Pulse by Elissa Rosenthal

Pulse

By Elissa Rosenthal

 

Metal on concrete thoughts 

pulse under my skin,

keeping me from everywhere I need to go 

and I have been.

Scritch scratch 

and peel me thin 

till there is nothing left. 

Every day these systems 

keep me alive, but,

what have I kept?

Muted senses

muted defenses 

making it hard to speak. 

Put me on a wall 

like weaponry 

in your collection 

because I'm not me. 

Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse,

pulse pull, pulse 

pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse,

pulse, pull, pulse.

"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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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.

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.