"Today is a Beautiful Mess" By Elexer Lyra

Today is a Beautiful Mess

By Elexer Lyra

Today is a beautiful mess.

Desk full of useful clutter

given no place to officially be,

but a spot I know where it is.

Headphones are on one side

on top of small blankets of paper,

on the other a lamp is having a 

conversation with a stranded

bottle cap.

 Ginger candy is hiding under

a coupon sheet,

wanting to be eaten, 

but my mind rejects as

a slight throbbing occurs under

damp, long, and heavy hair. 

"Listen to the Ocean" By Elexer Lyra

Listen to the Ocean

By Elexer Lyra

Coastal waters 

of understanding

wash over me

in a blanket

of gratitude

and warmth.

As your lips move

and mine

stay silent.

Your words are threads 

of fishing line

tying my mouth 

shut. 

"Mazes of Success" by Elexer Lyra

Mazes of Success

By Elexer Lyra

Turning paths of

metropolis

circles in meditative

mazes of thought.

Motivational posters

for the finish line

with no hint of it's

location.

Found only by those

who kneel,

dig with bare hands,

forget the maze,

and find the tunnels

lined with gold.

"Sky of Never-ending Wishes" by Elexer Lyra

Sky of Never-ending Wishes

By Elexer Lyra

As I go,

know,

I love you.

I will not

leave

for long.

You will see

my shadow,

and hear

my song. 

The brush

against 

your leg,

the weight

on your feet,

the scratching

at the door,

more than your

memories

of me.

Though now 

is hard,

and I understand

why,

keep your head up.

Your dreams belong 

in reality

and not 

in the sky

of never-ending 

wishes. 

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.

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.

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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