a fickle creature.

Feminist. Humanist. Aspiring Writer.

[kelizabethshe]

I started recording my poems. This is my voice. These are my words.

[kelizabethshe]

You use to call me Gorgeous; Now you just call me Whore.

“I whispered both of your dogs into the ocean.”

I did not know what you meant. You called me a whore. I do not know how many times that was by then but you said it many times more. We broke it. The ocean flooded the beach were we slept and made love so many times. Where we slow danced in the winter. Where you taught my dog to swim. 

I am afraid I won’t find anyone else that made me as happy as you and it scares the hell out of me. I have already tried to replace you and have failed every time.

It is so difficult to pretend you do not exist when you flood every space in my mind. 

[kelizabethshe]

These poems are getting longer because these lines are piling up in my brain.

[kelizabethshe]

In Between Sending Songs

There once was a boy with ginger hair who felt like the world did not care.

He watched his mother burn down their house. He fell in love with a girl that had the voice of a mouse.

He traveled with one suitcase and a guitar so he was never tied down. Always ready to move on to another town.

He sang songs about his broken heart and always did well at playing the part.

He pushed his love away stating she was a mess, but in reality it was he that was the best at ruining everything.

He longed for the day when his body would burn away just like that house just like the love of the girl that sounded like a mouse.

[kelizabethshe]

Blue nail polish

chipped away

I have written this poem before

I have been in this place before

how does one circle

back after

insisting upon never returning.

It’s been blue

for over

a year.

Remove the paint

and begin

again.

Purple so dark it is almost

black

like clotted blood.

The reflection of the moon

and then it is gone.

Blue nail polish

chipped away

I have written this poem before.

[kelizabethshe]

Another Tragic Ending to an Affair that Did Not Matter.

Flowers die and so will I,

Beauty is nothing but a fleeting lie,

Standing, waiting, watching love go by.

I couldn’t leave, I stood there, just listening to you sigh,

We never got the timing right and I don’t know why,

Flowers die and so will I.

Those moments when we pretended we would never lie,

It was worth every second under the night sky,

Standing, waiting, watching love go by.

You told me you couldn’t remember who last saw you cry,

Upon investigation I learned it was just another lie.

Flowers die and so will I.

We were both a little too shy.

Except when tempers exploded or when you kissed my thigh.

Standing, waiting, watching love go by.

I cannot count how many times you’ve said goodbye,

Or how often you left me rubbing a red swallow eye.

Flowers die and so will I,

Standing, waiting, watching love go by.

[kelizabethshe]

The Results of a Photograph and Thoughts while Standing Post

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven ant bites because of you. Or at least I want to blame you.

Catching stranger’s eyes with half sheepish smiles.

I wanted to sing songs with you.

[kelizabethshe]

A List of Twelve Years

Big Spring Park Fountain Circle 219 Bob G. Hughes Blvd A house without walls Monte Sano Maple Hill cemetery Your apartment off Drake Madison Square Mall Mountain Gap Road Ditto Landing Pig Face Black Widow Spider Inside my car Inside your car Rain Dogs Burro Bar Hourglass Halloween Party in Springfield 1841 North Pearl Street Porch Fest Atlantic Beach The White Lion Adams Street in front of The Carling The Nooney Family Bench Heavenside Drive WallStreet Beaucler Elementary Memorial Park County docks in the dark Plus everywhere else you went with me.

[stitcherywitchery]

Bear’s Rainbow Blanket – a free crochet pattern by Purl Soho.

[kelizabethshe]

I can now add to the list, failed bartender.

[wnq-writers]

During the day I am gentle, wise, noble and modest. However, when the moon is full and the night is black; I am rigid, confused, humbled and brash.

Ishkhan Hovhannisyan (via wnq-writers)

[makeblackoutpoetry-deactivated2]

Who’s been here before? Moment captured by @b.inkstuff. Great piece! #makeblackoutpoetry #blackoutpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetry

[kelizabethshe]

This is a good one.

[kelizabethshe]

Today.

My feet are tired and my head is busy. I traded in teaching Abc's for mixing drinks and standing. Looking pretty. That's the only reason I got these two jobs this week. I know that. It doesn't make me feel any better about myself. All of the debt I have occurred for my education doesn't really mean shit. Not while I have my looks. How fucked is that? No one seems to care what I know. Just how I look. I know I benefit from privilege. But it doesn't mean I have to rely on it. I'm more than that.

[noprxncess-deactivated20190914]

Ich will dich, nur dich. Für den Rest meines Lebens.

(via noprxncess)

[christinekellyandpartners-deact]

If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

Roald Dahl (via muffytakesmanhattan)

[thelovejournals]

You want my opinion? We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.

Robert Fulghum, True Love  (via thelovejournals)

[carpelunam]

“I love that you love me.”