Friday, November 7, 2014

Stalactites and Bones

I sometimes ache for you until I'm sure
my soul has broken bones
from attempting to flee the confines 
of my body and seek you in
some astral realm
I sometimes long for you until I'm sure
my heart has grown stalactites 
from dripping emotions this long
unable to find you and hold you
where I know you belong

By Elizabeth Azpurua 

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

From: "Elegy of Metaphors"



like fire lights inside chasms of burnt orange
melodic, transcending; sunrise in a whirlwind
escape; freethinking with a notion of cynicism and fault
take it back, cardinal, and give a new face to the ashes here
volcanic and incredible
wishing on sunlit skies, jetted by, and passing strange
this masquerade of ours
erupting into a molten mess of monarch butterflies
tinged in burnt orange and black
fly away and take wing into the sea of setting suns
volcanic was the ending

and from that, the island sprung

From: "Elegy of Metaphors"
the ebook of poetry by Elizabeth Azpurua

Monday, October 20, 2014

Here Comes Halloween

Black roses and red leaves
and orange carved faces
with cobwebbed spider sleeves
and wrought iron fences
Darkness and harvest moons
with bats lining windows
Enchanting haunted tunes
and lanterns in rows
Sheets making ghosts
and painted ghoulish faces
and scarecrows on posts
and creepy haunting places
There goes a witch on by
Here comes a goblin in green
Did you hear a banshee cry?
Here comes Halloween

9/29/12


Elizabeth Azpurua

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Grey Duct Tape Robot

"Not a Robot"

We all grasp for a quality of rightness
A sense of belonging
And importance
Meaning and depth
We seek grace and power
All vying for position at the top
To be honored by our peers
Not me-
I want solitary expounding of thoughts
Crashes of intellect
Imaginative journeys
No sense of belonging
To a form or a product
I am not a robot


9/28/14

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"Grey"

I color the world around me in grey
why? because I can I say
I needn't be a sunny shade or such
because I like the grey so much
I like the foggy morning misty days
and like the storm clouds billowing
I like the dingy, darkening haze
and like the wind that's whistling
I am a stormy soul of grey
not a sunny sort of shade
I color all the world around me so
because grey is all that I know

by Elizabeth Azpurua

5/29/14

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"Duct Tape"

This world is a troublesome one
Not sure how we got along so far
It wasn't from numbers or wishing on stars
or from fallen eyelashes, I assure you
Must have been blood, sweat and tears
duct tape and glue
A hope, a prayer, and I got by with you

Elizabeth Azpurua




Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Stitched Up With Wrongs

My feet cannot move to their music
For there's barely any melody
It sounds mostly like repetitive
Tap, tap, tapping
My body is not rigid, but fluid
It dips melodically
Incapable of robotic
One, two, three-ing
My voice cracks and whispers
My lips speak of lust
Their's automatically responds
With what is just
My arms can't act out their charades
My logic can't perform their parody
It's mostly too rehearsed
One, two , three-acting
I cannot dance to their rhythm
Nor sing their worship songs
I was never made for this
I'm all stitched up with wrongs


By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Roses Red

anger is a fist
anger is a scream
anger is a yell
a nightmare not a dream
don't ever ask them why
the angry often cry
anger hurts them both
anger doesn't lie

shatter all the moments
in record breaking time
angry at the loss
angry at the crime

let it out...
...shout

she said paint her roses red
she wanted them painted red
nothing mattered then
but that
'why aren't my roses red
did you hear what I had said?'
the moment came and went
at that

anger is a fist
anger is a scream
roses torn a part
by Alice in a dream
she doesn't know why
she began to cry
angry at the Queen
anger doesn't lie

the looking glass is shattered
in record breaking time
angry now and cross
angry at the crime

let it all out now
shout it all out now

roses remained white
such a bright sight
Alice left that night
she didn't want to fight

9/28/14

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Friday, September 19, 2014

From "Your Blue Eyes Meet My Brown"

Taken from the poem "Your Blue Eyes Meet My Brown"

You and I are of the same cloth
Your blue eyes meet my brown
the way the mountains reach
up towards the sky
I don't now words poetic enough for this



Read in the book "The Sky and Sea Are Lovers"


By Elizabeth Azpurua

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Frenzied Passion Dance

The lamp glows soft and casts light across
the bars of this golden headboard here
and soft beneath my knees this bed
spill me across these cotton sheets
this overwhelming lust for touch
and breath that heats my cheek
My palms are damp with seeking you
and nearly at the edge
your lips against my shoulders and
your teeth that graze my neck
those hands that grasp or hold me close
and eyes that do entrance
I can't seem to catch my breath here now
this frenzied passion dance
and feel that overwhelming strength
this journey in your hands
To turn around and touch your curls
all blonde that kiss your brows
and ache to feel your fingertips
undoing me there now
Your eyes enrapture pools of blue
and lips that steal my soul
my release I fly to heights for you
and together feeling whole
the time is short don't break the moment
and steal away until I find you again


By: Elizabeth Azpurua

2/28/10

Saturday, September 13, 2014

From Abigail....

How long will they keep me from nourishment?  
It's been three days. 
Don't they know I'll become ravenous?  
Maybe they want me ravenous.
Set me up for failure.  A little game.  
I'll play this game, but they won't win.  
Maybe I'll just eat one of their friends.  
Just tear a chunk out of someone's neck.  
The thought is making my saliva come.  I swallow and wait. 

Excerpt from Abigail

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Diddle Your Fears

Hey diddle diddle
Let me tell you a riddle
What is big and is little
Like a storm or a trickle
Might be severe or fickle
More than a tat or tittle
Caught on the outs or the middle
Can you tell me what's the riddle?
It could be great or be little
Like a river or a trickle
It's a problem that can whittle
You on down until you're brittle
And you break down the middle
It's your fears, big or little
Don't you be non-committal
They can become exponential
Far more than just a trickle
Bring you down , diddle diddle
Bring you down


By Elizabeth Azpurua

Friday, August 29, 2014

The Sky and Sea Are Lovers Excerpt

From "Love Like the Sky and Sea"

...Yet like the sky can’t keep the sea
And like the sea can’t hold the sky
Sometimes love is an opposing force

Leaving you not knowing why...


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...Waves may crash and topple down
Seas may roar and battle on
My love will always stay bound
To seeking the edge of dawn...

By: Elizabeth Azpurua



Saturday, May 31, 2014

Love Does Hurt


A chance I took when I did fall
            Into the arms of love beneath me
Yet waiting there a serpent curled
            With gaping jaws to swallow me
Nothing of the sort of love like stories told in days of yore
Just a death with silver tongue and nothing left anymore
They say love shouldn’t hurt you
            This isn’t true
Often times what hurts the most is the ending of your fall
That doesn’t end in lovers arms, but instead ends it all
 
5/29/14
 
by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Liquid Silence

"Liquid Fire"

Pin me down
and set fire to these bones
let it rage on
til I'm unknown
settle into me
and stifle all my moans
let it all go on
until I have shown
ecstasy
like liquid fire through my veins
purity
in form, no lies, no constrains
eruption in flames

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

5/16/14

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"Leave Me Be in Silence"

no such thing that i have known since then
shall tell me of what a man knows not
and when
when i know i'll tell you so
if every incantation formed by these lips
should stutter out the weight of all, of
all of this
i know not to make it so
my memories in my dreams are overun
and time tells nothing in my solitude
that i've begun
erasing what i knew
no such thing that i had known since then
or will or what i might have shown to
any men
i cannot make it so
leave me be
silence............silence is all i ask and no questions
he was there like a ghost; no illusions
no such thing that i have known since then
shall tell me of what they know not
and if
if i could tell it so
if every wish from my wishing lips
should have fallen with the weight of all,
of all of this
i may never make it, oh
my memories of him in dreams are overun
and time tells nothing in my solitude
that i've begun
erasing what i knew
in a bottle; no such thing i'll ever know again
or will or what i might know from any
other men
i cannot make it so
leave me be
in silence........silence

by: Elizabeth Azpurua
5/16/14

Monday, May 12, 2014

Rhododendron Labyrinth

what is the meaning
of all these dreams?
whilst I was walking
in shallow streams
I learned the error
of my wayward ways
inside my terror
inside this haze
I cannot see the purpose
for all my troubling days

oh, rhododendron labyrinth
what shall be the marker?
what shall be the tenth?
I offer offerings for my future life
shall I take or shall I be a wife?

inward resolution
cycle circling
tell me my confusion
now rendering
my echoing

what is the meaning
of my nightmarish dreams?
whilst I was walking
in the shadowed streams
I know my errors
of my wayward days
inside my terrors
leave me in a daze
I cannot see my future
all these leading ways

oh, rhododendron labyrinth
shall I sleep below you?
what shall be my tenth
that I shall owe you?
I offer offerings for my future life
perhaps to end these days of strife

needless confusion
cycle circling
now rendering
my echoing
of wondering

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

5/9/14



Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Awed by the Sea

"Claimed by the Sea"

Perhaps if I grow fins and scales
And learn to sing songs of whales
I'd find below your shipwrecked soul
Saving you would be my greatest role
But without feet I'd be chained to the sea
Saving you would mean I'd not be free
To walk above with you on land
Or bask in the sun-drenched sand
Such a fate that would prove to be
No matter what claimed by the sea


By: Elizabeth Azpurua

4/6/14


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"Awed By You"

Lately I don't know what else to think
Just on the edge of reason, on the brink
Would that I could settle us down
Build us a place I may have found
I'd do anything to keep that smile upon your face
Your olive skin, your sable hair and unkempt grace
I feel I am awed by all that you seem
May I applaud all that you dream?

Perhaps we can be just what I need?
Lately I don't know why my thoughts are far reached
Looking for moments, my heart's been breached
You've opened the doors to feeling
Leaving me breathless and reeling
I'd do anything to keep that look upon your face
Your blue eyes, your sable hair and unkempt grace
I feel I am awed by all the you can mean
May I applaud all that I have seen?
Please agree to be just what I need

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

4/9/14

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Blue Storm Death of Us

"Storm of Us"

My stomach is wrestling with my heart
Some battle of gut wrenching feeling
An ache that surfaces 
A sorrow that won't die
I know they say these things take time
I'm still trying to swim in a hurricane
Washing back to this bloody island
I don't want to be away from your ship
But you're destroying me
This storm of us will drown me
My heart sputters out fleeting moments of feeling
I can't stand this island or this storm
Damn your ship, I'm alone 

By: Elizabeth Azpurua 
3/11/14

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"Blue Eyed Death"

Maybe you're my demon
to hold me down
Blue eyes and a sword
to cut me down
I always thought Savior when I saw you
Now I wonder why it all comes back to you
Are you gonna drown me
in the sea
the color of your eyes?
I would gladly stop breathing
in the sea
the color of your eyes
Just to see you again
Just to see you again
Such a fool I am
You must be my demon
to bury me down
Blue eyes and a sword
to flay me open now
I always thought you would rescue me
Now I think you've been killing me
Are you gonna drown me
in the sea
the colors of your eyes?
I would gladly stop breathing
in the sea
the colors of your eyes
Blue eyed death
Just to see you again

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

3/17/14

Monday, March 17, 2014

I Must Need You

Just today I, I, I was stuck trying
To see passed my wants
and to see what I need
but you're the one thing I cannot let go of
green eyes, and white hands, and whether I know of
a way to let you go, I can't
I am throwing up my hands

I must need you like the trees need the sun
I must need you like a wolf needs to run
I must need you like the air needs you to breathe
I must need you like the forest needs the trees
I must need you like the dandelion needs the breeze
I must need you like the air needs you to breathe

Yesterday I, I, I was left deciding
To let go of my wants
and learn what I need
but you're the one thing I always heard of
green eyes, white hands, a man among men of
courage and strength and grace
I know I've been forced to face

I must need you like the trees need the sun
I must need you like a wolf needs to run
I must need you like the air needs you to breathe
I must need you like the forest needs the trees
I must need you like dandelions needs the breeze
I must need you like the air needs you to breathe
I can't be me, without wanting to be - 
what you need

By: Elizabeth Azpurua


Saturday, March 15, 2014

Final Word

Slow it down, slide beside
Hold your tongue without pride
Don't be austere 
Don't be absurd 
Don't dare say a word
I will shoot straight for you
Here's what has been true
I battled my fear
It went unheard
But I will have the final word
I'm not doing this without you
I need you 

By: Elizabeth Azpurua 

Monday, March 3, 2014

Won't See Me Dead

sit blowing smoke
cough, and choke
I see you wasting away
my iron fist inside this glove
wishes to push and shove
you right off your sofa

I saw the future once
Call me a freak with a psychic touch
I don't give a damn much
but this -
this was different, I know
his blue eyes told me so
but you don't care, I know, I know

so wrap yourself in a coma
high in a world of your mind
I will battle while you on the sofa
sit wrapped in smoke half blind
I will put on my armor
to fight for my future
what I saw I believe
even if you can't conceive
of such things

sit blowing smoke,
sitting there broke
wasting your days
but my inner resolution
is seeking a solution
to let all this go

But my anger is kindled
while your time you have swindled

Call me a freak with a psychic touch
I don't give a damn much
but this -
this was different, I know
his blue eyes told me so
but you don't care, I know, I know

so wrap yourself in a coma
high in a world of your mind
I will battle while you on the sofa
sit wrapped in smoke half blind
I will put on my armor
to fight for my future
what I saw I believe
even if you can't conceive
of such things
in my dreams

I can't deny
nor try
so I'll cry
yet one day, perhaps I'll see
sense made to me
I will not waste my determination
he was not a figment of my imagination
the future is a destination

so stay in a coma
high in your mind
sprawled on your sofa
because you're blind
I in my armor
eyes set ahead
know that my future
won't see me dead
won't see me dead
won't see me dead

by: Elizabeth Azpurua


Friday, February 28, 2014

Darts into the Fog

I give up
everything you inspire is dark
and like fire
that consumes my page
in rage
and ink
I give up
every word in my poetry
is heard
with apathy
and you never see
this side of me
bleeding out printed words
containing all these hurts
like I am throwing darts
into the fog

I give up
everything I feel is leftovers
I never heal
these emotions linger still
ever will
in ink
I give up
every syllable in my poetry
is capable
of empathy
but you never see
this side of me
bleeding out printed words
containing my curse
like I am throwing darts
into the fog

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Storm in You

Traversing o'er these thoughts of mine
Expounding, weaving, thoughts entwine
But you know this chaotic soul by now
My raucous thinking and learning how
To verbalize what's trapped inside 
To let it out and to confide 
"There's something of the storm in you"
You tell me, and I know you knew
What passions waged wars inside of me
Bracing for impassioned white lightning 
No timid life, no subtlety, no hush
Emblazoned art, poetically, I rush
Into every war of racing thoughts 
Until they tangle my soul in knots 
And poems fall onto paper readily 
The storm of words quite heavily
Blankets all the spaces in what you already knew
When you said, "there's something of the storm in you" 

By Elizabeth Azpurua 

Monday, February 10, 2014

Winter White

the air seems to await the day of warming
where spring is dawning
but winter's been yawning
spitting out snow
and I've been cold

treasuring the knowledge of spring
awaiting on the day it will bring
softest green

spirals of winter white and bright, oh bright
is the light against the blanket of snow

whisper of snowflakes against hair
and your nose
how bitter sometimes the air
colder blows
please take care
cuddle close

By: Elizabeth Azpurua



Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Unforgiven Door

"Speak to the Door"

You're going to learn something new
I shall teach you to plead
To play a new tune
It's easy once you don't have a choice
And all that you'll need
Is the sound of your voice
It will echo back to you from a closed door
You can say what you want, but it won't change
It won't open up, it will remain shut
But you're gonna learn to speak to the door
Because I won't be answering you anymore

2/1/14


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"Unforgiven"

rattle and shake
turn now and break
take back the way
you say my name
it's fallacy
and fake
whisper and pray
to claim the day
I won't be here
to hear my name
it's wasted
and fades......
all is the way it's always been
but this time you'll be unforgiven

1/25/14

All By Elizabeth Azpurua