Glowing Hope

Glowing Hope

By Elissa Rosenthal 

 

Glowing radiant hope,

touched my fingers with a tingle of electricity.

My heart bounded like a hamster,

wishing their wheel was an escape route.

"What is this?", I whispered in the darkness, and looked upon the orb.

I could still hear the drip coming from the broken pipe, from which I would drink.

The bruised apple with a piece eaten still laid next to the pile of abandoned misfit pieces I used as a bed.

The light was new.

To the world and I,

this light was new.

My mouth expressed a gasp,

as I saw that the light was coming from me.

Black Money

Black Money

By Elissa Rosenthal

I gave up my dreams to serve you,

toxic overlays of unrest.

Sleepless gasping on dead waste,

clogs your nightmares.

Gaping holes filled with money,

so sticky they pull you into,

the consumption.

You crave for needs not met by your own,

filling your graveyard with the dead touch,

of long dead beings,

so you feel like you have at least received,

gentleness from something.

Universal Chaos

 Universal Chaos

By Elissa Rosenthal

Galaxies gaze into my eyes and see themselves,

cradled in the mass universal nothingness,

and yet everything.

We swing on the swing set,

of gazes.

We hear the screams,

the beams of hope,

and the mass explosions destroying both.

Many dreams and wishes never fulfilled,

or never grasped because of social norms. 

The possibilities are endless,

yet have infinite amounts of order.  

Chaos in our universe is inevitable,

predicable,

and grand. 

Backstabber

 Backstabber

By Elissa Rosenthal

You turned your back on me,

when I needed you the most.

Stabbing knifes into the life,

you treated like a ghost.

Why do you dare,

to call yourself my friend.

You have not been for years,

hardly were near the end.

You only talked to me,

when you needed to not feel alone. 

But later when I called you,

I was left crying in my home.

Why do you dare,

to call yourself my friend.

You have not been for years,

hardly were near the end.