August 28, 2012

by Elexa Rose

i hate it when people
talk when watching films
or programs on the T.V.
talk and forget or miss
what’s really happening.
they talk to these people
pretend they are real.
care more for their lives than
their own.

i hate watching people
watching T.V.
their faces become wasted
and dead.
contorted by an unrelenting
stream of faked stimuli.
scripted words,
practiced postures
and endless take after take
just so we can sit and talk over it.
and forget what we just saw.


The question is do you feel like you’re letting go?
November 23, 2011

by Elexa Rose
Happiness spills through my lips
so fast
I can barely talk.
Floating through bolts of light
Or lightning
Or sound reverberating from my eyes.
Forgotten stress
Fell out of my head
When I fuelled my body
With this common dread.
What was I afraid of?
I could dance all night
With this beat in my blood.
Oh and just
The way your voice sounds
Right in my ear.
I’m feather light
And perfectly beautiful.
And you are irresistable.
No need to think,
No need to blink.
Eyes wide, I feel alive.
How did I ever survive.

Day 16. Something I Definitely Could Live Without.
November 16, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (

Cigarettes. Ha. I really should stop smoking, I don’t know why I don’t. Silly girl.

Day 4. Something I Have To Forgive Someone Else For.
October 26, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (

So the thing that I feel someone has done that hurt me the most. And that’s easy. I had a friend, who was pretty fucked up, my best friend at the time, we literally lived with each other which was rare because I’m never that close with girls. In short, she tried to OD, got hospitalised and afterwards she didn’t want to know me. I know this is an incredibly selfish view, and I get that what she went through was horrible, but you know a phone call to say, oh by the way I am alive. Instead of screening all contact from me. Why? That’s all I really want to know. I hope this isn’t true, but it makes me feel as if I was partly to blame. I don’t know what happened at all. Oh well, it’s in the past now. I don’t even know what she’s doing now, last I heard she gained a shit load of weight, worked in a fish & chips and wanted to move in with her chav boyfriend. I don’t think they’re together any more. Meh.

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.

by Elexa Rose
Knee’s shaking
But her body is
Not quite
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
Out of time.
Their minds are
Out of sync.
Their words are
Pouring down the sink.

Sixteen Hours
October 22, 2011

Okay, so I’ve been awake for sixteen hours, and maybe I’m not entirely sober and maybe that wasn’t entirely a great idea. Oh and if I haven’t made it clear, this is my attempt to stay awake for forty-eight hours solid.  I just want to see if I can do it. See what happens. When will I start going crazy? Am I already crazy to even try to do this? Is this procrastination taken to a new level? Yes I think so. I’m already getting some weird thoughts but that’s definitely nothing to do with being awake, because I haven’t hit a level of being awake that is odd yet. My odd thoughts will be due to the unhealthy and unencouraged substances in my body and to the time of day. Well night. It’s 4am. This is always a time of odd thoughts. I reckon I’ve got another four hours before I really start to feel it, then the challenge really begins. I think the trick is to keep myself busy, I’ve things to occupy myself with, sorting out my room, catching up on uni work, find a job, all the normal things that you should probably only do on a decent nights sleep. I’ll try and get these things done earler rather then later. Then I can do the more mundane things like, laundry, cleaning the entire flat, maybe seeing how many sit ups I can do after like 30 oand 40 hours of being awake. And of course, this blog, this blog that I have created only recently, yesterday to be precuise, that I seem to be spilling too many of my pointless, boring and tedium thoughts onto. Oh wells, that’s what’s the internet is for. I hope this gets more interesting. Who knows, maybe I can go longer than forty-eight hours. aybe I’ll just keep going until I cannot go any longer. Probably be best not to drive. I shall update again all too soon, sporadically, inbetween posts of other thoughts. Yes. I shall.