"Firework Haze" by Elissa Rosenthal

Firework Haze

By Elissa Rosenthal 

Bright lights,

bring in a bright year.

One filled with shining stars,

and red and blue flickers.

Stay safe.

Ten minutes where you stood,

could have been a drink too far.

"A Wish for Snow" by Elissa Rosenthal

 A Wish for Snow

by Elissa Rosenthal

 

Wishful for snow,

to climb its' way to our front door.

This time is one of the few,

where the beauty could not be a nuisance.

Work is now set aside,

waiting for the new year to toll.

Please, 

father sky,

let it snow. 

The crisp shivers,

within the air,

make it clear,

of the possibility.   

For hot chocolate times,

among trees covered in fresh frost,

and boots digging into the softness, 

let it snow.

Vanilla and Licorice by Elissa Rosenthal

 Sweet Tea

by Elissa Rosenthal

Fragrant waters swirl in clockwise motion, 
steaming from the brew.
Glasses fog with scents of vanilla and licorice, 
bringing the desire to taste. 
Lips meet warm liquid nourishment,
setting the heart in front of its' own private fireplace.
Muscles rest from their tight positions, 
and melt into the cushions surrounding them.  

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Moonlit Strength for Yule

 Moonlit Strength for Yule

By Elissa Rosenthal

Moon gaze upon me tonight,

Help me through this trying blight,

Keep me calm and give me strength,

For I right now have little faith,

Show me the way to the afterlife,

My past religion is now a knife,

Smiles gaze- like you- so bright,

Give me strength not to fight, 

They have their way,

The ones I did wane.

I can never be,

Anyone but the soul within this body,

I must keep my head held,

Shouts of rightness will be expelled,

Family accusations can pass,

For their views do not match mine- alas,

Smiles gaze- like mine- so bright,

I must have strength not to fight,

They have their way,

The ones I did wane. 

I can keep myself intact,

I do not need to act,

I am polytheistic where they are not, 

I will not let my integrity rot,

Smiles gaze- like you- so bright,

Give me strength not to fight,

They have their way,

This year's Yule I will not dismay.

Fear of Moving Forward

Fear of Moving Forward

by Elissa Rosenthal 

 

Pulsing eyes feel wet as liquid icicles run down my face,

As cold as my bloods' provider. 

Stillness,

A wound-tight clock wishing to turn, 

I stay unmoving out of that which provides my chill.

Liquid icicles morph into liquid rust,

As the clockwork coils grind against each other.

Slow movement starts.

The coils creek in anticipation,

Hoping the body follows. 

"Go", they say,

"Dare to change your unmoving state."

 

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.

Welcome

Welcome

 By: Elissa Rosenthal

Come into my house today,

And see how I will act,

As you take away my treats from me,

Can't you hear a clack?  

Click,

Click,

Click,

Goes against the grain,

Feeding off your fear,

And feeding off your pain.

Click,

Click,

Click,

Thump,

Feel your blood now boil,

As a laugh back at you,

Running from my pail.

You though a little costume,

Cute and cuddly so,

Would make me not show you the body,

That I had stowed.

The Horrible Haircut

The Horrible Haircut

By Elissa Rosenthal

Shinning steal assaulted my mane 

You went to beauty school,

or so you claim.

My flowing locks no longer flow,

but are stuck in awkward angles.

You should go.

These are not layers,

not even for a hedge.

For I envy the bush,

and its' perfect edge.

Do you have something wrong with your eyes?

Did you even try?

This is a haircut,

my money will not buy.

Let Us Not Stay Quiet

Let Us Not Stay Quiet

By: Elissa Rosenthal

 

Let us not stay quiet,

and keep each other up.

Let us be passionate,

when our passion for others is gone.

Let us not stay quiet,

about our current love.

Let us chase away the naysayers,

with our hugs.

Let us kiss in public,

like other couples do.

Let us ignore the glances,

that burn into our souls. 

Stillness

Stillness

By Elissa Rosenthal 

 

Sit upon the grass and flowers,

breathing in their soft essences.

Stillness comes and flows around,

as it simultaneously goes elsewhere.

Silently, let thoughts pass by,

wish you knew where you are in life.

Strongly hold onto the will,

that this in not the best you can do.

Slipping into the dark abyss of no improvement,

is scarier than death at this point.

Sway back and forth,

to clear these thoughts from your mind.

Shake them from their foundations,

so they do not grow roots to pull you down.

Stay in this stillness,

this calm,

your time will come around.

Chances

Chances

by Elissa Rosenthal

As the light in the stars glow bright,

our bright ones turn dim.

People of all colors,

now all look the same.

It does not matter your background.

We see the stars glimmer bright,

and forget that they are us.

For we are them in further form,

even though we are still a mess.

Organized chaos surrounds everything in this universe,

keeping the balance while creating chances.

Chances to expand and become more than,

who we are.

More than manufactured manikins.

Let Us Bee Together

Let Us Bee Together

By Elissa Rosenthal

 

Let us bee together.

Has horrible as that pun may be,

let us join together,

so others may see.

How there are people,

like you and I,

who do not call themselves straight or gay-

but bi.

I know they exist,

because so do I.

This sexuality is how I identify.

I am not greedy,

a slut,

or a hiding gay.

I am only built this way.

Please try to understand that I exist,

even if you are a pessimist.

I have heard the rumors,

the generalized tales,

on how every bi woman,

is a straight one who's kissed a female.

I have heard how, 

if you are bi,

that you are a lesbian,

who feels a need to lie. 

I am telling you,

right hear on this day,

I am neither straight or gay.

I am a bi woman,

today and any other day.

 

Happy Bi Visibility Day Everyone! I hope you are having a great day and weekend!

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Emerald Colored Glasses

Emerald Colored Glasses

By: Elissa Rosenthal

Evergreen shakes flutter through my bones.

Glasses of better grasses, of better homes,

complete my vision of being alone.

Fill my cup with troll-like tales of wine.

Fairy tales that glimmer the divine,

push the thought they will never be mine.

Closed eyes filled with hope, ever green,

will never keep a conscience for the clean.

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Merry Meet

Merry Meet 

By Elissa Rosenthal

Come with me to tea today,

so we can merry meet.

Tell our thoughts and stories,

over what we eat.

Sing songs and silly tales,

over our quiet meal.

Let time of smiling friends,

be here for none to steal.

We not agree on all,

past-times and things.

However, we can agree,

to give this friendship wings.

The People's Mirror

 The People's Mirror 

By Elissa Rosenthal

Awing midnight surrounds my small being. 

Universal twinkles comfort my eyes.

Sluggish waters become all people's mirror;

including Luna sharing her glimmer. 

Peer into the All People's Mirror,

perhaps it will show your beauty as clear.

  

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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.

 

Money Maker

Money Maker

By Elissa Rosenthal

Money please,

My dear friend,

I will drain you,

Till the end.

Lick up my lies,

Of solitary waste,

Let you feel alone,

A waste of space.

Pick up my money,

My money maker of wishes,

Hopes to have food,

Hopes to have dishes.

Feel the fear of loss,

Truth has a clear ring,

My money clogs your vision,

To feel its poison sting.

Pick up my money,

Drop all your hope,

Hold my money in your hands,

While you go on and gloat.

To: Chester Bennington

To: Chester Bennington 

By Elissa Rosenthal

When I was hidden within my own darkness,

you pulled me out.

I am sorry someone could not do the same for you.

When I was weak,

you helped me gain strength. 

I am sorry you found strength in a rope.

I hope you have found the peace you wished to find.

I am sorry it had to be this way.

I loved and still love your music,

though it is the older stuff.

Though it does not mean much,

possibly just some fluff.

You will be missed Chester,

you will be.

That so much is true.

I am sorry you found strength in a rope.

I am sorry I never got to see you.

From an old fan.

Love

Love

By Elissa Rosenthal

Stillness is lead by scared little whispers,

Wishing for the breath to hold their caring.

Carefully treading through the thoughts of love,

Life at their fingertips still unknowing.

Unimportance claims the thoughts of the weak, 

Crystallizing their fears of being one.

Old thoughts of harsh reality floods mind,

Keep the whispers safe and keep whispers kind.

Love of ones' self creates love is ones' mind.

Emotions

Emotions

By: Elissa Rosenthal

Fiery fills all I know and all I am.

Harsh words fill my mind with deep night regrets.

Feel my passion, 

hate, 

and fear,

 through my words.

Feel my passion 

want,

and fear,

through my actions.

I scream among the stars as my eyes close in fitful slumber.

I weep in my dreams,

remembering the harsh memories of the day.

Two minds,

two different expressions of emotion.

I tell you I hate you for the same reasons I hate myself.

I give the actions I wish someone would do for me.

Read between the lines.

Think through the actions,

and the speech.

We are human.

Emotions were taught to be in the background,

silenced,

twisted,

stretched.

Do not weep but yell.

Do not yell but weep.

Childhood emotional training nonexistent.

Why do people not see?

I yell because that was the only way they would listen.

I cry because then they would hear.

Simple explanations never taught.

Understanding never understood. 

Feel my passion,

hate, 

and fear,

through my words.

I beg.

Feel my passion,

want,

and fear,

through my actions.

I pray.

Sparkling Nothingness

Sparkling Nothingness

By Elissa Rosenthal

Complacent populations stand around a fire made of sparkling nothingness.

They claim a need for beauty that presents no emotion.

They conceal wonder created by the unknown.

Contorting their natural instincts, 

they flail themselves and others,

in search for meaning.

Cannibalistic,

conquests,

of mind and body.

Stair into the crystallized nothingness.

Let the corruption seep into your veins.

Contort your natural instincts and flail.

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I Have No Face

I Have No Face

By Elissa Rosenthal

I have no face,

Besides one given to me.

I have no face,

Within this society.

Give me some string,

I will show you a puppet.

Give me some notes,

I will show you a trumpet.

I have no face,

For I am more than outsides.

I have no face,

For I am not lies.

Puncture

Puncture

By Elissa Rosenthal

Scathing,

Writhing,

Structure pronounced as one of the most sound,

Seethes every time it touches the ground.

Electricity wraps and climbs,

Each weak point sought out and entwined.

Elixir comes in slow downs,

Escaping aches by raising off pounds.

Supple softness brings no strength,

Every hard crackle prevents a scrape.  

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See The Fake Speak The Truth

See The Fake Speak The Truth

By Elissa Rosenthal

Speak the truth they told me,

Whispering away,

Tell the words you know,

Not the ones you want to say.

Speak the truth they told me,

Though they did not want the truth,

The truth was too hard for them,

They would rather have me mute.

Speak the truth they told me,

As I spoke of all their faults,

All the lies they have told,

Building up their walls.

Speak the truth they told me,

As I ripped apart their truth,

The lies they told themselves,

Was making their hearts mute.

Speak our truth they told me,

As they grew sick on my words,

Everyone shaking,

Silent like sleeping night birds.

Speak our truth they told me,

Now coming to a yell,

No longer wanting to hear my truth,

I was opened up to tell.

They no longer hear my words,

As they hold the real truth,

They tell themselves lies,

Then give themselves proof.

They no longer hear my words,

As they hold their lies to light,

They would rather grasp onto lies,

Then letting real truth fight.