Sticky Notes

That's the third time that's happened.
It probably won't be the last.

It's the first time this has happened.
What if it happens to fast?

This is the second time it's happened.
The wonder never seems to last.

But then I remember it never happened.
My dreams die away to fast.

© Elizabeth White, 2008

Answers

I've asked of You so many things...
And You always remember them, no matter how small!
Because You're not just another treasure;
You're everything -- or nothing at all.


© Elizabeth White, 2008

Restraint

The softer they get, the harder it is to say

no.

The warmer they feel, the harder it is to just

go.

They way they touch me, it's like you just

know.

I know restraint is not all that I

show.

© Elizabeth White, 2008

My Beautiful Distraction

I forget everything I should remember -
I do nothing that I should.
But I'll never complain about it, my love,
For I'm doing exactly what I should.

The future is uncertain; it's out of our hands.
But it was God who brought us together,
And only God who can separate us.
Through Him our love will be forever.

© Elizabeth White, 2008

Stuck With Pins

The pale moon is my light, my way;
The sun is surely what will bring judgment day;
I sit under the stairs, under the stars, hidden in the gray;
I look to the moon as to the Triple Goddess I pray;
Maiden, Mother, Crone, I sit and chant, I shake and sway;
Your will is mine to do, my heart yours to weigh;
For the Book of Shadows, my hidden secret, I have fallen prey;
I shall never let the sun touch me, not the smallest ray;
All my life I have been a cliche.

© Elizabeth White 2008

Jack the Ripper

Every night, 'bout a quarter to ten
The doctor man comes up, then comes back again
Every night, 'bout a minute to eleven
The doctor man sends another to heaven

The doctor man knows what to do
He'll use his fancy tools on you
So hush my child, go to sleep
Or the doctor man will buy you for cheap

© Elizabeth White 2007

Hanging Apples

The Hanging Apples on the tree;
They sit and stare, they stare at me.
I wish I could have but one taste;
For these apples are only going to waste.
I'll pick just one, just one, you'll see;
But I forgot nothing is made for free.
This is a sad story, that's how it's meant to be;
I didn't eat the Hanging Apple; the Hanging Apples ate me.

© Elizabeth White 2007

The Forest

There! there, among the trees...
Do you see it? do you see...
Something's there! something...
But you see nothing? nothing...
You have to believe me! believe in me...
But you will not? you don't believe...
I tell you it's there! there, among the trees...
Don't you see it? do you see...

© Elizabeth White 2007

Under the Light

Under the light
The tears pour out but I try and fight
Under the light
The moon that lights the eternal night
Under the light
The candle wax that impairs my sight
Under the light
My heart gives out and my soul takes flight

© Elizabeth White 2007

Autumn Love Defined

I thought I would be walking this path
Straight towards you, like always.
But when I started walking, you weren't there!
You had slipped out of my gaze.

I had thought I was right, of course,
But I had never quite stopped to think
Where that road would lead me to.
Never did I stop to rethink.

I haven't reached the end of my path,
But I'm not traveling your's anymore.
I've found something new to spend my time on.
I've finally opened a new door.

© Elizabeth White 2008

My Lover's Dream

I'm sorry that you dreamed that dream...
Because you never know if it will happen to me.
But the last thing I want is for you to worry
Because that will surely bring Death in a hurry.

I love you so much, and I want you to know
That Death is the only thing that can make me go.

© Elizabeth White 2008

Pearl Harbor

It was too quick for me.
But was it painful for you?

I want to know what I can't see.
I want to know: did you love it too?

© Elizabeth White 2008

Cigarette Smoke

The artificial light of the ceiling fan,
Blades stationary; unmoved,
Casting shadows on the drawings on my hand,
And I begin to think of you.


The background hum of the fridge in the corner,
Black scratches, dents on the bottom,
Soothes me slowly, the silent mourner,
Again I think of you.


The cold of the tile beneath my tapping fingers,
The grout dirty and rough,
Brings me to thoughts that will always linger,
I can't help but think of you.


A sweet and sour aroma hangs in the air,
More sour than sweet,
And I don't really know how it gets there...
So instead I think of you.


My tongue glides onto my strawberry flavored lips,
From that worn-out old chapstick,
My hair in my fingers, the scarf on my hips,
All I think of... is you.

© Elizabeth White 2008

My Fallen Angel

Oh my love, my only, where do I even begin?
You were my everything; you were my only sin…
Everything I did I did for you, all the things I say are said for you.
What have I done to deserve such treatment from you?
You are my angel; don't betray my trust, my love, my love…
But I am the only thing in this world you want to be rid of.
I was there at the moment of your glory; I was there at the decline.
I saw you fall from Paradise; I knew you would never be mine.
Why have I let you torture me all these years?
Why is it to let me love you is your only fear?
You haunt my dreams…but you always turn away in disgust.
What have I done, for you care not for me, only for your lust.
I watched them all come and go; can you not see I'm the last one here?
You could've had me so many times before, but you won't even take me now I'm so near.
I must've hurt you in an unimaginable way, done something that was more than you could take.
Or perhaps my hope is only an illusion, and my love only a mistake.

© Elizabeth White 2007

The Vampire

Once upon a midnight bite;
Held deep in fear, deep in fright;
Hidden behind unlocked doors;
Buckets and blood stains scatter the floor;
A gothic romance played out destiny;
A vampiric obsession, macabre history;
The madness, the murder, the dismay to follow;
Gave this thirst more love to swallow;
One victim tonight, one victim is all;
Entranced by love, kept safe from any fall;
Once the clock strikes, twice the bell tolls;
Twice the escape, once the head rolls;
Blood for blood, lust for lust;
Withering love decayed to dust;
Nevermore, never again;
Be still my heart, it's dead, it's dead.

© Elizabeth White 2007

Today I Woke Up Dead

"One day you'll wake up dead...
Where do you wanna be when that happens?"


Today I woke up dead.
Just like that. It was over and done.
It didn't matter if I was white or black, yellow or red.
It didn't matter how fat I was, how skinny, how thin.
My beauty didn't matter, it had been washed away.
I wasn't even that pretty, anyway.
Oh sure, in life, maybe my body had been...
But now that I'm dead, I must pay the price of my sins.
Sure, I'd done some good stuff, like anyone did.
I had some manners, I sometimes watched what I said.
I didn't really steal, and I would never commit murder.
I didn't always lie, but then again I always did.
I never cheated on my spouse, I knew that was bad.
I tried not to covet, though I already had everything they had.
I rallied for my race, thinking it was so important.
I said other's looked down on me, saw me as scum.
I said they judged me before they even knew me.
It was a lie; they didn't, I did.
Death teaches you what's really important, and it isn't your skin.
When my friends did drugs, I just went along.
I could've stopped a rape, but I just let it go on.
I could've helped a stranded woman, but I just looked the other way.
I didn't have to cut her off in traffic, I could've found another way.
I didn't have to drink so much, I didn't have to yell like I did.
I didn't have to blame my problems on her, didn't have to force myself on him.
I didn't have to spread that rumor, I didn't have to complain about them.
I didn't have to fight, to riot; there were peaceful ways...
But I did, and I'm stuck like this, forever, for always.
Every little thing... the cruel words, the hate.
It was all here, all weighing me down, a chain around my soul.
Preventing me from ever getting through Heaven's gates.
It's all written down, everything I ever did, everything I ever said.
Nothing else matters, because today I woke up dead.

© Elizabeth White 2008

Maybe...I don't know....why not?

Turn this into a poetry blog? Upsurd!

I don't know. Maybe. Sounds like fun. And why not? I wouldn't be giving up journal posts. It'd just be a little more interesting. I'd have to give up Quizilla. But nobody knows how to work Quizilla anyway. It'd be easiest on everyone. I think I will do that then.

And I'll get a LivaJournal or some other nonsense to be my journal. I've been wanting one anyway. So I think I will do that. Yay!!!

Till then much love,
Elizabeth