elise.writer

elise.writer

VT

15 years old

Posts

  • Planner pages

    My overpriced Staples planner
    doesn't have a millimeter of space
    adorning any one of its pages,
    I swear. Each line is written in some
    sort of miscroscopic font to fit
    each clumsy letter, it's like
    hieroglyphics. Coffee and cocoa
  • freckles

    If constellations are a figment of the imagination,
    then why do they feel so real? Then again,
    does imagining make anything any less real?

    No one could notice your freckles
    if they didn't look very, very, closely.
  • Set Ablaze

    My knees are scraped raw,
    my fingers calloused from years
    of braiding the strings in sequence,
    silently praying to all the gods
    I don't believe in. As I lie
    on the dirt-covered ground,
    the blinding blue sky burning
  • Everything

    If the stars could speak, I've always wondered what they would say.
    Would they render us cowards for sitting back and watching each lantern fall,
    allowing Ursa's handle to crumble? In this sepia-toned memory called life,

  • First Snow

    It doesn't matter if you're young or old.
    Rise from your drowsy slumbers and black-and-white dreams, just like every other morning.
    But there's something different today, on this bright and whimsical sunrise.