eloria

emsf✨ poet in melancholia

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tell me—

how else could

i bare my soul

if not through

poetry?

eloria

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the house is burning

but everything

and everyone else in it—

is immune to fire

eloria

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take your time, they said

but the coffee got cold

and i had no one to blame

but the raging rain outside

eloria

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perched into a sudden oblivion

the paragonous pariah in pavilion

his past of peril preclude her opinion

a promise as rare as a vermillion

no one dared her soft rebellion

until their end of conversation

one wrong move into temptation

it'll cost him a companion

paragonous pariah, eloria

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i made the little witch cry

when i took the potion

she’d spent weeks crafting.

“a cure for the heart,” she whispered,

an antidote to chase away the pain—

the ache, the sorrow.

and i believed.

i wanted to believe.

she offered a warning.

i answered with a plea.

“a cure for this heart,” i said,

as i emptied the bottle,

hope clinging to the last drop.

but the pain,

the ache,

the sorrow—

they stayed.

now, the little witch makes me cry,

for giving me hope that magic

could mend what love had broken.

the little witch, eloria

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and the storm sings

and stills in silent seas,

but even calm waters

hide the deepest grief.

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when did too much

become too much—

right after you tolerate it?

the aftermath is haunting;

silence becomes the only answer

to a problem that settled in

long before you noticed.

you’ll never know exactly

when it started,

only that something

stopped feeling right.

haunting, eloria

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you are a shadow that mourns the sun by night,

yet quietly welcomes the return of light.

you weep beneath the scattered stars,

then gather your tears in the warmth of the sun.

a shadow aching to be seen,

they say you hide within your dark,

but never ask

what your darkness truly means.

the shadow, eloria

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i took your love

and tucked it gently into my heart.

you said it was okay,

for love is intangible.

it drifts,

it lingers,

it returns

and you have enough of it

to last across eternities.

i took your dreams

and made them my hope.

you said it was fine,

dreams are ever-changing,

they shift,

they shatter,

they reshape,

and you still have so many

to figure out.

“life,” i said.

but you paused.

you told me,

that, i cannot take.

for i have my own—

and it is mine to unfold,

mine to understand.

you said the soul is the answer,

for it is singular.

cannot be bartered,

cannot be borrowed,

and cannot be remade.

it does not drift like love,

nor shift like dreams.

it is constant,

ancient,

and indivisible.

the soul, i said—

the gods have given

what is within reach.

but fate has woven

a soul to each.

eloria

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when apology never came,

i bled in your promises

and drenched in my own hope

when apology never came,

you basked in my burning desires

and got drunk on your own lies

when apology never came,

i walked away—

and you never saw me again

eloria

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deeper than a lover’s fall,

harder than the stone i carved,

the depths no hand could fathom,

all for a love unscarred.

longer than this arduous journey,

worse than the wail of regret,

when the fates spun a false destiny,

your heart was the prize to forget.

darker than the blood of death,

bitter as the serpent’s sting,

this hand has wrought a crown of grief,

a burden no dawn could ever lift.

shirin, eloria

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when the world grew loud

and begged me to scream,

i only whispered, lost in a dream.

i hoped you’d hear

through the silence i made,

and come to my side

before i could fade.

when everything blurred

and reason felt wrong,

i still held faith that

you'd come along.

though thoughts ran shallow

and meanings were few,

i trusted the chaos would

still lead me to you.

and if sense should slip

and nothing feels right,

i’d rest in your presence

and give up the fight.

eloria

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the storyteller

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it has been a while since i look at the mirror

and appreciate the person reflected in there.

perhaps, i might have protected myself too much,

by learning to use a beast's fur in a lion's den.

have i forgiven myself enough to see it bare?

without the filters, without the thousand masks.

without the second skin, without the armor's clad.

if i stand uncovered in this blinding lights,

will i only see a stranger, or the child i left behind?

will i hide in the cloak of judgement,

or let myself free this time?

eloria

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grace me with your touch;

let your fingers prick my skin.

make this dead heart beat this time,

in a realm where sorrow kept it alive.

let the angels wait forever,

let me hold you for a while.

we'll spend a day like three autumns,

to ransom all we lost to time.

eloria

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find me in the deepest waters,

where i drown us in my thoughts.

i’ll make the ocean shallow,

wreck all the ships whole.

You said you’d burn for me.

my love, i swore i’d burn too.

i’ll collide with the stars,

let the flame devour us.

i’ll let your darkness swallow me,

like a ship claimed by the ocean’s roar.

i’ll let the fire consume me,

until i am nothing but ash.

and from that ash, i'll rise,

a ghost of sparks and salt.

never letting the ocean forget,

i am in the sky, burning for you.

ghost of sparks and salt, eloria

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tell me a lie

one last time—

i’ll believe it.

say you love me,

and i’ll go.

say you don’t,

and i’ll go

just the same.

your hand,

your arms,

they won’t

keep me.

eloria