Elise's Poetry
Falling
Tumble down to where you are,
Fall asleep and you’re not far.
Is that the only way to see:
You quite happy, just with me?
I shouldn’t wish, or think at all,
I won’t get up from where I fall.
As long as I stay next to you,
I’ll think my dream is true.
How sad that is, this fool I am!
I’d rather drown inside a dam.
Since that would hurt a little less
Than falling for your tenderness.
I envy those who are aloof,
Who do not care to show the proof
Their hearts beat just as loud as mine
But perhaps to me that is a sign
That I should bite my lip instead
And store my tears inside my head,
But how pathetic would that prove?
I think I’ll sit and wait for you.
There We Walked
There we walked on flowing feet
Up and down our well-known street
I blush the color of your cheek:
I won’t forget this place.
And suddenly my body’s warm
Since nothing in our space is torn
Snow falls still, its flakes airborne
But so is your cold hand.
The words you speak envelop me
But mine have zero harmony
Since the time you heard my plea
I will not forget.
I know you’ll never stay as mine
Since if another shows a sign
And can compete with my drab shrine
You will look their way.
I will relive our flowing feet
That eroded our tired street
I want to touch that blushing cheek
But you’ll forget my face.
Teen Dreaming
Why did I write
That poem about you?
Why did I feel,
Why did I do?
I should have kept locked
My feelings up tight
But now there’s a poem
All out in plain sight.
My words are confession
Written to you
Why did I write that?
Don’t know what to do.
Stupid teen dreaming
With a poet’s pen
Why would I write that?
…
I’d write it again.
False Hope
Do you ever, ever sit with her
The way you sit with me?
And exchange all of our secrets
Beneath our winding tree?
Do you ever picture my face
On her forehead and her cheeks?
And pretend that you would kiss my lips
Like I have too for weeks?
I’ve rearranged the letters,
Perhaps you mean my name,
But no matter all our syllables,
Your feelings will not change.
I’ll be your friend and provide advice
On how you two should kiss,
And shove my feelings somewhere dark:
A longing, lonely wisp.
Falsities
If he loves you on a flower
Please don’t believe a thing.
Because those rosy petals
Still have thick thorns that sting.
If he loves you in the clouds
Go inside, reread, refrain,
Because his love is just as weak
As chalk is to the rain.
If he loves you in his money
Please rip up that green paper
And watch his face contort
And see his patience taper.
And if he loves you in his letters,
Just throw them in a flame.
It will burn so bright and louder
Like another woman’s name.
So take this word of warning
And do the things I say:
Don’t ever trust a non-female
Who tells you he will stay.