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Wild Words

  • Writer: Elizabeth Anne
    Elizabeth Anne
  • May 31, 2022
  • 2 min read

Updated: Nov 29, 2022

A whole section for poetry.


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No More



The pain comes in little gushes now that dangers not beating down the door...

The wolf has gone and the wind isn't howling

But my mind doesn't know that it isn't real anymore

I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop

The boat to sink

The sunshine to stop

What price do I have to pay to get to keep this peace for a moment, an hour, a lifetime....a day

Don't tell me this is mine now and we're safe

That cars are safe, that jackals won't Hyde and Medicine doesn't belong in Mine.

I know that it shattered and I know how I broke, bone after bone into little bitty pieces and all while playing hide and seek so that the village wouldn't send

out the hounds and

no one would make a sound


All while I drowned....

In my own

blood....bloody....fucking bloody bed I made

But it's saved now...A born again Tragedienne on stage again...let the lights light it up.

No more fighting for air.

No more seeing you there, but

No more knuckles beat bare...

No more.

No more, love. Go in peace...no more.


All Fall Down

A thousand empty shores our naked feet have wandered. Valiantly pursuing dignified endings. Bearing insignias of Peace. Shoulders cloaked in dusty silver webs Let us light the path before us with Flame


and delight in wicked shadow play on each and every face as we outrun the Sun side by side. Voices raised fevered and high- Still higher We shall not die! We shall all die... Let not that day be found upon this night for this journey, planned and plotted behind watchful eye of them that only Know. Through the forest thick with dark longings heavy on your tongue Do not speak it.


Open all our eyes that we may not fall.. We cannot fail Thought like millions of fireflies dance upon our brow and crowns as we Push on...unexpected joys to keep us Graceful... A throbbing inside each chest begins and grows to large to bear or silence Before we burst we must reach the end and all know it is coming We know We know Together in love...In deep hatred...In beauty we find the edge together. Just fall.





Promise


I know we may not get tomorrow but the way you hold my hand

makes me feel like we'll get to explore all of the places I've yet to go

I want to buy an old house with secret places and spend days where the sun

spills over windowsills like waves capsizing our dream Home with hope

while we fix all the things we think needs fixing

Spending silly nights under stars that will watch while we make each other giggle on

jokes no one else finds funny even though neither of us are Dads

I want to build dreams like pillow forts no matter how hard because you're good

with angles and I'm stubborn like the donkey we'll keep in the yard someday

I want to to grow younger right along with you because I promise

I've never loved anyone until there was You.









 
 
 

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