Like Melting
January 17, 2012

by Elexa Rose
Soft ash
that burns
although –
Glass sees through
into our heads
and cuts
up our thoughts.
I’d do anything
for you
to breathe life
back into
my sunken chest.

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
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
in spiral shapes
across and beyond
the horizon.
We’re reaching.

Day 10. Someone I Need To Let Go Of Or Wish I Had Never Met.
November 4, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (

This is toughest so far. I don’t actually think I can think of anything. I’m not the type to ‘hold on’ for long, not when it’s futile. And there is no one I wish I’d never met, because, they made who I am today. I don’t really regret anything. Well, there are a few things, but at the end of the day, I wouldn’t want to change anything. So I’m afraid, this post is going to be pretty dry. I really am racking my brain. But everyone who is a part of my life right now, I love that they are a part of my life. All the crap people I’ve met, well, I’m not in contact with any of them, I’m 200 miles away from them, and I’d never say I wish I’d never met them, because that’s just not true. Maybe I’m just lucky.

November 4, 2011

Love Yonder
by Elexa Rose
I am the colour of laughter after tears
A fresh smile, it’s going to be okay.
I am the warm, crisp air after the storm clears.
The liberation of a brand new day.
Handwritten words between old friends
Kisses in the night, half hidden in dreams.
I am the perfect memory after the moment ends.
The sweet nostalgia, the smile that gleams.
I cannot hold your hand tonight
Though I long so long I imagine that I do.
You see me only in an ambivalent, fading light.
Maybe you know my face, someone you once knew.
I am the tears before the colour of laughter.
I am nor here, now, before or after.

Day 6. Someone Who Has Made My Life Worth Living.
October 27, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (

No, I disagree with this. You shouldn’t be living for other people, you live and do because YOU want to. If you are living for other people then you are not living your own life. My life is worth living because somehow, miraculously, against all of the odds there is such thing as ‘the universe’ and amongst it all there just so happens to be a planet in this universe, ideally situated near a sun, so it’s not too hot and it’s not too cold. That just so happens to have land and water. So that it can hold life. And just by chance, life did spring, and it survived, and it evolved, and that is how I got here. And the chances of this happening is so near impossible I wouldn’t know how to express is mathematically. And not only is there such thing as human life on this planet, but I have a life because my parents met, by chance, and by chance a specific sperm and a specific egg fertilized. Against all of the odds we are here. We are all miracles, but we don’t see it like that because we see it everyday. But what is even more amazing. Millions of people in this world are starving, have nothing, cannot read or write, no basic health care. But look at where I am. I was born in a nice, normal family. I was given everything I needed, whenever I needed it. I’m healthy, I can do or be anything I want. I am on the cusp of the rest of my life. And that makes my life worth living. We are all lucky, we don’t need a ‘special someone’ that we ‘live our lives for’. No. You live for yourself. And if you find someone to share that with, then you’re even luckier.