hunting for angels
May 3, 2012

by Elexa Rose

sip
if i wanted to
sip our drinks
glass lips
we reinterprate
whisps of words
we sink drowsily
slipping
groom long dark ideas
in liquids
that sit on with
us like sin
groping outward claws
pad at thin air
like hunting
for angels

Day 3. Something I have to forgive myself for.
October 25, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (http://hope.gr/30-days-of-truth/)~

Well, I was thinking about this, and I figured this has to be the one thing I regret most, the thing I am most ashamed of and that is for how horribly I treated my ex. Obviously I have a lot of exes, but the guy I was with for the longest, three years, yeah we went through a lot, it’s weird, and now we’re barely friends. I mean, and it doesn’t even bother me. Should it? Anyway, that’s a completely different train of thought all together. So yeah, it’s not just him I treated badly, but I just generally had very low self-esteem and didn’t give a shit about anything, I cheated on him so much. I didn’t give a crap about myself, my body or anything. I was just a mess to be fair. But it’s a time in my life that happened and I’m better for it, lesson learnt etc. This probably is a bit too personal for a public blog, but I’ve always been too open. I’m open about anything if anyone genuinely wants to know. Not that anyone actually wants to know haha. But yeah, everyone has their ‘dark’ patch or whatever, I had a bad three years really. I feel bad for the guy that had to be there through it all. But it’s not like he ever… I’m going to shut up now. I’m not going in to this. Bleugh. But it’s all good now (: live, learn, get over it etc, I wouldn’t be where I am now so I officially forgive myself for being a dirty, reckless slut.

P.S. I may be a little drunk.

Why Not Write a Poem About Being Completely F*cked
October 24, 2011

Again, messing around with a few different techniques, focusing more on the way words sound and how this conveys something in itself. Changing the way a poem is read through structure, what difference that kind of makes and how that actually links in with the context. Basically, trying to create a more rounded ‘experience’, more relatable. Oh and it’s supposed to be a little tongue in cheek, hyperbolic, etc.

Glazed
by Elexa Rose
 
Knee’s shaking
But her body is
Not quite
Quaking.
And the earth
And soil
Around my fingers
Are warming.
Feet are tripping
Like his head.
No one knows
What they just said.
Why are we still
Still awake?
She’s drunk but
I see her sipping.
He’s leaning in
With crazy, snake eyes
Swaying
Out of time.
Their minds are
Out of sync.
Their words are
Pouring down the sink.