disclosure

small and meek
little lines broke
across the screen
as I began to choke.

words and images
writing my life.
ages of pages
and closure to strife.

change the thinking
wounded and bled...
cuts still healing
I'm more than what's left.

goofy and a
self proclaimed nerd
trying not to be
one of the herd.

silly and serious
maybe a lil flirtatious...
somewhat mysterious...
souls are salacious!

intelligence brewing
smiles and sparkle
heart forever renewing
and love for the carnal.

beyond practicality
here I can stand
freely seeing exactly
who I am.

I came here seeking
shelter from the noise
ended up finding
I have a voice...

© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015

That thing

She's doing it again,
that thing you hate.
Shunned and scolded
in an attempt to abate

all the trappings of
that thing that matters.
She's crushing you
with all her clatter.

You pushed her down
left for dead.
Her and her thing,
for you, they bled.

She's flying up
from the dark hole
bringing that thing
thought dead in a soul.

You fight with her
with all your will
and that thing that
makes your skin chill.

She's doing it again
that pesky little thing.
Her and her
god damned wings.

© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015

Softly Wading

As the moon disappears,
shores and waves breathing,
I can only hear the song...
of our two hearts beating
with the urgency of
of my soul's pleading.

Come, kiss me each night
with the waves breaking
against the sunset sky...
My lips patiently aching
for the tide of your waters.
In you, I am softly wading.

And with daybreak upon us
my soul's promise appears
with the ocean's endless roll...
Your waves crashing out all fear.
On the shore, you stole my heart
my Love, I'll be waiting for you here.

© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015

Debt collecting season

And I wanted to raise my voice
at the indecency...
at the sheer depravity...
because I had made a choice

And then I wanted to yell
in the horrid reality...
in the absence of normality..
Until the tears began to swell

And I listened to the whisper
of the faint vitality...
of the freedom in finality...
"Your debt is paid," came with a whimper

And whispers became a loud voice
filling to capacity...
overflowing to ferocity...
I am willing to accept my choice

whispers banishing captivity...
You are strong
You are love
You are connected
You are rising above

voices defying gravity...
You are good
You are humble
You are free
You are paid in full

And I finally see the reason
Whispers filling the freedom

© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015

Throw love out

There are days I just need to throw love out

Not in the trash
Not out the window
But to the universe

To the people...

Unicorns,
Mermaids,
Little elfin fairies

Make believe dreams...
Quite the contrary

Little sparks
Flickers to a flame
Fireflies igniting a blaze

My dreams...
I believe in them
without any doubt...

There are days I just need to throw love out.

© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015

Clinging

Every Monday has a meaning
Dawn lifting with its greeting
Farewell to a nights rifting
of stars' twinkle gifting
countless dreams and awestruck imagination,
In wonders of the universe's creation.

Every Monday has a goodbye
said to a weekend we're left to cry
we seem to regret
in the Sunday night unrest
carefree wishes and wanderlust
clinging to them like stardust.

Every Monday has a new beginning
It's not your dreams it's killing
It's the road to one day more
in pursuit of menial chores.
So take the night with you
in Monday's daybreak blue.

Every Monday has a meaning
Tread carefully with all the gleaming...

© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015
6/30 prompt: "springs from the form known as the aubade. These are morning poems, about dawn and daybreak. Many aubades take the form of lovers’ morning farewells, but . . . today is Monday. So why not try a particularly Mondayish aubade – "

Not sure if I hit the mark but at least I tried

Farfetched

I dwell in Possibility
as my mind it wanders
through keyless entries
Seeking Windows of wild blue yonder

Treasures open in Chambers
as dreams are as revealing
as an everlasting Sky
expansive as the universe's ceiling.

each door opened to Visitors
Now become inhabitants
the fairest for pre-Occupation
The spreading of miraculous.

Lifted high and outstretched
Arms gathering the farfetched...

© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015

5/30 prompt: "Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!"

I selected "I dwell in possibility"