-e. m.

I'm Elizabeth and I write poetry~

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September 28, 2014 at 1:41pm
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Jumble•

She
could see
at his most
playful of times
how much his heart
had been battered with
and his mind had been tapered
He was a lost soul in a faraway place
who tried way too hard to grasp onto reality
but didn’t realize he was only pushing himself further
off
the
edge.
If needed,
she would
be right
there to
catch him
when he
tumbled.
-e. m.

Jumble•

She
could see
at his most
playful of times
how much his heart
had been battered with
and his mind had been tapered
He was a lost soul in a faraway place
who tried way too hard to grasp onto reality
but didn’t realize he was only pushing himself further
off
the
edge.
If needed,
she would
be right
there to
catch him
when he
tumbled.
-e. m.

10:42am
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Lack of poetry on here due to all my free time spent on this poem, for my lovely boyfriend ❤️

Lack of poetry on here due to all my free time spent on this poem, for my lovely boyfriend ❤️

September 22, 2014 at 7:40pm
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September 21, 2014 at 11:47pm
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When I was taking pictures of this poem, the light coming through my window made a rainbow on the paper!

When I was taking pictures of this poem, the light coming through my window made a rainbow on the paper!

5:58pm
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I prefer thorny roses to wispy dandelions
for we can spend all of our time blowing on dandelion seeds
but in reality
life has to poke us a bit
before our wishes will come true.
-e. m.

I prefer thorny roses to wispy dandelions
for we can spend all of our time blowing on dandelion seeds
but in reality
life has to poke us a bit
before our wishes will come true.
-e. m.

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(:
~

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.