EllieMae

Thousands of feet in the air, Life feels small. You feel small. And every way you hurt me, Feels like it is nothing more than A dot, down on the ...

Already Silenced. What I would do To fight with you again. You left so suddenly And silenced my already silent lips.

You can’t throw stones while washing feet. You can’t throw stones While washing feet. Those who have tasted rocks, along the path they tread, Have been embraced with humility. The ...

Souvenirs upon your skin. You have not ruined your body. Your life is a story. The souvenirs of your journey Have only crafted your heart. And brought you deep enough ...

Expectations/Reality I expect a maturity That I do not posses. My heart tears for certainty That is more certain than The word itself. I will not rest in uncertainty For ...

Nothing of who I was. As a child You helped me, Surrounded by grace, I learned to speak My own name. Who I am now Is nothing of who I ...

What I want you to feel. Thank you God For blessing me with a broken heart. That I may grow. Thank you for wishing me pain, That I may learn ...

Buried in darkness. We don’t bury seeds to hide them. We bury them in darkness, So they can grow, And see the sun. Become something Someone Beautiful. More than that ...

If Tears Were Stars When boys look at me They don’t see the perfect girl They want to marry. They don’t see someone Who they will remember. Or want to ...

Every flaw. You are your own voice teacher. You hear every flaw and know how to fix it. Therapists call you aware. And doctors do too.

You deserve smiles like stars You deserve smiles like stars. And I know you feel like You’ll never be pretty. Because some people aren’t pretty. But your tears are a ...

Always mine; never yours. The words I say to myself Scrape plaque off my teeth. Looking in the mirror, The unsettling thought invades my mind. I have only been yours, ...

Sinners and Saints They say a saint Is a sinner who keeps on trying. Who am I If I am a sinner who wants try, But can’t. A sinner who ...

When daydreams turn to suicide notes, TW- Suicide You know you need to get some help. Desperately lonely, you don’t speak, But all you want is to feel an embrace ...

When did the words in my poems become literal? How long can I do this? Before I can’t. How many more days can I open my eyes And breathe And ...