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

Poetry

New post!!! Yay!!!! Haven't done this in a while lol.

I've been thinking maybe I should use my blog as a place for my poetry, instead of Quizilla. Quizilla's kind of a pain....

But I've written 3 poems in the last week, which is great. I haven't written any poems in so long.

I'm out of Illustrator now, so Francis Tuttle has gotten a lot more fun. And I'm on the team that will be doing a commercial that will play on T.V. Which is AWESOME.

I have a report on Harry Dexter White due this Sunday [hopefully he wasn't related O.o] So I gotta go get to work on it ^_^

Till then much love,
Elizabeth

Practice

Practice yesterday was interesting. The first part we got stuff done. Then we took a "break" and that took up about three fourths of practice. Alex and Jake started jamming, Scott and I goofed off....it was horrible. We're never going to get anywhere that way. Then when we started practice again I tried to match the bass instead of sing in my vocal range. It sounded awful. And it hurt! So I've been working today on getting it down so that I'll be ready for next Sunday. This thing needs to start going somewhere.
Till then much love,
Elizabeth