You Win
November 18, 2012

It’s not just the fairy-tales that are fakes.

It’s the T.V. shows too, and the adverts

In between. The newspaper headlines,

The stories are just stories.

Songs about ‘real-life’ are there

For distraction purposes only.

The bus timetable is a lie.

The lecturers promote a false ideology.

The lie after lie after lie that you spout

Has infected everything else.

The only thing honest is the laughter

You try to stifle as you pull the rope

Tighter. You love the short shallow breaths.

The eyes rich with adrenaline.

Groping and choking, this is just a game.


hunting for angels
May 3, 2012

by Elexa Rose

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

March 10, 2012

by Elexa Rose
Hot wax is kind of
like love,
only hotter
and soft enough
to squeeze.
Hot wax is like a
kind of silence,
only it cools faster
and I can push
it away afterwards.

Give up
February 23, 2012

by Elexa Rose
Quick to smile,
and quick to fade.
We don’t need to speak
to know
you’re holding her hand
in your head.
The closer she gets
the more it burns.
You live in the moment
that to her is just a
Her eyes are on
everything but you.
Can’t you see
she’s only trying to delay
the instant you will
give up.

Under Breath
January 31, 2012

by Elexa Rose
A smile that spreads as soft as butter.
A voice that can make the heaviest of hearts flutter.
That off-blue stare that stops me mid-sentence, I stutter
and fall.

January 3, 2012

by Elexa Rose
Just to be devoted
desensitized, a severe lack of
the lonely syndrome.
Just to hear you drone and
moan on. Gloat, boast
and pretend you’re better than that.
I love who you want to be, who
you really are and exactly how
you do it.
Absolutely, the whirring
and the turning in a rut.
Forever pontificating for,
remembering for, leaning towards

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.

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
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 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.

November 24, 2011

Moth-white, I flutter.
Dancing with light
that warms and softens my skin.
Teasing the shadows,
breathing out laughter.
They chase me round in circles.
Moths inside me flutter.
You hold my gaze
From the slipping shadows.
I melt in the kiss
that could have calmed
any roaring ocean.
Picked and plucked,
like the last daffodil
at the very end of Spring.
One by one,
my petals fall
and leave me bud-bare.
It’s a cold night
but your arms absorb my shivers.
I dream of your lips
and the words I have escape
and land in my ear.
The morning light is harsh
and I reach out for your hands
to find nothing.
For a moment, I doubt
if you were real.
But your smell is in my hair,
and my blood between the sheets.