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Ella Aug 2018
Somehow caught in the middle riding high upon a picket fence.
White washed easel penned my thoughts in recompense.
Somehow this feels all so rehearsed these spoon fed lines.
While laundered past remnants create
together knot sublime.
Somehow between want and desire
either the altar or the door.
Ella Aug 2018
Did you pick up
       a spirit in that bottle?
Intoxicated by the
       lure of what lies?
Dancing on the left
       rope full throttle?
Begging plight sweet
       release plea savour nye?
Tethered, fetter,
       even weathered cries.
Jute,twine, bound
        tight not for sails filled.
Dock the time
         glass message until.
Just at a glance,
         discovers we've swallowed
                            swill.
Ella May 2018
To
Be
Transparent
Is
The
Most
Intimate
Kind
Of
Nakedness
Ella Oct 2017
Enmity intends to ***** the wick at
inception
Calamity befall merely even upon conception
Windsome joy her soul song
sings
Wishing as she blew dandelions had wings
Visceral this life cracks the sky
wide
Opening line flee this carpet
ride
Soon enough tapestry thread
reveal
Commonly, lacking nothing to
steel
Remains the heart yet made of
clay
His adoring hands imprint eternal
days
Ella Oct 2017
Hidden earthen vessels of
clay.
Cast ashes of brokeness I
pray.
Arise ever dross His blood
cleanses.
Enduring core bones no
pretenses.
Alloy's crag lavished gravity
stay.
Cross at His feet, a tree I
lay.
Ella Oct 2017
I
am
afraid
to
be
as
I
see
every
thing
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