Words Upon Words
I write the words that swarm my head
“I want to claw open my own chest just to show you
how much of you is within me along with the telltale
signs of enough passion to scorch an entire meadow
of honeysuckle to the point of ruined soil
and toxic air so unbreathable that we suffer
together.”
-EL
dolores-hazy asked:
If you are still accepting prompts, how about this: loose shoelaces and tongue-tied? Loved the prompt piece I read and hope this can help in some way! :)
Yes! I’m always accepting prompts! Thank you so much for sending one, and I’m sorry it took so long to respond/answer!
“You’ve got me so kid-dumb
that I’m clumsily tripping
over loose shoelaces,
but too stubborn to stop
and look away from you.
And I’m so tongue-tied silly
that the babble out of my mouth
hangs in the air
between your eagerly knowing face
and my next word disaster.
I’ve been pulled back
to a time before knowing death
and pushed forward
into finally seeing life with love.”
-EL
Anonymous asked:
Prompt: Most traumatic daydream
Thank you for sending one!
“Warmth of our skins melding
into puzzle pieces, limbs
lost in the jungle of entanglement,
breaths synchronized and heartbeats
fluttering out of rhythm, caresses
smooshing together run-on sentences
within our love language,
smiles marbling our faces–
Though I’m sitting here alone
and empty and missing you.”
-EL
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I want to try to get back into writing (during this whole mess) and it’s hard getting back into the groove. Send a few words or… anything really; anything I could try to write poetry about, anything you’d want to see in poem form via my brain, anything.
Thanks!
“Tell me I’m not crazy
and that you’re real
like the cologne that permeated
the shoulder of my shirt
as if you’re still waiting for a kiss.
Tell me I’m not crazy
and that we’re not rushing
like the active river water under the layer
of thick ice during the lifespan of winter.
(Does it truly matter though?)
Tell me I’m not crazy
and that it’s okay.
Tell me that you love me
because I’m crazy.”
-EL
“As time wears on
my mind wears down
to the studs and rotten insulation.
The fact is: I’ve been torturing myself
by takin’ a brutal sledgehammer to the
beautiful dwelling you’ve made for yourself,
but each dent I make, each split beam I shatter,
I never make headway in tearing you out.
At this point in time,
I’m on to closing you off, boarding you up–
quarantining your perfect world of a corner–
finally makin’ sure it’s you inside
looking out, and not me bashing in my head
trying to join you.”
-EL
“I still find myself
pleading the universe
to take care of you.”
-EL
nebula-sunset asked: Use this blog 😂😂😂
😂 easier said than done.
nebula-sunset asked: You still use this blog????
Seldomly.
nebula-sunset asked: Ever going to use this blog?
🤷🏻♀️ if I ever write again
nebula-sunset asked: Favorite quote you live by?
Usually variations of “fuck it.”
nebula-sunset asked: All 3? Whatever you feel like answering
Umm.. I haven’t really written in like a year or two, but want to get back into it? Except I’m not sure I even have a favorite childhood memory 🤷🏻♀️ lol pretty pathetic. It’s an awesome concept though
nebula-sunset asked: Would you write a poem about your favorite childhood memory?
Is this a request, prompt, or actual question??
nebula-sunset asked: Favorite poem?
For a second I thought “this is going to be impossible,” but then I remembered. Lol
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver 💕