"Adorable Strength" By Elexer Lyra

Adorable Strength

By Elexer Lyra

The light-hearted fever

of creating

adorable creatures of happiness

keeps the tealights

within my mind lit,   

to heat up my steam engine

Core.

“Keep moving forward”,

the pen speaks in

defiance as I hesitate

to change my approach.

Adorable does not

cheat the soul,

but builds it

as the chest expands

and heart conquers.

It is like the mistakes made

and learned from.

They pull me forward

with, hopefully, a cane

and not rope,

to bring me back to

my internal chalkboard.

Coloring my utensils pink

and lavender

I see new shapes

of futures not yet tested

under fear- which must be

overtaken.

"Smells like Autumn" by Elexer Lyra

Smells like Autumn

By Elexer Lyra

Nutmeg and cinnamon,

pumpkin in pie shape,

silk touches taste buds

and glides down

with grace

like the tangerine,

lemon,

and cherry leaves.

"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?

The Heavens' Gift By Elexer

The Heavens' Gift 

 By Elexer

Quiet pool

Of helium laughter

Sputters

At my dream

Of seemingly

Detached wisdom.

Merry meet

Are

The war

Songs

Of The Heavens'

Trumpet.

Sunlight by Elexer

Sunlight

by Elexer

The sweet fragrance

Of your love

Fills me with sunlight.

Your eyes glow

With the hope

Of the North Star.

My internal compass 

no longer points north,

but to you.

Your soul is the gravity 

I orbit 

As your warmth 

Keeps the darkness

at bay.

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.

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.

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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Ultramarine: A Poem Inspired By Watercolor Landscape

By Elissa Rosenthal

Hello Everyone! This week I started to delve deeper into watercolor, having now bought proper watercolor paper. The difference I have found is great in the lack of the paper buckling and creating pools where the color wanted to go. Now the surface is much more even when I paint, making it easier to distribute the color.

Anyway, since the character and poem was so popular last week, in comparison to my other kinds of posts on average, I have decided to provide you with another poem. This one is inspired by the landscape painting I did below. I was practicing on painting with no prior planning, just letting the paint tell me what to do with it. 

Ultramarine 

By Elissa Rosenthal

Crisp oxygen filtered through new pollen.

Thundering movement kisses the mountain.

Storming pools welcome you to sit and wait,

To be pulled from safety to waterfall.

They may call you to seal your own fate,

I beg of you to not answer the call.

I have seen too many who follow death.

Think they own this place and are not a guest.

The pools may look safe to those who not know,

How ultramarine whispers pull you in.

Current may seem stagnant and slow,

They will prove to you how lazy you swim. 

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