and neighborhood parks,
On hot summer days,
Like today.
(e.m.w)
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
You are my only hope
The truth that dealt the consequence
I know you don't feel the same
You're sensible but it doesn't make sense
I know I'm gonna weep my heart out
You know I'm gonna try much harder
But it isn't the thoughts in my head
Pulling me under this time
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
'come on, ellie, just breathe.' he said to her.
'but, finn i c-'
'stop talking and listen to me for once.' he demanded.
'but, sometimes even to breathe hurts. i can not do it.' she whispered, stating the truth.
'do you love me?'
'of course,'
'then do it for me, ellie. breathe for me. be free.' he encouraged her.
i can't do it, finn.'
'sure you can, i love you.'
'okay, then.' she gave in.
and then, she let out her first and last breath.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC