Possess me.
Write me into the
Every sway of your body,
Every screaming pull of steel.
Leave me, longing,
For the highest notes you give
And the lowest bass of your heart.
Pounding, a pulse
The beat of us
Catapulting, falling
Through the dizziest haze
That our kisses could bring.
The building of us
Rings in our ears and
Calloused fingers
Pulling never near
Enough.
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Showing posts with label Award. Show all posts
7/10/2013
Collage
Stained Glass Leaves
The world was constantly on fire. The trees burning with hot leaves that everybody sighed at. The evenings weren't quite cool yet, so after sunset and after her house and neighbors and the entire world went to sleep, she wandered out the door. Down the road in the darkness her feet carried her underneath the canopy of trees, her eyes, green like the like the summer at its end, took it in. There was no sun to illuminate the leaves, but she didn't mind. For the streetlights’ yellowed gaze hit the leaves which were thinning with age, and shone through them. Some people go to church to see stained glass, created meticulously and expensively, but here with no one looking, nature created stained glass all its own in one simple season.
Leaves Falling
The leaves fall. They turn in loops and swirls, sighing as they hit the ground, singing as they float on the breeze.
Frost
His eyes were bright blue. Some would call them sky-like but somehow, to her, they brought a memory of frost, cold and sparkling.
Smoke Breaths
It’s a slow drug against red lips
warm, longing.
On its exhale she can see it:
The desire
The future of it in her hand
against her lips
In her lungs
His kiss swirls on the night air
Tree Prisms
She walks, again. In day light this time. Somehow her steps have doubled. A train sounds, miles away. The chill of the air grazes the skin of her hand but her palm, locked to another palm, is warm. Her cheeks pinken. The sun shines brightly in the sky; in her eyes. Forest green stares into Blue frost. The sun hits the icicles and glares.
There it was again. The tell-tale buds on the end of branches. She knew spring would come, as each season does. Around her, shedding occurred. Coats fell from sweating shoulders, gloves slipped from hands. Fingers twined and untwined, hers included. In parks and on streets loves began and ended,
As years do,
As life does.
The world was constantly on fire. The trees burning with hot leaves that everybody sighed at. The evenings weren't quite cool yet, so after sunset and after her house and neighbors and the entire world went to sleep, she wandered out the door. Down the road in the darkness her feet carried her underneath the canopy of trees, her eyes, green like the like the summer at its end, took it in. There was no sun to illuminate the leaves, but she didn't mind. For the streetlights’ yellowed gaze hit the leaves which were thinning with age, and shone through them. Some people go to church to see stained glass, created meticulously and expensively, but here with no one looking, nature created stained glass all its own in one simple season.
Leaves Falling
The leaves fall. They turn in loops and swirls, sighing as they hit the ground, singing as they float on the breeze.
Frost
His eyes were bright blue. Some would call them sky-like but somehow, to her, they brought a memory of frost, cold and sparkling.
Smoke Breaths
It’s a slow drug against red lips
warm, longing.
On its exhale she can see it:
The desire
The future of it in her hand
against her lips
In her lungs
His kiss swirls on the night air
Tree Prisms
She walks, again. In day light this time. Somehow her steps have doubled. A train sounds, miles away. The chill of the air grazes the skin of her hand but her palm, locked to another palm, is warm. Her cheeks pinken. The sun shines brightly in the sky; in her eyes. Forest green stares into Blue frost. The sun hits the icicles and glares.
There it was again. The tell-tale buds on the end of branches. She knew spring would come, as each season does. Around her, shedding occurred. Coats fell from sweating shoulders, gloves slipped from hands. Fingers twined and untwined, hers included. In parks and on streets loves began and ended,
As years do,
As life does.
Feet on Fire
“To the secret fort!” Nikki said
And we ran out from the shelter
Of the weeping willow.
Our feet hit the ground,
Hot and burning
But we were wild and
Invincible!
Through trees and bushes
There was a clearing small enough
For two 6 year olds and a table,
Where we planned our adventures.
We lived off ripened strawberries
Her grandpa grew and we learned to fly
Off swings, shoes first,
To the ground.
Every day ended
Reluctantly.
We found a caterpillar
Called him our baby
But someone released him and
In the way only a child knows,
That meant the end of something.
Weeks went by.
One day a storm shot lightning into the willow tree
And it fell.
I can’t find any caterpillars
Or strawberries that the birds haven’t plucked.
I don’t fit into bushes anymore.
Both of us found new adventures,
New friends, and boys we would kiss.
Some days I think of sharing them with her.
But if we shared our stories
We wouldn’t be those same girls,
Fast as the wind, fire on our feet.
Our adventures would lose their glow.
So I keep those girls in a box
Tucked in to a bed of willow leaves
With strawberries for us to survive.
And we ran out from the shelter
Of the weeping willow.
Our feet hit the ground,
Hot and burning
But we were wild and
Invincible!
Through trees and bushes
There was a clearing small enough
For two 6 year olds and a table,
Where we planned our adventures.
We lived off ripened strawberries
Her grandpa grew and we learned to fly
Off swings, shoes first,
To the ground.
Every day ended
Reluctantly.
We found a caterpillar
Called him our baby
But someone released him and
In the way only a child knows,
That meant the end of something.
Weeks went by.
One day a storm shot lightning into the willow tree
And it fell.
I can’t find any caterpillars
Or strawberries that the birds haven’t plucked.
I don’t fit into bushes anymore.
Both of us found new adventures,
New friends, and boys we would kiss.
Some days I think of sharing them with her.
But if we shared our stories
We wouldn’t be those same girls,
Fast as the wind, fire on our feet.
Our adventures would lose their glow.
So I keep those girls in a box
Tucked in to a bed of willow leaves
With strawberries for us to survive.
5/02/2013
Update
Hello all!
Just thought I'd stop in and do some updating. Things have been very very crazy for the last few months. But I suppose what I'd really like to tell you is that I won an award at my college! I won first place, actually and $250. I got to read my poems at the ceremony and my amazing creative writing teaser was so proud of me. It was so amazing.
Anyhow, just thought I'd share that with you. If you would like to look at the winning poems they're on http://rougerivervreview.com/. Oh and my name on there is Elizabeth Roberts.
Be sure to look at the other works, they're lovely as well.
Xxx
Ever
Just thought I'd stop in and do some updating. Things have been very very crazy for the last few months. But I suppose what I'd really like to tell you is that I won an award at my college! I won first place, actually and $250. I got to read my poems at the ceremony and my amazing creative writing teaser was so proud of me. It was so amazing.
Anyhow, just thought I'd share that with you. If you would like to look at the winning poems they're on http://rougerivervreview.com/. Oh and my name on there is Elizabeth Roberts.
Be sure to look at the other works, they're lovely as well.
Xxx
Ever
3/03/2011
A Lovely Award
I have just receive this lovely award
From my dear friend Melee!! Thank you dear!! :)The Conditions:
1. Thank the person who loved you enough to bestow this gift.2. Share seven things about yourself.
3. Bestow this honor onto 10 newly discovered or followed bloggers– in no particular order– who are fantastic in some way.
4. Drop by and let your ten new friends know you admire them
I have probably over thanked Melee but I'll do it again anyway: THANK YOU!!! (I'm far too happy about this)
My seven things:
1. My blog name is actually just my initials :P Evr (+ and extra E)
2. I have an intense love for chocolate and I over-write about food. Honestly, my friends in my poetry class tease me for my food references >.<
3. I love nature. I used to run around as a little girl scout and memorize paths through the woods. I also love the ocean and snow and summer.... I don't think there is anything about nature that I don't like... except maybe tornados...
4. No matter how a poem begins for me, I always manage to make it sad. I'm actually a very happy person all the time, just my poetry is sad.
5. I'm Obsessed with Sylvia Plath. I love everything she writes and she's just amazing.
6. Before Blogger (B.B.) I was a dedicated Lady Gaga fan. I was all over her website and on twitter and oh, it was a little bit embarrassing. -_-'
7. Those of you whos' blogs are a little less than happy (you know who you are) I Love your blogs. You have the courage to honestly face up to what is in your heart, mind, and body. I am not like you, I tend to hold everything in all the time. Thank you for teaching me to be a little bit more open.
Okay, now for the blogs that I admire!
You are all so lovely, I hope you like the award!!
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