Emily Interviews the Powerful Poetess Ellie by darkmotherpoetry, journal
Emily Interviews the Powerful Poetess Ellie
1.)Tell us about yourself. Give us a first impression about who you are?
I'm Ellie ellenairethepure (https://www.deviantart.com/ellenairethepure) . I'm a childish young woman in my twenties, hella gay and trans too and i of course am often writing with an lgbtqq2sia normative approach. I like being there for people and I see art as a way of communicating perspectives to people who wouldn't otherwise understand which is why i write the way i do. but i like being happy and having fun and since my life has been constant struggle with poverty and acceptance I've learned to find the tiniest of joys in a life full of sorrow.
2.)So I want to ask you a quick question. I think most of our read
dive deep/part 4/conclusion/daily poem 8 by darkmotherpoetry, literature
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dive deep/part 4/conclusion/daily poem 8
I’m still here and at the same time not
I can’t feel myself
I can’t see myself
I’m alarmed by my dissociation
quickly I search for myself
a pinprick of light appears deep in the darkness
I travel towards it
I move through the slimy weeds
the water is chilling
I look for answers
the pinprick has now grown to a large orb
it casts light on the shadows
I can see images of the past
of my past
I see wounds and scars
on the child that I once was
I imagine them being healed
I imagine wrapping my arms around my child self
I imagine what should have happened instead of what did
you see the mind can be tricked
For many of my years
And in that short, short while
There was that time when you belonged to me.
A human can make mistakes.
He can also compromise
But when I was with you, it was a catch 22
Then things became different
I still needed you.
So stay, stay right there
I'm on my way to you.
Tearing down the barriers that stand in my way
An unstoppable force that you can't betray.
So come, take my hand
Turns those skies from grey to blue
The chemistry's still there
You belong with me, and I with you.
I'm use to travelling
The trains send me in a daze
My mind wonders of to the times I cherished dear
Those walks along the beach,
Those nights we sa
Not another second... by Jailabelle-23, literature
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Not another second...
Not a second
Goes by
That we don't
Internally scream
And cry, and wish, and wonder why
Why we haven't been given the gift
Of a tiny heartbeat
To know, to cherish, to someday hold
We have had, and lost, one so precious
Only one, before there had even been
A little pink sign to fret over
Not a second
Goes by
That we won't
Internally dream
And cry, and wish, and wonder why
We didn't get to meet that little us
With a tiny heart, beating
Waiting to have been known, cherished, held
Yet there are
Tiny hearts
Being thrown away
Disposed of, left for dead
Forgotten, and abused
With mothers and or fathers who
Haven't the ability to love
Instead they am
Destroy, Build, Stand again by Jailabelle-23, literature
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Destroy, Build, Stand again
I have destroyed myself
Then rebuilt from the ash
I have cut myself
But no longer see the scars
I have not changed despite everything
I come back just the same
Just a little wiser than the break before
Takes a little longer to break again
Like bones re-mending and becoming stronger
I cannot deny this person who is me
I cannot demand less of myself
I will forever be breaking down
And rising again from the fall
That is understanding that I can stand again
Despite the pain in all the effort
That is understanding that I am enough
That I deserve more
That I can thrive for more
And drive myself to that destination
I am a force of nature
Right down
Sleep now child, ask why not the world bleeds
Ask not why god demands that all must obey and love him or burn forever in eternal fire
Ask not why Allah declares man must kill man and stain the ground with infidel blood
Ask not why Jehovah brings forth the refugees to a promise land that must be earned with the lives of those who have already claimed it
Even the reaper looks upon us in sadness, upon his throne of lost souls, do you know this child?
Even death on wings a black sheath turns his head in shame as man kills man in the most horrendous of ways
Mother earth dies, with not the heart to kill her children, even though they work night and
As the water droplet fell, the lifeless body swung to and fro
The wooden boards groaned as they strained to keep the dead weight aloft, bulging outward with every swing
Callused, Cold fingers and swollen, cracked toes traced odd symbols and queer objects I the dust coating the floor, painting strange things upon their new canvas
The rope that wrapped about the dead man’s waist held firm, keeping the perversion of a pendulum swinging to and fro, as it was asked to, not too long ago
The cadaver swung back and forth, a meaningless mockery of the grandfather clock that swept away all before it in its endless ocean of time
Tick, tock, tick,
Hair stands on end as lips pull back in a feral bellow
Fists clench tight against pale palms, sharp nails digging into soft flesh
A defensive snarl emits from the opponent, hurtful words and unjust accusations fly across the gap
Hands raised in a sign of submission, words of regret and apology spill forth over trembling lips, seeking forgiveness and comfort
Human eyes close wearily, act of dominance now done, tears held back by timid instinct, love growing thin in the presence of constant discord
One collapses against the other, seeking warmth and comfort in the almost reluctant lovers embrace
Another night passes in a nondescript home fille
I am human
My colors can be black as the night that brings me slumber, as brown as the sand beneath my sandals, as white as the snow I trudge through
I have seen the cruel eyes of the ancestor ape in my fellow man and still, I move on
I am a creator of gods
From my mind, creatures and beings of power unimaginable have sprang into existence
From my lips, their gospel spill forth and homo sapien turns on homo sapien in his name
I am the builder of civilization
From roving bands of spear wielding nomads to empires holding sway over entire portions of the human race, I have evolved
My territory is no longer a small stretch of trees, plain, or s
"A challenger comes, a challenger comes!"
The whisper leapt from tree to tree, filling the evening air with quiet noise and sudden tension
"Tell the prince a challenger comes to take his throne!" The forest whispered, glee dripping from the words like sap from an ax blow
Leaves dance throughout the trunks that densely pack the land as far as one cared to look, searching through the old ones, searching for the prince that ruled this forest
A lone wolf rests in a rare clearing, resting his massive bulk on the soft earth, his paws kneading the rich loam below
His ears twitched and nose wrinkled as sounds and smells reached him at his hard earned