Showing posts with label original poetry and art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label original poetry and art. Show all posts

Saturday, February 3, 2018

"Twisted Rainbow" By Elissa Rosenthal


Twisted Rainbow 

By Elissa Rosenthal




Your lips are a twisted rainbow
made of cotton candy floss 
and salty popcorn.
Soft clouds of syrup 
grace my tongue,
and fill me up 

like the glass jar
holding my heart. 
  
Limbs, vines, curling around my legs,
latching me to the sediment 
of our river of light fractals. 
Magnifying lenses examine me,
petting me with your light and shadow.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Backstabber

 Backstabber
By Elissa Rosenthal


You turned your back on me,
when I needed you the most.
Stabbing knifes into the life,
you treated like a ghost.

Why do you dare,
to call yourself my friend.
You have not been for years,
hardly were near the end.

You only talked to me,
when you needed to not feel alone. 
But later when I called you,
I was left crying in my home.

Why do you dare,
to call yourself my friend.
You have not been for years,
hardly were near the end.


Saturday, August 12, 2017

Wave Lengths

 Wave Lengths
by Elissa Rosenthal


Radiant wave lengths prevent me from sleep,
Tilling on the edge of reality,
Kept in a box of normality,
Filled with the blues of originality.

See,
I may not wish to wake,
In this wish-washy world,
Forced to make myself look like bird,
Peacocking.

I,
Want to be who I am meant to be,
Whether or not that is,
In this reality.

You,
May never want me to be,
Anything but your perception of me,
Forcefully.

Keep,
Your mind out of my memories,
Those you said know one else would see,
See my ways,
See my work,
Never want to talk to me.

Now,
I know,
You say that to your self.
Your fear of being put on a shelf,
And forgotten.

Seek,
Some help,
Some comfort,
Don't tell me that words don't hurt.

I can learn,
To love myself,
And not have little self deprecating voices,
Depict,
Who I will be.

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Shadow

Shadow
By Elissa Rosenthal


Lavender lilies spring from the spring,
Watching as the mermaids sing.

Screeching their songs of woe,
For the world.

Burning fumes of fog,
Wallow and whirl.

Drowning out the wishes of onlookers,
Seeing with blind eyes in shadow.