Locks and Boxes by Elexer

Locks and Boxes

by Elexer

The lock 

and key 

to my soul 

is not a one-way street

you can tear up with your

lyrical jackhammer's,

spilling my majesty 

into the sewer

with your language.

Locking

me up

behind a wall of religious

illusions

of me trying to be myself

and the perfection you will never see.

These rainbows

are my protectors 

and this box

is my chastity belt.

Sugar and Rainbows

Sugar and Rainbows

By Elexer

Sparkling white sugar 

brushes my face 

and makes the air smell sweet,

like honeydew melon. 

Rolling in the bleached flour 

of not yet baked bread,

I see a rainbow

of dancing clouds

smiling.

As they sing

and waltz across the skyline

I follow their steps

in my missing boots

and the fluffy coat 

my mom

always made me where

 on cold winter days.

The child within me smiles

with the clouds

as the adult warns about the time wasted

creating daydreams.

"Spring Pick-Me-Up" by Elissa Rosenthal

Spring Pick-Me-Up

by Elissa Rosenthal

You are not alone 
in this merry meet spring 
fairy tale,
where you fear about failure
with new beginnings. 

You carry a life of work
and willingness 
to improve upon 
your misgivings and mistakes. 

Look at the flowers budding 
around your shoulders,
waiting to bloom 
in delight.

Visions of Stillness

Visions of Stillness

By Elissa Rosenthal

Purple silk brushes my face
like fingertips.
Hovering over my eyes
the intertwined cells 
grasp one-another
with their warm embraces.  
Scents of floral perfumes
engross me
and float my subconscious mind
to a habitation 
of spectacular honey.
Let me nest 
with this passion
in these visions 
of stillness.  

Cries of the Stars by Elissa Rosenthal

 Cries of the Stars

By Elissa Rosenthal 

Delicate vibrations within sound-waves
carry me throughout the stars.
I touch their whispering,
golden, and lingering
wishes for their sisters 
and brothers,
as they grasp within the ether. 
Their firing furnace hearts beat for knowing whether 
they're family will ever
be together,
once more, in the spaces
of times
and trials.  
Miles
and thousands of years 
apart,
they are greeted with only the sound of their heart.