Holiday
cheer is around me
bright lights
crisp air
but I feel only mania
I either love it
or hate it
I need it
or want to smash it
I would welcome despair
if only for the calm it brings

Pretty Bridges

I hate it when it’s over
And the bridge is burned
Dust jackets to cover
The last page is turned
For every dump, a collection
For every word, recollection
When it’s all a coincidence
Familiarity breeds contempt

I usually think of art as one of those things I do when I'm manic. Super-creative. Brilliant ideas ( Read more... )

Nothing stands alone. All things
must hold together with seams of substances
and woven bonds.
Friendship and need, love
and camaraderie.
Gather together
We are stronger.
When we remember
to hold on.

I am
frayed
on the edge.

I unravel
and
threaten to drift away.

Why can't I write? I have the ideas and work through them in my head but when I sit down to write them out I can't. I'm tired, frustrated as hell and I just want to write. To work on the list of story ideas I've collected. To create a world where things turn out in the end, even if it doesn't seem like the main character stands a chance. ( Read more... )

i wrote this the other day. i used to write constantly but it was usually when i was drinking. and that's just some awful shit ( Read more... )

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I wrote it after a man whom I loved dearly broke my heart, and it spun me into a downward spiral of severe depression.  After writing this, I felt a little better.  Now I share it with you.

The Harbour
by ~Ellie Waldner
copywrighted 2007
(last change Aug. 3, 2008)

~Not willingly her mind takes her
from the chill clear mountain peak and down,
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