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. 

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.

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.

Let Us Not Stay Quiet

Let Us Not Stay Quiet

By: Elissa Rosenthal

 

Let us not stay quiet,

and keep each other up.

Let us be passionate,

when our passion for others is gone.

Let us not stay quiet,

about our current love.

Let us chase away the naysayers,

with our hugs.

Let us kiss in public,

like other couples do.

Let us ignore the glances,

that burn into our souls.