June 13, 2012

by Elexa Rose
I hold my breath
And I can lower myself
Under the water.
I can swim
Or rather I can’t but
I can look like I am.
It feels like it should
And I’m like everybody else
But better.
No one can see I’m faking it
Because no can see
Under here.
Smooth lines are distorted
It’s all out of focus
Under here.
And the water is a little warm
So that against my skin
I can barely feel it.
I can move
With slow resistance
With little thought.
But my lungs strain
I can’t hold it
For long.
And bursting through
The surface breaks
Thunder bangs on my ears.
I gasp at air
For a moment
Until I can go back down.

April 19, 2012

by Elexa Rose

men chasing men
like stags
dripping out
of water logged rooms
that smell like
stale whatifnots.
and very young girls
tearing up paper,
small receipts
they drop
and stuff
and clogg the drains up.
i am walking.
past: hopefully through
these mellow townspeople.
i do not wish
to touch their ink
or stain
my pale
wasting cheeks
with cheap red lipstick
i watch them
without looking at them,
eyes straight,
view curved and bent.
my footsteps mimic
the haste in my
heart, without will
i slow it with dark
smoke: my lungs.
i cough, and they notice me.

Is this what they call the end?
January 17, 2012

White lines followed by red lines
they interlock like a picket fence.
Just ask the question to show
you realise that I’m growing sick
and tired.

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.

January 16, 2012

by Elexa Rose
It’s not that I don’t
care, or I’m stoned
or a bit drunk. I just
can’t let myself trust
your less-than half
hearted words. We laugh
and smile though I wish
you’d put meaning in your kiss
so these silences aren’t so
painful and slow.

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.

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.

Never the last
November 30, 2011

by Elexa Rose
My head follows me
everywhere I go.
Perched on the top
of my body.
It moves with me.
There are constant arguements
in hushed voices
between my head, my heart
and my hand.
No one ever wins.
Back to reality
bu the reality is
I don’t know what that is.
Though I really am trying
to figure it out.
My eyes only see
what I’m allowed to see.
But by whose authority?
Who made these rules?
I’m here to break them.
But I won’t.
My limbs are snapping
with bright strobes.
It’s impossible not to
get absorbed by this sound.

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 17. A Book That I’ve Read That Has Changed My Views In Some Way.
November 17, 2011

~Thirty Days of Truth Challenge (

The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald), I know I go on about this book a lot, but it really was one of those books that made me go, “FUCKING WOW!” Everyone has a bit og Gatsby in themselves, I’m forever worried about it, especially the whole aspect of him glorifying his view on Daisy, his inevitable disappointment, because in some ways, we all expect a lot more from people than they can or ever will deliver. People are always disappointing, and that is a fact of life. There isn’t one person in my life who hasn’t disappointed me in some way or another at some point. I’m not saying I’m hard to please, and I wouldn’t in any way every hold these things against them, because I know, in turn, I have disappointed people as well. Life just is disappointing, if you let it be. It depends on what you focus on, I guess. Also, I like this book because it show the absolute futility of Gatsby’s actions. He does everything. He succeeds. He beats the classes. He changed the winds as much as he humanly could. But, it wasn’t enough, because at the end of the day, sometimes the words just says NO. More importantly, people. People are rejection. And rejection after reworking your entire life for one girl, for one beautiful delusion of love, that is real tragedy. So how did this change my view on things? I think it sort of wakes you up a bit, shows you that the American Dream, is just a dream. It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t aspire and push your ambitions, but don’t expect it always happen. Disappointment is an inevitable part of human life. Get over it, I guess. Don’t let it ruin your life. Don’t let it kill you. Obviously there is a lot more to this book than just that. I’m sure I’ll rant about other aspects at other times. I love this book too much.