Author Archives: ellaevansflute

Nothing more to say on the subject Quite vacant

A human stepping stone

You chewed me up and spat me out Now it’s time for a new flavour The shelves are well stocked with willing In the realm of the self obsessed

I worry and wonder Try to see through the veil But that’s not my cloud

Sick dread That’s not cool man

I can’t help but envy her I resent your eyes

The pursuit!!!

Hate seeps into the void you left when you took your love away Polar opposites cling to the stream I am somewhere in between Not sure of which road to take As if it’s that simple

Hot flush Cold faces in the lovers’ night I wish I could capture my thoughts But they swoop past me like green parakeets Laughing in angelic chimes Bird heaven This chick has gone crazy What is it The answer is it is Is it Isn’t it

Everything saved turns to ash Only the ephemeral survives