Ms. Elevated

I challenge the conventional and create my own normal. To be complacent is to be satisfied with the mediocrity. I am a collective of ideas, images, feelings, and words. Don't attempt to define the undefinable, Elevate your intellect

[elevatedintalek]

Confessions of a poetess: An address to the mirror

Dear Love,

As the son melts away yesterday

you melt away the pains of yester-year.

You are my dawn

And in your eyes I find refuge

from the ruins of empires built on sand

The tide has yet to come 

And too weak am I to sort through the rubble

Rubble with tattered pieces of me infused in the catastrophe.

But weary soldiers find enemies in friends

Am I just as mistaken?

Has the emptiness of fallen fortresses

Rendered me incapable of seeing night from day?

Are you the knight I seek

or Knight I have created?

Are you the love I seek

or the love I have created?

Forlorn am I

Searching for the light of day

to illuminate new beginnings

And with the melting of the dew

So melts my guarding walls

Opening the ruins of my abyss 

to judgement, scrutiny, pruning, and rebuilding

The latter I pray

A captive of my own fallacies

My destruction the result

Are you the desires that I have sought?

Or the mirrored projection of eyes that are wrought?

-Anastasia

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Pick your poison tequila, vodka, or rum

She chose love

drowned herself in it, drowned herself in you

throat burning from shots of you she takes daily

she weeps daily

tequila filled tears roll down her cheek tracing salt and lime stained trails from her face to her bosom

risen body temperature and racing heart blurs her vision and all she sees is you

all she loves is you

your actions negate the vows your lips constantly confess

selfishly you watched her drown in love

leaving her hunched over the toilet regurgitating what wont keep down in her heart

instead of broken bacardi or smirnof bottles littering the floor tatter pieces of her sanity remain to remind her of last night

this morning,

 tomorrow

and tomorrows to come

pick your posion

she chose love

only to find that it is possible to overdose

she chose love

and drowned in it

-Anastasia Mebane

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[elevatedintalek]

The unread letter

Heart break

feels like a thousand bricks resting on the fragility of your chest

causing limited oxygen to the brain while the searing pain blurs vision

the decision

that must be made is only complicated by the inability to mentally breath

caught in between

i hate you and i love you

this limbo surfaces the scars of the past reopens the wounds to bleed a new

I knew,

the risk before i entered the ring

so the only question i ask is will you stand and watch the fatality of your own destruction,

or will you help me piece together the carnage of my

heart break

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Bubble Gum, Shoe Strings, and Unrequited time

Maybe its for the best                                                                                           you see at the current moment I’m a bit of a mess.                                       Pieced together with some bubble gum, shoe strings, and duct tape                 Since D day Ive been hurting but it’s now incorporated                                       I’m just your friendly neighborhood pain addict                                                     it only hurts when i stop moving                                                                           I keep a smile illustrated so I can continue to run from my afflict               Maybe its for the best though                                                                                                            Rock bottom only leaves you with 2 choices                                                                                             Climb up or stay down                      Yea I’m moving but the motion aint in my feet                                                  My mind races to no where                                                                                   line of vision, just blurred submission to the new normal, pain                            Contorted unconditional love running off the tracks no train

Hey, but maybe its for the best                                                                             I made the mistake of letting it fester                                                                   when you stopped nourishing my heart, I should have ripped out the roots.     Sure, the pain would have reached the depths of my soul                                    but instead i chose                                                                                               to let these withered tendrils rot with malnourish                                                  I said maybe we can be friends                                                                            “You said sure! “                                                                                             “But lets be clear, i still plan to watch as you disintegrate”                                   “Spectate the demise, while I go back to the ones I betrayed you for, time after time” 

You know what,Maybe its for the best                                                                   Two months have passed and I love you is still tatted on my tongue                  I cant even hate you, Like i wanna be one of those girls that fuck my ex on to the next , but shit                                                                                                 instead i forge fiction like, I don’t love you, I don’t miss you, you never cross my mind                                                                                                                 lies crossed and weaved over the clock to pacify the wound.                           But I know one look into your sun rimmed eyes will rip through my fabricated band-aid.

Maybe its for the best                                                                                           That you have your coast and I have mine                                                     You see at the current moment I’m a bit of a mess                                               Pieced together with some lies, false hope, and unrequited time                       Since D-day, Ive been hurting but the hurt is now incorporated                          It only hurts when I stop moving                                                                          And your presence makes the world stop                                                            Hope is my mess.                                                                                                So shit                                                                                                                                                               maybe its for the best 

[elevatedintalek]

Moon lit kisses lead me to this familiar place like bread crumbs out of danger

Serenity fills the room with the aroma of roses that sweetly tickle the senses and ignite the glow authentic to your eyes.

Spatial familiarity,

but owned in the authenticity of our unity

The ends of to the week serve to begin you and me

And in this place we distance ourselves from negative energy

This shared space is ours alone and transforms in our presence

The room dissolves and we become utopia

Enveloped in the satin caresses

Eloped from certainty

Immersed in this soft honeyed connection

Suldry traces linger for just a second longer as your hand glides against the contours of my frame

We are both lost

forgetting thought ,we allow the heart to speak

And as the language consumes us

We melt together in the twilight

Innocent embraces laced with sensual intentions

This is purity at its finest

I just

Want to spend infinity in this one single spot

Passion is reality

Love is eternity

At least

until the sun rises

- Anastasia Mebane

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Confessions of a poetess: A class time vignette

In my solitude

I am the sole proprietor of my fate

In my solace

I solicit the company of the divine

In this I find

Me, Myself, and I

-Anastasia

[elevatedintalek]

Confessions of a poetess:

Today I saw the sunrise for the first time

in your eyes.

And as the burning orb melts away the darkness

I find

myself engulfed in the newness of the day

the opportunities that emerge in your horizon are endless

And I am trapped in our oneness

my life

once loveless has been revived

I saw the sun rise for the first time

in your eyes.

- Anastasia

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