-e. m.

I'm Elizabeth and I write poetry~

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September 16, 2014 at 12:04am
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September 10, 2014 at 8:43pm
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The world only loves me when I love it first.
-e. m.

The world only loves me when I love it first.
-e. m.

September 8, 2014 at 8:05pm
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Soul Searching 

I enjoy going soul searching
I find God’s creations so complex and intriguing
but also easy to doubt
No matter the amount of time spent thinking or people watching,
humans are one concept I am so far away
from figuring out.
-e. m.

Soul Searching

I enjoy going soul searching
I find God’s creations so complex and intriguing
but also easy to doubt
No matter the amount of time spent thinking or people watching,
humans are one concept I am so far away
from figuring out.
-e. m.

September 7, 2014 at 6:53pm
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B&W

B&W

6:52pm
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September 6, 2014 at 4:49pm
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Just thought I’d test out my new paper with whatever popped into my head(:
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You are not the calm before the storm
but rather;
the calm after.
You are the hope
when pain seemed to be
the only answer.
-e. m.

Just thought I’d test out my new paper with whatever popped into my head(:
~

You are not the calm before the storm
but rather;
the calm after.
You are the hope
when pain seemed to be
the only answer.
-e. m.

August 31, 2014 at 8:34pm
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People believe that their flame is only going to die when they choose to blow it out, then they’ll realize they were sadly mistaken when suddenly one day a gust of wind leaves them in complete darkness.
-e. m.

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People believe that their flame is only going to die when they choose to blow it out, then they’ll realize they were sadly mistaken when suddenly one day a gust of wind leaves them in complete darkness.
-e. m.

August 24, 2014 at 9:44pm
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August 20, 2014 at 12:25pm
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I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

11:06am
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Museum of Light

His eyes were
small & dark
and constantly
f l o a t e d
around the room in question.
When they did stop
they rested on her
and his face would become
a museum of light.
As soon as she looked
his way, however,
his glare resumed to the ground
or a faraway object.
The light in his eyes
clicked off
and his curious expression
turned to stone
just in case
she was trying to read his face.
And she always was
And sometimes he would be
just a little too late
She would catch
the museum of light
she always hoped to
see on his face…
Even if it was just
for a moment,
that’s all she needed
to keep her going.
-e. m.

Museum of Light

His eyes were
small & dark
and constantly
f l o a t e d
around the room in question.
When they did stop
they rested on her
and his face would become
a museum of light.
As soon as she looked
his way, however,
his glare resumed to the ground
or a faraway object.
The light in his eyes
clicked off
and his curious expression
turned to stone
just in case
she was trying to read his face.
And she always was
And sometimes he would be
just a little too late
She would catch
the museum of light
she always hoped to
see on his face…
Even if it was just
for a moment,
that’s all she needed
to keep her going.
-e. m.

August 18, 2014 at 9:34pm
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Helping/Hurting

At this point I can’t tell anymore which is the disease and which is the remedy…
What is hurting
and what is helping?
-e. m.

Helping/Hurting

At this point I can’t tell anymore which is the disease and which is the remedy…
What is hurting
and what is helping?
-e. m.

August 17, 2014 at 10:03pm
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Reverse Psychology

I can feel these
memories fading
and I can feel this
relationship slipping. 
It seems every time was
to have loved and lost,
how do I know if it
was ever even love at all?
And so the saying goes:
out with the old,
in with the new.
What if
the new needs pushing far?
What if
the old needs holding on?
-e. m.

Reverse Psychology

I can feel these
memories fading
and I can feel this
relationship slipping.
It seems every time was
to have loved and lost,
how do I know if it
was ever even love at all?
And so the saying goes:
out with the old,
in with the new.
What if
the new needs pushing far?
What if
the old needs holding on?
-e. m.

August 16, 2014 at 1:30pm
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Playing the Role of Someone I’m Not

Do I speak more
and let you think
less of me
or
keep silent?
Is it okay to
let parts of me stay hidden;
digging;
constantly trying to
find a way out;
quietly killing me?
Is it worth
the absence of words
to veil the interests
I have that are deemed
‘abnormal’ by society
in order to keep close
the people in my life?
Because I’m not sure
what I would do without
those individuals,
but I also have spent
years as an actress
playing the role
of someone
I’m not
and it’s a job
that compensates
too low of a pay
for me to live off of
anymore.

-e. m.

Playing the Role of Someone I’m Not

Do I speak more
and let you think
less of me
or
keep silent?
Is it okay to
let parts of me stay hidden;
digging;
constantly trying to
find a way out;
quietly killing me?
Is it worth
the absence of words
to veil the interests
I have that are deemed
‘abnormal’ by society
in order to keep close
the people in my life?
Because I’m not sure
what I would do without
those individuals,
but I also have spent
years as an actress
playing the role
of someone
I’m not
and it’s a job
that compensates
too low of a pay
for me to live off of
anymore.

-e. m.

August 13, 2014 at 9:40pm
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Might start posting the occasional picture as well?
Sunrise on the highway :)

Might start posting the occasional picture as well?
Sunrise on the highway :)

August 12, 2014 at 1:12pm
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A haiku!

It feels like nothing
But nothing’s the beginning
You can build from there
-e. m.

A haiku!

It feels like nothing
But nothing’s the beginning
You can build from there
-e. m.