elise.writer

elise.writer

VT

16 years old

Posts

  • Here In This Forest

    Winding up a short pack blanketed in pink orange pine needles
    Beams of shadows dancing across their fragile surfaces in the misty sunset
    Into the swallows of green life where at first glance
  • Countdown Until Midnight

    It's nearly midnight
    But it's only 11:57
    Soon, it will no longer be
    Which I don't really understand
    How one thing can be so here
    So vivid, and the next
    It's gone

    Like how it's 11:58 now
    And I suppose I'll write until
  • Ashes

    The silvery blue comforter than looks like a drip of liquid from the moon adorns the wide bed
    Outside the thin window rock music and hammering drums blare all too loudly even though it's past ten
  • Runaway

    If I could run away
    Leave my battered crocs from 3 years ago
    Crumpled at the ornate stone doorstep
    Feel the prickling grass and the occasional
    Sharp stick and stone on the scarred
    Soles of my runaway feet

    If I could fly away