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“Call of Cassandra” This piece is my small contribution to ‘The Women of Troy’ project supporting the production put on by Eagles Nest Theatre Company. The initiative is to combat violence against women through creativity and collaboration. We speak of violence against women, yet when we turn to our sisters we are largely oblivious that 1 in 5 of them have experienced sexual violence since the age of 15. More so, 1 in 3 have experienced physical violence and the chances were that this was in their home; a place of safety and refuge. “Violence against women was endemic to warlike society 2500 years ago. The threat of war is no longer prevalent for most first world citizens, but the level to which women across the globe are subjected to violence in their private and personal spaces is nothing short of an epidemic” (Eagles Nest Theatre Co.). Have we not evolved beyond this? It shakes the skeletons of my mother’s mothers’ to think that their trauma has brought no change. It leaches into the spirits of our boys brought into this world through wombs whose memories tell dark stories. It tarnishes our future when these boys perpetually continue the cycle of all they’ve glimpsed through dungeons behind dull eyes. It leaves rusty red stains when women hold the hands of the perpetrators, of any gender, and stand idle with clenched sledgehammer jaws. Maybe change is coming... Maybe the village can help. Let’s tell our stories and hold hands while the elders sing songs of healing. Maybe the songs will carry into the valleys and over the hills and far away. Maybe the songs will spread far and wide; And maybe they will go down in history and be sung in another 250 years time when things are better. Maybe things will be better. This collaboration is still in full swing; https://www.facebook.com/eaglesnesttheatre/ http://eaglesnesttheatre.com/women-of-troy-2019-amphitheatre-tour/ #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #spokenword #words #metoo #violenceagainstwomen #feminist #feminism #womenempowerment #women

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In the hues of blacks and greys, you came in my life as a different colour and brightened it up. ©Aditi Arora . . . Artwork by - @sandra.cumplido . . Follow @magicalwords_ to feel magic in words. . . #wordporn #poetsociety #poetsofindia #lovequotes #lovepoems #wordgasm #poetsofinstagram #indianwriters #igpoets #poem #art #creativewriting #relationshipquotes #poetryporn #writersofinstagram #lifequotes #indianpoets #writerscommunity #quotes #poetryisnotdead #poemsporn #poetsandwriters #writersnetwork #spilledink #poetry #blog #poetrycommunity #brokenquotes #blogger #magicalwords @poets @bymepoetry @poetsandwriters

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comment❤️if you relate

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Else and where else! @imcalledmas_ #instagramwriters  #writersofig  #poetrycommunity #poetsofig#instagrampoets #insomniac_diary #quotestoliveby #writersofig  #poetryofig  #tumblrpoetry #poetryinmotion#poetryisnotdead #spilledink #pulseofthewildheart #wordplay #wordsofwisdom  #wordstagram   #wordgasm #typewriterpoetry  #creativewriting  #writerofig ith #keepmovingforward #untwineme  #musings  #wordsdoinspire #untwineindiame#untwinemeindia #readers #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writerofig

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I’m staring at the television, it’s been like this all day, and for what? Eyes locked to my computer, in a darkened room, and for what? My eyes pressed against the clean colorful screen. On the outside I fall silent, but on the inside I scream. This wretched way of life has grasped my throat and taken away my time. As I sit here wallowing in my own private filth. I grow curious of the others around the hill. Did they stop looking after I made it apparent that my psyche was slightly off and my faults transparent? I can’t seem to think of any reason to leave my room. I have grown comfortable here, it is all I have known. From the countless hours of television I can stream. I can stay here forever and rest peacefully.

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I want you, only you💛

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" I always have been, and always will be `fine' and you will beleive me, too..... Unless... Unless you know of my `true Colors'...." ~depressed poet Yes, this is a different post of the same poem. I noticed a typo please ignore me i am new at this🤦😂 #poetsofinstagram #imfine #imnotfine #poets #depressionquotes #poemsofinstagram #poemsporn #quotes #writersofinstagram #truecolors #pleasekillme #poetryisnotdead #poetrycommunity #poetryporn

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I fell in love with today because today fell in love with me. It was so mutual, it was hard not to see. I'm grateful for the love and grace it gave to me. It's that gratefulness, because today fell in love with me. @Tazpoet . #poetry #poem #poet #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #typewriter #prose #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #write #writerscommunity #instapoetry #writingcommunity #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #igpoets #love

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@fromlifetoshereen #fltsgiveaway #repost @fromlifetoshereen • • • • • Spare some love for yourself too🌸 . . - @fromlifetoshereen _________________________________________________ #poeticsighs #instaquote #dubaiblogger #fromlifetoshereen #writing #womenwhowrite #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poets #tumblr #writersnetwork #love #indianwriters #poemsporn #poetry #poetryisnotdead #typewriter #quotes #peace #heal #wordswithqueens

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These heart eyes of mine. 🍃 • •#NoMakeupFeels • • #zeinabarjahwritings #poem #poet #poetry #author #book My book ‘Artificial Life’ for sale now; link is in my bio.✨ Like my Facebook page ‘Poetry and Prose by Zeinab Arjah’. #prose #wordplay #poet #poetsociety #poetcommunity #writer #writing #words #poeticjustice #poemsofig #poems #poets #poemsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetssociety #quotestoliveby

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🔥#poemoftheday #repost #atticus #poetry #poetryisnotdead #imagery #poetryisart @atticuspoetry

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FAIR PLAY 🔊🎵🎶 In my heart thousand of years stay One is of yours, of our play Rusted in my memories thoughts of your pay back Karma killing you slowly in my dreams Even in real I feel the same way Burnt and ashed words Calling a savior To light the fire again But this time more rapier To doom you in this light of yours With heart all coiled around And your neck turned to the Earth Just so you can be maverick And clouds seem to cry in joy When you were hanged in the court of justice in eyre You chose to run and fell into a drone Your breath slumbered and saw death in gown Taught me to play, now you gotta pay I'm looking upto angels God be my ray, Close your eyes, and rest in peace babe Soon they're going to take you away I'll walk to your funeral and slay "He was a nice guy", I would say Buried under dust, you'd feel betrayed Amidst the rocks you'd lay What? That's just Fairplay! ~Minahir . . . . . . . . Song: Kiana Lede Fairplay🎶 . . . . . . . . . . #wordgasm #spilledink #qotd #quotes #poetry #poetrycommunity #poems #love #sad #life #lifequotes #hurt #beauty #wordporn #poem #writersofinstagram #writing #quotesdaily #quoteoftheday #word #poemas #poemsofinstagram #mentalhealth #anxiety #art #poet #spilledthoughts #spilledwords #poetryisnotdead #poetssociety

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Still. @p.k.writes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity#poetryisnotdead#poetrycommunityofinstagram#poetrylovers#poetrygram#poetryislife#instapoetry#poetryofig#poetrysociety#poetsofinstagram#poets#writing#writingcommunity#writinglife#creativewriting#writingismyfreedom#writersofinstagram#life#lifequotes#sad#globalcultpoet#wordsmith#wordgasm#heart#bymepoetry

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Featured on #untwinemeuk , @katherinebinks_art Follow @untwineme.uk and use the hashtag #untwinemeuk for a chance to be featured ----------------------------------------------------------------------

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"Frankenstein" Death to my creator My originator Father of fallacy Not right you see To bring life From death...to infuse breath Which left body long Before. Was it worth saving Me?...This abomination now free But I am alive...I am alive! ...Strive to thrive By creating a man born With nothing inside Yet I am a monster to all With no one in which to Confide...I must hide. ...Death to my creator My shaper, my maker All that you hold dear... I shall be their undertaker You shall part with Everything, that is your heart ...Fall in the hole called death, Will the souls of everything you Have left... but I will leave your breath ...We are alive...we are alive! Now we are both monsters With nothing... Nothing but loathing inside So...must we hide? -Phil D. Artwork..."Art of Frankenstein" by Patrick Jones #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #instapoem #instapoet #instapoetry #instapoetrygram #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #writing #writersofinstagram #writers #writersofig #spilledink #spilledinkpoetry #thoughts #wordporn #words #poetryisnotdead #deadpoetssociety #wordswithkings #wordsmith #wordy #poetssociety #wordsofinstagrams #wordsforlovers #bymepoetry #dtoslive

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Baby girl, everything about YOU is wonderful. The mask you are wearing is not you but love, I can see right through it. Take it off so all the world can admire the person you truly are. //tags• #poems #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #love #beautiful #art #writer #writing #words #quotes #poet #poetryisnotdead #poetsofinstagram #poisonouspoem #writerscommunity #poetsofig #writersofig #write #book #thepoempress #poetsociety #igpoetry #instapoetry #instapoem #igreads #lovepoem #sadpoem •always love your feedback❤ •all poems I post are mine ● I dedicate this to all of you who may be struggling to be themselves out of fear. You are amazing and I hope you find the strength to spread your wings to flaunt the amazingness that IS YOU :)

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@haffysahal

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basking in the euphoria i have created the sun in my skin the sun in my bones lighting me up (join me - not a question) ——————— Dress - @zara I think I want to get false eyelashes 🤔

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❤️Drop your views in comment box _______________________________________________ Tag someone special🧡 _________________________________________________ Appreciate The Writer In Comment. @stories_by__me ❤️ _________________________________________________ Follow @tnytles for more. Turn on post notifications ________________________________________________ #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #writingcommunity #instapoet #lovenotes #prose #freeverse #quotesonlove #writtenwords #quotes #author #poetsociety #igpoets #tales #lines #tbt #literature #quotesgram #quotesdaily #quotesforlife #poetryislife #thought #typewriterpoetry #writer #feelingspecialtoday #tales #sorry #promise #wordgasm #writingcommunity #wordporn #tnytles

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Don't lose a good woman. @yusufkisula

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♐️♐️♐️

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Remember, you are not here to compete because your worth is more than any of that. You are unique and so should your goal be. When you begin to write down your goal, see that it fills your heart with happiness, with more power, with growth. It is essential that you customise the way you write it coz it will help you nourish and accomplish it. And it must be relatable to you. Don’t panic, it’s easy. I’ll tell you how. Begin with words that are more relatable, eg - my goals for today are... or I am.... Add more specific words you’d want to accomplish. Expressed in positive and present tense. Beginning with “I” results in more powerful effect on your subconscious mind and stimulate creativity. “When you are saying “I”, it is actually the billions of neutrons in your brain collectively expressing their functional existence.” - Abhijit Naskar, What is mind?

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Shudder.

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From - "Teach me how to feel nothing." (Work in progress)

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have u ever found sweetness in the abyss?

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#sorrynotsorry

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FULL PIECE BELOW ************************************************************ Here we are, approaching the cusp of a new start Our failings conceded to the idea of redemption Making certain that we relish in this rare currency Forgetting that we are at the helm of our own change It is certainly enticing, the gift of starting over But let’s not forget That the merit of beginning almost always comes in the growing... Elle Bor

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Ten things I fear: 1. Small, dark, and enclosed spaces 2. My turn on the roundabout and 4-way stops 3. Airplane turbulence 4. The drilling sound at the dentist 5. Being exiled to outer space 6. Never mustering enough courage to dream 7. Dying before ever knowing how you feel 8. Dying before telling you the same 9. Forgetting who I am, forgetting it all 10. And only remembering who you are /ten things I fear, from least to most/ Elle Bor

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I haven’t yet found a way to burn your nostalgia off my tongue Elle Bor

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*************************************************************I watch the post clock run its hands Nine fifty-nine to ten Right before the ferry horn wails Charcoal pigeons startled away from their driftwood stoop It is uncanny, without effort How time rules No matter our protests to keep it still, we permit the phenomenon in painful resolve There aren’t many things I choose to defy But the ones that are, They’re often aligned with grave impossibility Such as fate, fear love and time of course I wish I could go back to the bellies of my past Use my words first before testing them in my mind Perhaps, if nothing else You’ll know how I feel And it calls to me a faint but thriving bellow Vociferating our names amid the howls of the surf We want it, the ocean’s retort But only the ones we want to hear No wonder why I’ve been waist deep in all the answers And yet, I cannot bring myself to understand See, I’ve been waiting for the day I’ll stop loving you When what I really needed was to accept that it will never happen But that there is a beautiful life placed in front of me Still so much much more to live for... Elle Bor

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I’m always searching for the insatiable found only in the thrill of the fleeting Something similar to the boy I once loved who came to be the man I lost And I wonder if he spurred my addiction to the temporary or perhaps I was never made for permanence… Elle Bor

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It remains winter in parts of you that have forgotten how to love me Yet you long for my return Hiding it cleverly in plain sight with the hunger of a new born volture scouring for dead things in the grave of the living Elle Bor

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******************************************* I held him tighter that day in the very same moment you parked your gaze at me Her fingers weaved into yours my head cushioned by his shoulder And just before our elbows brushed in passing, Everything ceased but you and me Right there, we were clinging to kin sentiments imploring to the same god And we really could have Took each other’s hands and ran as fast as we could But the hourglass stopped its last grain of sand fell without warning Before courage takes another chance to pursue us And so we went, with the rest of the world Obeying the compass from the hands that held us But not before they pressed on our skin, the silent aches of our goodbye The loud rebellion told only by our eyes Our vow swept away by the roaring greeting of the monsoon I often think about it, that night we laid on the rust colored sofa deaf to the chaos within our periphery You said, “You’re the one I want to spend my life with.” How I believed it How much I felt the same And in some ways, our words remained true We will always have this thing between us a vast magnanimity wound up inside our fists The day you took her hand while I took his You see, I will always love you in this lifetime meant only to fight it.... Elle Bor

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Love, You inspire me Both to make poetry and set the pages on fire And love, I cannot bring myself to choose one over the other... Elle Bor

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I can never bring myself to love Christmas if it continues to honor your permanent absence. ************************************************************ At times, it is the light that deposits my body into the berth of cheap thread count Most nights , darkness relishes in forced admittance Parking its camaraderie at my bedside Its scabrous hands drawing monsters on the ceiling Feared by my naive and five year old eyes Not long enough, solitude comes invading the silence The only voice of storytelling I know of But I am too young to read the words inept to turn the pages As I muddle with confusion and paper cut fingers They loiter along my pitted stomach, my inanimate caregivers Until sleep reaches in and auctions me to the highest nightmare bidder And years go by I cry and cry for the hollow I never understood But learn and learn How to become the heroine who wields the sword to fight These limbs have slogged long enough to patron the horrors Of forceful forget How her touch felt on my skin Survival has hardened the surface of my exteriors It was always a gift It was always a curse Yet don’t be fooled, by these strapping fronts -our seemingly impenetrable barriers The belly laughters or the life that adorn our cheeks Don’t mistake the brilliance in our eyes nor the pedestal that nurtures our even keels For anything else other than to exist This victory has always been betrothed to defeat Us true heirs of pain Us, motherless children Elle Bor

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I preserve this gift as if I’m truly certain it belongs to me Awaiting my true purpose to serve others Why do I write? Elle Bor

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Most days, I know who I am What I’m meant to do Where I belong Other times, I’m merely a name on a census Trudging aimlessly for a place to call home Elle Bor

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********************************************* Don’t come back if you only could as a shadow of who you used to be Or in idle fragments Of the love you once gave fiercely Don’t come back not even as a friend Because I wouldn’t know how to keep you in my life if you can’t be the center of my world... Elle Bor

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So Goodbye for now, my sweet heartbreak who was once just a brown-eyed boy who stained my unblemished heart with love and offered me the stars on a piece of paper But the world failed to caution what neither of us knew, that paper CUTS too! Elle Bor

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The music is a distant call a chorus of a mystical siren cajoling intoning my name in the purse of their throats I waited for their melody to reach your ears against the tidal sloshes and ocean bellows I waited for your hands to seize mine and tell me “My love, that is our future. To heed its call, we must.” But your senses have been deadened by the sinister sibling of your own waiting Once you paid its cause for someone else before me I waited You waited Until it no longer became a choice One foot in front of the other, I was compelled to but you didn’t follow And that is fine You see, the song was only meant for me My fate was always to dance forward and alone without you Elle Bor

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******************************************* There is a grievous rule in the universe, Blinding Deafening enthralled by our names Making certain of our cosmic intersection It’s infallible No matter what extraordinary affair it demerits I always have faith in it more than any belief I have more than I should You are this wild softness an unrivaled meal to my constant hunger And I fall, with ease towards the ocean often on your pillows of hollow promises sometimes at your glacial touch always to sharp blades awaiting the slitting of my belly in love in lust in fury in grief In spite of the “how’s” With you I fall I just do Elle Bor

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Long after the inception of this novel, I found myself writing more and maturing in this craft, year after year. I can definitely say that my skill has grown and I found my identity both in genre and purpose. One thing that’s been truly hard to remaster is my old courage and heart. I left them here, leaching within the pages of A THOUSAND STEPS HOME. I ought to reclaim them..

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********************************************************** He held my body like a sacred offering to the gods of love, praying to win the heart and soul that comes with it. And I with a strangled voice, summoned the wind to bring a message for you. “Please incarcerate them tighter until I’m free. They belong in your hands. I belong to you.” Elle Bor ************************************************************

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Here I am... ************************************************************Sharp nails abrading the tenderness off my skin meaning to exfoliate the ghastly sight beheld by a pair of reticent eyes Ill refute is the only face it could recognize This fury has been ignited from an old flame I have now been crowned its doppelgänger In memory of this stranger I replaced I look nothing like the last woman but our backs resemble in affliction by same hands and the same scourge Though I am without fault Has it always been congenital? this hunger for love To seemingly become magnetized towards the frail and broken As if my value hangs in the balance against my mastery to mend them all Or is it just you? my sweet swain of disaster For whose ruins I will eagerly rehabilitate no matter my lack of skill no matter the cost Go on Look at me I’m paying soberly for the sins of your past lovers Elle Bor

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But love, I finally did it found myself in the same space where I once lost you. Elle Bor

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We’ve always had an allegiance to the hurt that we could have made a home in here, if we wanted to.... ************************************************************ There in the fetid corner dimmed by our restraints yet illuminated by the candor of our skin, we come face to face Lips pressed together to guard what we mean against what has already been said I wait, you wait Testing our backbones to succumb unwillingly by its porous nature But the quiet succeeds our faces marred with resistance battling the eruptions in our chest How we shun the mouths of those who seek pleasure in pain I’m afraid to ask, for here we are and what does that make us? Elle Bor

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I’m still haunted by the things I should have told you By the love we could never have... Elle Bor

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************************************************************ Darkness sweeps away the crimson light wallowing in this meager subsidy of time and its prison There a body, paraded by the soft sand All mangled in blame and lack of purpose as a sunken ship in shallow tide This reach of despair, I hold in expertise all in feeling rather than in memory Defeated by the year’s passing as it lobbied for my demise This absolute nothingness, is all there is The battle has been won as all the voices have been lost But what if, something else grew? As I desperately toiled against the cracks on the desert floor There is hope Yes, hope Isn’t that still some sort of victory? Elle Bor

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In all shades of mute...

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******************************************* There is an intoxicating luminescence how her eyes approach their beholder as if they certainly could pull every star from its death and revive fallen galaxies from their sink hole burials Simply by her gaze And when she smiles, its recipient could drown in kindness and its incursion Relishing in the quiet foray of the drumrolls in his chest Always with vibrance Always with grace Oh but when she loves, renders all that you know about the word forgotten and obsolete Disarming Maddening Placing habits of utmost significance in conscious abandon And when she’s gone her absence becomes a clout made in swords and tridents Voice hurling across the valley in recital of regret Haunting old lovers long after she leaves Launching wars from unwary males as if they were once amicable countries that were merely struck with famine by her looming departure All that will be in vain Nevertheless Her heart will plunge into corruption By him By his arresting lure It’s only a matter of time I anguish for her, this woman Befallen by his potent spell Unknowing of the paragon bound to her soul Of essence only worthy of vikings and warriors How do I caution her? For lifetimes ago, I was the damsel whose fate will inevitably become hers You see, I once had the completeness of myself But I lost it all by way of loving the same man Elle Bor

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******************************************* The light stows away in hibernation shrouded by the mystery of the grandfather’s clock Robbing the sun from me Trawling the fall back in severe subtlety Don’t misconstrue the darkness by four in the afternoon It’s not meant for sleep and it’s peaceful invitation For by now, I would have rendered bald desolate the woods around me As they stand in idle with their meaningless skeletons and arthritic branches No I don’t usually write in this fashion but I’ve exhausted all nine lives in this pit of decaying leaves We’re just too late for the saving so far gone for the warmth of a bonfire It is always in vain fighting your ghost Like vanquishing a demon as it gives birth to a new litter But what can be surmised from a a wide-eyed girl? Who shook the tree for a single fruit and received much more than what she wished for But nothing, Nothing would have been the worst thing I could do After you said you loved me too... Elle Bor

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We warred fiercely Loved greatly but never at the same time never together...

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A little throwback. It’s November. I deserve it😌 ************************************************************ The demons I fight in my head, they all look like you seething with fury as my sanity lays endangered I’ve been wasting away sucked dry from your touch Skinned Gutted It must be time now for your coincidental exit But you will return soon enough after the distance restores me and my body becomes ripe again for your voracious taking I will be ready sledgehammer in my grip breaking the same concrete walls I once used to keep you out You and I, it goes like this: The way I know of love, it has always been an illness Only true, in front of empty bottles Only real, behind slamming doors And the way I was taught about letting go, it never means wanting to Elle Bor

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THE NEXT CHAPTER It was serene how it all ended No collision No smoke No fragments Just a quiet turning of a page And the transcendence of night to day You have grown accustomed to being chased And I, I simply got tired of running... -Elle Bor

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******************************************* A shrine fumigated by incense reeks of myrrh and the denial of absolution- It’s your grave I speak of extolling in its victory from a thieved jurisdiction The space you left remains molded to your shape as an outline of a dead body past the perpetrating of a crime on the gruesome floor I once enshrouded you in loose soil filled with men hungry for your inheritance How facile, the way they sieve you back to the surface by a single tremor of your memory How easy, for my parts to nod in decorum with what little love this void reminds me of And there in between the quiet pulls of waiting and leaving I learned of hell and heaven- how they were forced into a perilous treaty just so I could love you... Elle Bor

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SECOND BEST ************************************************************* I am a dying, gravely entangled nerve in your crusade to fill the void next to you By way of abundance, this has been my flaw Never yet have I fallen short at the giving Ever. Ever. Behold my fleet, a ship bound in wreckage loading and unloading this fare of cathartic women with words that fail in action None of them are me There must be something more to this part I play in your tournament Much more than just ferrying bodies in the squall of heartbreak I deserve the gold- is something worth believing A wish for home from a journey fraught in refuse Until then, it’s just another day in the life of your second best Elle Bor

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This one felt impossible to pen... *************************************************************It must really be taxing for the rain to conceal this assault between my ruptured lips beneath my chest Under the mist and thunder roars This loathing, fixated on weathered walls and bathroom tiles adorned with mold spores In my veins, growing in disobedience And inside my rib cage between air hungers I wonder how many have been here How they compromise How I should For all the times, I’ve tried to dissolve this cloud of grief that has followed me time and time again miles and miles away from where our love was buried If only it exists, a place I can send them to that welcomes every ownerless faults spilling out of me Where time is boxed and the distance folded somewhere in its wasteland Maybe, just maybe it wouldn’t be so heavy But there isn’t, no such thing as It always finds its way back in my midst burning in refusal Patiently waiting knocking at my fortress Begging for a way in Hoping to find permanence in the cradle of my heartbeats and warm breaths And how could I deny shelter from anyone or anything that’s been drenched in the storm? Your memory enters it always does... Elle Bor

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************************************************************ I came home today Oh, how I’ve longed for this return to our own place this tender abode But what used to be of fertile growth is now inflamed with barren soil Nothing’s the same where our laughter roamed freely is a town aged in disgrace Marred with faceless ghosts and apparitions lacking names that cry in silence I ache I throb For this death from bodies that have long been cold before anyone could pay their grief For wooden boxes that have since leached in decay drowning violently in the sea of dirt Take me too, comes my quiet plea Heard and ignored by a murder of crows flying blindly by This is what became of us of this love The one inherent to this familiar landscape now peopled with strangers Suddenly. Quietly. Everything has changed.. —Elle Bor

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******************************************* The rolls and swerves of heartbreak is the silent making of self abduction What is failed at being articulated is roared loudly in the deep trenches within us That is a misfortune, how we beg to be seen to be heard from outside of us by blind eyes and deaf ears For which the expanse of our pain is clearly unfitting And one day, it just happens when we can’t run away from it Just there, in the clock ticks of our waking hours as an eerie phantom in our sleep This agony that cuts through our viscera Remember? The weight that we so desperately begged the world to take away We seize them to bury back into our own unsuitable faculties Pity really, how only a few understand that it is a mistake To think of our mind’s prowess as this sanctuary Where we could rest our embattled souls But the longer this solitude steeps within its walls, we become its unwitting prisoners And friend, this is how we get lost in a way that cannot be found Elle Bor