Watering With Poison by Elexer

Watering With Poison

By Elexer

I use the poison

To water my flowers,

To listen

For overnight shrouds

Of wisdom.

Keeping sogging hearts

In night skies,

Filled with stars

Of twilight.

Listening to the rhythm

Of the drumming pulse

Of lifetimes lived

With coping

White lies.  

"Cities of Waste" by Elexer

Cities of Waste

by Elexer

I am not nearly

As slimy

As the falsehoods

you tell yourself.

Covered in your

Garbage- a core

Of a battery

stuck to me like a burning appendage.

Locking yourself up

to not see how messed up

you have made

this world.

The glass only a mirror-

you hear

yourself say you use to see

outside your comfort zone.

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.

Coral Dust

Coral Dust

By Elexer

Chilling brush of wind

Rips my buds

From within

And builds them into mountains

Of sparkling,

Coral dust.

Filling me with fruitful

Awakenings

Of tea complete in youthful

Gatherings.

Delicate powder

Wrapped tightly

To bring power

In nightly

Slumber.

Locks and Boxes by Elexer

Locks and Boxes

by Elexer

The lock 

and key 

to my soul 

is not a one-way street

you can tear up with your

lyrical jackhammer's,

spilling my majesty 

into the sewer

with your language.

Locking

me up

behind a wall of religious

illusions

of me trying to be myself

and the perfection you will never see.

These rainbows

are my protectors 

and this box

is my chastity belt.

Sugar and Rainbows

Sugar and Rainbows

By Elexer

Sparkling white sugar 

brushes my face 

and makes the air smell sweet,

like honeydew melon. 

Rolling in the bleached flour 

of not yet baked bread,

I see a rainbow

of dancing clouds

smiling.

As they sing

and waltz across the skyline

I follow their steps

in my missing boots

and the fluffy coat 

my mom

always made me where

 on cold winter days.

The child within me smiles

with the clouds

as the adult warns about the time wasted

creating daydreams.

"Spring Pick-Me-Up" by Elissa Rosenthal

Spring Pick-Me-Up

by Elissa Rosenthal

You are not alone 
in this merry meet spring 
fairy tale,
where you fear about failure
with new beginnings. 

You carry a life of work
and willingness 
to improve upon 
your misgivings and mistakes. 

Look at the flowers budding 
around your shoulders,
waiting to bloom 
in delight.