Archive for December, 2011

Ten People In My Wonderful Life
December 24, 2011

Writing Excersise:

Pick ten people you know and write a one-sentence description for each of them.

  1. Never quite looking me in the eye, I could her that constant irritating flick on the pen in his right hand that paced out an off-beat rhythm, which he seemed to unconsiously speak in time to.
  2. From the scuffed black and white converse trainers and low-sitting drain-pipe jeans he gave off an over-confident air, but when he spoke with the most inoccent grin I’d ever seen I couldn’t help but feel as if I’d known him for years, and the bounce of the curls on his head when he laughed just made him seem even more harmless, but there was something about his slightly dusty blue eyes that made me stop and think, and I’m not sure what about.
  3. I’d never seen dull, sleepy eyes sparkle as much as his when he read the words that I never knew I’d longed to hear.
  4. She squeezed her volumptuous sides in the tight skirt, that I guess you could say accentuated her feminine curves, but the way she sucked in tightly on a thin cigarette and pouted into the reflection on her phone fixing a curl or two that fell out of place from her head told us that she was here for one thing only.
  5. The bitter taste was clear on her face though she tried to hide it; she exhaled slowly and controlled and handed it back to me, her long dark hair dancing like a black fire down her back and around her slightly too-wide shoulders, as if mocking the smoke she shunted from her chest.
  6. His eyes locked onto mine, his cheeky smile quickly flashed up as he made some midly amusing quip and passed another drink into my hands, being careful for our fingers not to touch.
  7. Slightly stooped, with soft eyes, he gave the appearance of offering his full attention yet it always seemed as if his mind was elsewhere, somewhere I wasn’t allowed to go.
  8. Large, plump, no make up, no care; her loose, oversized clothes hung like dead animals from her sloth-like limbs that moved as if she had already given up.
  9. Her terrifyingly tall legs strutted under a tight dress that teased with the idea of revealing the tip of her buttox.
  10. Always poised with an expression of discontent and armed with an attempt of sarcastic wit that came out more bitchy, he was the kind of guy that had to be your best friend for you not to hate him.
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Her Curse
December 24, 2011

by Elexa Rose
 
He cast a spell asunder
so that she may see
more than any man before.
She would count the freckles
on a blade of grass,
and laugh along with the
chitter and splutter of
small, grey wood louse.
He watched her linger
at the edge of an axed forest
as she traced the lines of
a fallen tree’s years.
Round and around,
the circles made her head spin.
“Women need not for such
needless curiosities,” he said,
but he could not lift her curse.

It’s all a joke.
December 12, 2011

by Elexa Rose
 
Sick of the words
you throw around this room,
shifting your weight
as if it adds more
meaning.
As if you really know
some truth.
Cigarette smoke
will linger longer
than ‘I love you’.
The bite of your kiss
on her lips.
Guilty anger
burns my veins.
Get me out.

Let’s not finish how we started
December 11, 2011

by Elexa Rose
 
Catapulting, ever lasting, create.
Don’t pretend to hate.
I laugh at the sheer sight
of your usual lateness.
 
Words vomit, misspelt, try.
You’re asking questions,
but why?
Don’t stop to answer.
 
Finding lies, in half-hearted jokes.
We are in flux, in your fiction
I won’t take it,
I won’t break.

With Diction
December 7, 2011

by Elexa Rose
 
You crack
like the spine
of a fresh book.
 
Ripples in the air
prepare us
for the shatter.
 
Quiet now –
I can taste the fear
that’s all over your face.
 
Hush, small child.
It’s no time to cry.
Be brave.
 
Running from bright
television screens.
A better place
 
awaits us.
A whole new world,
filled.

A fraction of a second.
December 5, 2011

by Elexa Rose
 
Your dark side… I can, almost,
touch, corrupts and becomes
every fucking thought smashing
my head. You know I can’t
help but care too much. You’re knee
deep in my gaze, laughing
so hard your head rolls away
from your sick, little neck.
I was led to believe that
I’d won         – this one time.
Hope gushing, my hands covered.
Your mouth is the noose from
which I hang. Tears choke up through
my neck. And you missed the
whole damn show because the flash
was too bright.

The same words
December 3, 2011

by Elexa Rose
 
It’s everything
you never say.
I feel the words
twisted
on your tongue
every time
you let me kiss you.
 
It’s everything
that’s just round
the corner.
The movies that play
inside my head.
It’s all for you.
These same songs all
recycle the same words.
 
It’s everything
that I can’t control.
Slipping and
falling
in spiral shapes
across and beyond
the horizon.
We’re reaching.

Let’s call it an experiment, and this the results.
December 3, 2011

by Elexa Rose
 
It’s fine by me –
 
Another day,
Another night.
I see your face
In the Amber light.
 
Why break this ride?
It feels too good.
It slows my head,
Just like you should.
 
I find comfort
In reddened eyes.
My throat burns.
Another dream dies.
 
Each breath I take
Heals the scars.
I think in silence,
And hear the stars.

Heroine
December 1, 2011

by Elexa Rose
 
You saved me from drowing
and burnt me alive
from the inside            out.
Please wait
for me please breathe.
I saw you slay the dragon.
and kiss away my bleeding
wounds.
You are the night, shining.
Tonight we dine, and I
am forever in your dead.