"Thoughts of Swimming" by Elexer Lyra

Thoughts of Swimming

By Elexer Lyra

Can you hold me close,

Like a jellyfish?

But not with

As much sting?

We are together,

But not everything.

You are my closest friend,

Who whispers thoughts of triumph-

Or false information.

  Can you be the parent 

Within my mind?

One, which says I can swim

and not drown?

"Fluttering Wings" By Elissa Rosenthal

 Flutter Wings

By Elissa Rosenthal

Paint your way into my flutter wings,
and cup them to your heart. Wondering,
with chipping hope,
how
you could brush my dreams away
like a vain rabbit.
Milk into my ear
how your hopes
holed themselves into obscurity.

"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. 

"After Death" By Elissa Rosenthal

Choices After Death

By Elissa Rosenthal

Death becomes me,

with body full of creatures,

as I return to the Earth.

Death becomes me,

with poison being pumped within,

as I turn into a statue of pollution.

Death becomes me,

with my body burning,

as I am turned into dust mixed with carbon dioxide.

Death becomes me,

and it will become you.

Think about your choices,

before the inevitable.

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. 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.