In your arms I found solace In my arms you’ll see thorns In your eyes I found truth In my eyes you’ll see regret In your smile I found joy In my smile you’ll see lies In your kisses I found love In my kisses you’ll see vanity I found myself in you When I don’t want to be found You lost yourself in me When all you wanted was to be found
Hi there. I am Elli. I actually nicknamed myself Elli. I am 21 and dreading turning another year older by November. I write brain farts, rants, poems and sometimes, just sometimes, short stories. I fill silences with words and kill time with words. I read, listen, and write. My whole being revolves around literature – how I perceive and express it. I am a child of the bloody/inky pen.
Abdicating the shadows; totemic. I return back to dig up the buried- moon from the ruins of poetry. It benumbs. No response was coming from cajoling the black secrets- of time-cast. A storm was raging in a pack of emptiness.
A monster from a tree jumps and runs around the bushes to mate. A blank statement is issued. The system groans and collective pshyche fails. A stark silence for the food for thoughts. I sit down to meditate- to find
Tonight the nectar will be spread to tame a random tormentor. Black and white, I never saw my father weeping. Lonely he was. I am my own creation today weather beaten. Confession to – confession, unread. When the- storm was
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The