"Dancing With Succulents" by Elexer Lyra

"Dancing With Succulents" 

By Elexer Lyra

Silent strokes

Of dancers

Feet,

Floating

Through air

With sweet

Longing.

For Summer’s,

Drying dreams

Of Gaia’s

Ice,

Melting,

In earth,

To meet

Lips quenched.

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.

"Biohazard" By Elissa Rosenthal

Biohazard

By Elissa Rosenthal

Syringes of toxins pierce the shriveled spiderwebs under my skin.
Mortal,
cherry red
nutrients is drawn out like a verbose speech.
The push and pull
of an uneven tug of war match
drags my body along the ground
which sandpapers me into nothingness.
My body is a nuclear reactor 
full of slow deaths 
of people I do not know.
I see needles as my eyes close for the last time,
wishing they were cat scratches 
from the one who truly knew me. 

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.