Sweet Tea

Sweet Tea

by Elissa Rosenthal 

Lulling breezes glide against my puckered up flesh,

Leaning toward the cool embrace full of fresh,

Lillie's, old spring daffodils, morning tea pulled through mesh,

Let me keep this feeling of being blessed.

Looking out the window I do not feel alone,

Loving how this quite house now feels like a home,

Leave me and let me live with this feeling I have sewn,

Lifting up the piece of pottery I used to condone. 

Lips filled with sweet fragrance and relished calm,

Lucky me to have this time of peace within my palm,

Little figures brush against the porcelain consuming the warmth of the dawn,

Living like this I know with not last long.     

Spirit's of The Damned

Spirit's of The Damned 
By Elissa Rosenthal

Let me slumber among those who weep out of longing,

Cure those who wish those harm,

Keep my way clear of humming,

Catch those who keep alarm.

Make my way for those who weep,

Slumber and sleep keep coming,

Say your woes of marry meet,

Never think lightly of summoning.

You through me aside and wished me well,

Kept the sleep on cleaning,

Cleaning your lies and will to live,

Kept me harnessed to seeking.

Seek out my soul,

I do wish you well,

Never meet my cunning.

Slumber meet all,

I will not tell,

The lies will keep on coming.




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Wave Lengths

 Wave Lengths

by Elissa Rosenthal

 

Radiant wave lengths prevent me from sleep,

Tilling on the edge of reality,

Kept in a box of normality,

Filled with the blues of originality.

See,

I may not wish to wake,

In this wish-washy world,

Forced to make myself look like bird,

Peacocking.

I,

Want to be who I am meant to be,

Whether or not that is,

In this reality.

You,

May never want me to be,

Anything but your perception of me,

Forcefully.

Keep,

Your mind out of my memories,

Those you said know one else would see,

See my ways,

See my work,

Never want to talk to me.

Now,

I know,

You say that to your self.

Your fear of being put on a shelf,

And forgotten.

Seek,

Some help,

Some comfort,

Don't tell me that words don't hurt.

I can learn,

To love myself,

And not have little self deprecating voices,

Depict,

Who I will be.

Shadow

Shadow

By Elissa Rosenthal

Lavender lilies spring from the spring,

Watching as the mermaids sing.

Screeching their songs of woe,

For the world.

Burning fumes of fog,

Wallow and whirl.

Drowning out the wishes of onlookers,

Seeing with blind eyes in shadow.