Glass Coffin

Fairest of all, you had named me
took a portion of my soul and wove a bed for me
told me to be beautiful
told me to be serene
I saved it all for you, but what of me?

Poisonous and frightful, you came for me
took a knife to my heart and made a grave for me
told me to be beautiful
told me I looked serene
I was the fairest once, but what of me?

A coffin of glass, you had made for me
placed the panes of glass upon the ground just for me
told me to be beautiful
behind the glass I'd be serene
I would lay frozen in my beauty, all of me

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Suspend me in Starlight

Suspend me in starlight

Your mouth the anchor to the world

Let darkness caress us as lovers

While we spell secrets in kisses

Elizabeth Azpurua

Something new to view...

Let it Go...

Last year, all my supposes were not supposed
First off, in the first quarter, there went my hopes
Next up, second quarter, my heart he broke
Half time, nothing thrilling, perhaps a joke?
Third quarter, I'm exhausted, where's the rope?
Tied a knot, for the last quarter, holding hope
Last year, all my wanting had been disposed
You see, in my needing, I had lost my hopes
From my, my resolve, my voice was choked
Surely, broke my heart, in a jest he spoke?
Third quarter, I'm exhausted, where's the rope?
By the end, last quarter, a knotted rope to choke
But the end comes swiftly, knotted gently, let it go
It's not worth it, better focus, no one needs to know
Better fight on, next year's lights on, onward ho!
Greet the new year with a new cheer not as a foe
Greet the new year without fear, let the past go

Elizabeth Azpurua

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Tu Me Manques

Upon a hill and beneath a tree
Your sword in hand and hair blown free
You're smiling face and sea blue eyes
Are a waiting home but I'm paralyzed
The hill is too far; the tree is gone
The place beneath the sky there is wrong
I am trapped in memories dressed as dreams
Why do nightmares dress in yesterday's seams?
Where is the hill and the old oak tree?
Where does your sword rest alone waiting?
You're smiling face and sea blue eyes
Are nowhere near and I'm paralyzed
The hill is lost and the tree is gone
You're missing from me and I'm alone
Tu me manques but still appear in dreams
Why do nightmares dress in yesterday's seams?
You're missing from me with your eyes like sea
Tu me manques mon amour, do you miss me?
I'm paralyzed and waiting...
...but this is all a dream

Elizabeth Azpurua

Pterodactyl

She's pretty, yes it's true
Her golden hair and sunkissed skin are now your muse
She's got those blue eyes
Like Caribbean seas
She's pretty, with ruby lips
I bet with her smile she could launch 1000 ships
I don't have blue eyes
To taunt or tease
I have dark eyes
My skin pale amidst the trees

I can't launch ships across the water
I won't make your blood run hotter
I'm not the damsel that you wanted or a princess in a castle
I'm the dragon in the turret like some ancient pterodactyl

She's pretty, yes it's true
This golden haired princess has become your muse
Beneath her blue eyes
You find your soul
She's pretty, voice so melodic
Unlike mine which chokes off words that are chaotic
I don't have blue eyes
To beg you please
I'll stare with dark eyes
From the branches of my trees

I can't launch ships across the water
I won't make your blood run hotter
I'm not the damsel that you wanted or a princess in a castle
I'm the dragon in the turret like some ancient pterodactyl
And I'll scare you away

Elizabeth Azpurua 12/7/15

My Thunderstorm

You were caught inside my thunderstorm 
Twisted, nearly broke your arm 
Hail was breaking all your armor down 
Lightning emblazoned on me like a crown
You said I terrified you like a demon
As if I was the goddess of a pagan heathen
I told you dance
Dance in the rain
You said you felt the iron of my hellish gaze
I told you run
Then run away
You said my lightning had left you blind in a daze
You were caught inside my thunderstorm
Battered, you couldn't perform
Thunder shattered all your walls down
I was wreathed by a lightning crown
You called me evil- I'm a demon
I said you followed no such religion
I told you dance
Dance in the rain
You said you couldn't bear the sting of my thunderous ways
I told you run
Just run away
You said I was lightning and haunted all your days
So just run
Run away
My thunderstorm is building power in a craze
And I will dance
Dance in my rain
My lightning crown upon my head I will raise
Trapped inside my thunderstorm
Twisted, shattered, in my final form

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

You're My Doll and My Diamond

Temptress, you go by, passing by me
Swirling like a ghost, like a dream I've been fighting
Clouds are in your hair and a tower over there
Was erected for the show to see you dancing, fair

You're my doll and my diamond; my descent into hell
My devil at the back door; you're my wishing well
Sultry like the starlight for wishers who've been blessed
I have spilled my sins before you all of them confessed

Writhing in the lamp lights and the ghosts all know your name
Tell them to keep quiet for the secrets are our game
My thoughts are all a mess
My effervescent holiness 
Your hair is in the clouds and I'm swirling 'round

Temptress, you go by, leading my eye, you see
Swirling like a ghost, a daydream I've been seeking
Clouds are in your hair and that tower over there
Startles all the sky, have a care, so sweet, so fair

You're my doll and my diamond; my descent into hell
My devil at the front door; you're my wishing well
Sultry like the moonlight for lovers who've caressed
I have spilled my sins before you all of them confessed

Singing to the street lights and the ghosts all know your name
I hope they keep quiet, keep this secret our little game
My thoughts are all a mess
My effervescent holiness
Your hair is in the clouds and I'm swirling 'round
Bubbling over, bursting, higher, higher

You're my doll and my diamond; my descent into hell
My devil in the darkness; you're my wishing well
Sweetest, kissed by starlight; my soul has been possessed 
I have left my sins before you all of them confessed
Beneath your starlit eyes I have been undressed

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Poisoning Walls Defeat Ice

"Walls of Ice"

Icicles have walled up my heart
Haven't heard your voice in a long while
Once I would have missed the sound
Perhaps my ears have iced over, too
Echoes linger of you in every part
Yearning for you stopped after a while
Once I would have felt so bound
Until I broke free and let go of you
Finally, I walked away but the coldness spread
All of my insides are frozen over
Like I made walls of ice to keep out the sun
Like I made walls of ice to keep out the love
Once I would have fought the apathy
Not now, oh no, I let it wash over me
You don't get to burn me with your love
Or erase my need with all your wants
Until I broke free, I never knew how bound I was
Rescued by reason and my walls have grown
Frozen high, icy towers in my soul
All of my insides are iced over
Couldn't let you burn me anymore
Everything ...is going numb

8/3/15

Elizabeth Azpurua

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"Poisoning Defeat"

My too wild heart, my ribs have caged
My soul so long in want has aged
My lifeless eyes are shunned by you
No longer will my body do
You want a viper
You want a thief
You want a devil who offers relief
You want a demon
You want a piece
Of the pie with poison release
My too wild heart, my ribs have caged
My heart so long a war has waged
My parched lips can't utter what you need
From you I beg a word, I plead
But you want a viper
You want a thief
Your mistress offers your relief
She'll be your devil
Her tongue so sweet
Yet her poisoning is your defeat

7/26/15

Elizabeth Azpurua

Blinding Sunrise

Risen sun
shut down
shotgun
and done

Barrel deep
blood orange

If I had an ounce of recollection
I'd recall the words
The insurrection
and the hurts
I know in blood that name had fallen
Left there you remained forgotten
and all this time ignored but now?
Blinding sunrise baring down

Risen sun
shut down
shotgun
and done

Barrel deep
blood orange

If I had an ounce of sympathy
I'd recall the moments
Passing strangely
in fragments
I know the name in agony fell
So once a bitter sound to tell
and all this time ignored but now?
Blinding sunrise baring down

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Louder Is The Ache

My soul, for you is aching
Crush my bones into powder
I've been let down
Sorrow is singing louder
Drown out the sound

Barest moments of speech
In the increments of thought
This hallowed ground
Your wounded heart I sought
But still I never found

Louder is the sadness
Louder is the ache
Louder breaks my heart now
Such a wounded state
Crush my bones into powder
I've been let down
My wounded hearts sings louder
Bitterness now found
I've been let down
I've been let down

By Elizabeth Azpurua

Bright Edged Sword

Told that the devil has you in his grasp
That a demon holds you near
Told that a waiting storm to judge you soon
Is what you ought to fear
Told to be better
Told to be right
Told to straighten up
Let go of your pride
Told to be silent
Told to be still
Told to tone it down
You say you never will

Battle on with a bright edged sword
Like a butterfly in June
Don't let them cut your wings
Don't let them steal your right
Shine like the sun, like the moon
Battle on with a bright edged sword
All the colors running free
Don't let them paint you grey
Don't let them shut you down
You were meant to be happy

Oh, I bet they told you, told you, told you
Told that the devil has you in his grasp
That a demon holds you near
Told that a waiting storm to judge you soon
Is what you ought to fear
Told to be better
Told to be right
Told to straighten up
Let go of your pride
Told to be silent
Told to be still
Told to tone it down
You say you never will

I've been there out on the edge
I've been laced with rage
I've been afraid, sorrowing and faint
And I've turned another page

Battle on with a bright edged sword
Like a butterfly in June
Don't let them cut your wings
Don't let them steal your right
Shine like the sun, like the moon
Battle on with a bright edged sword
All the colors running free
Don't let them paint you grey
Don't let them shut you down
You were meant to be happy



Elizabeth Azpurua

Loneliness

My friend looks like loneliness
She has a dress but it's all a mess
It looks like blankets
My friend she sticks around
She often clings to me laying down
She will not leave here
My friend is like my shadow
She's following or leading where I go
She likes to linger
She has her hair in knots and tangles
Sometimes it's me she truly strangles
She's a disaster
My friend she looks like loneliness
She leaves my life such a bloody mess
She's pulling me from the door
She's locking me in
She won't let me out
Some days she whispers others she shouts
She's like a dark cloud inside my head
Sometimes she whispers...better off...
Silence! The noise she makes is so loud
She stays although I say she's not allowed
She's rolling over my bed, she's pulling off my shoes
She's tangled in my hair, she's always on the loose
She's a disaster, a sickly thing
Stuck to the walls, the door, the ceiling
Everywhere I look and everywhere there's me
A shadow she is looming, covering everything
My friend she looks like loneliness
She has a dress but it's all a mess
It looks like blankets
She's in the blankets and she's holding me down
She's holding me down
She's holding me down



Elizabeth Azpurua

Great Wretched Hall

I can't speak beyond this cavern in my head
That's spewing out monsters that wish me dead
I am feeding the errors so they'll make me a wall
To grow over my memories like a great wretched hall
There's a battalion of hellions stampeding along
Marching through my thoughts in the throng
Shouting obscenities into the empty and echoing
Somebody drown them out I cannot think a thing

Silence them all
Shut them down
Build the wall higher all around
Drown them out
End their sound
Standing in this great wretched hall

I am wrong and I am bruised
My mind has become confused
Let's all say I have been abused
By all these monsters I've loosed

I can shout inside this cavern in my head
All these shadows are filling me with dread
I am watching all my errors construct my wall
Growing over all my memories like a great wretched hall
I hear the battalion of hellions marching along
Cascading their emotions on and on and on
Shouting obscenities into the empty and echoing
Somebody drown them out I cannot think a thing

Silence them all
Shut them down
Build the wall higher all around
Drown them out
End their sound
Standing in this great wretched hall

I am wrong and I am bruised
My mind has become confused
Let's all say I have been abused
By all these monsters I've loosed

Echoing and thunderous
Inside this gaping hole so cavernous
Wretched still and I am shutting down
Somebody come and drown out their sound
Stand a top all my errors piled on top this wall
And silence all the noise of this great wretched hall
Silence all the noise of this great wretched hall
Silence all the noise
Silence them all

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

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Elizabeth Azpurua

Insane Flame House on the Shore

"Insane House"

picking at the scabs, pulling out my hair
scraping on the walls, but nobody's there
digging in the floors, slamming doors
running up and down the floors
racing to my bed against thoughts in my head
scattered on the floor, nothing more
falling all a part in dark macabre art
suddenly insanity is real
plucking at my eyes, pulling at my hair
scratching on the walls for a mural there
pull a part the floors, slamming doors
running up and down all those floors
racing to my bed against monsters in my head
screaming at the door, nothing more
fall all a part in a dark macabre art
suddenly insanity is reality
is taking me
down
down all the floors
through all the doors
where is the solace anymore?
I hear the roar
Monsters in my head are crying for my death
picking at the scabs, pulled out all my hair
scratched up all the walls without any care
tore a part the floors, locked all the doors
ran too many times up and down the floors
raced straight to my bed against monsters in my head
scarred inside my soul, nothing more
fall all a part in a dark macabre art
suddenly insanity is all of me
all that's left of me
now

4/27/15


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"Stagnant or Calm?"

there are funny moments where i notice
you still me
my raucous spirit settles
the waves all cease
is this a type of death
or birth in me?
is it like stagnant water
or a calm sea?
you come around and stand there
you still me
and i wonder what it means

4/15/15


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"Flame on the Shore"

She said I've been feeling like a flame
on the shore
Destined to be washed away
but meant for something more

I said fires shouldn't be near the sea
Fires shouldn't be where they're not meant to be

1/30/15

Elizabeth Azpurua

Building Wall

"Building"

Rip out my hair
pluck out these eyes
pull off my lips
in one loud sigh
tear out my heart
and break me apart
silence the feeling
building

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"Building Wall"

A building wall
a building dam
a space stacked high by worn out hands
I cannot be
the one behind
but stand upon and stare out wide
Oh, who shall know if I shall jump?
I shall build but shall I want?
I wish the wall to tumble down
yet wish it hold it all up now
Oh, building wall
a building dam
a space stacked by my worn out hands
I cannot be
the one behind
I'll stand upon with arms out wide
and if the wall shall tumble down
I'll stay within the ruins now

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"Wall"

Beyond the stones are things I do not know
A future that itself won't be made shown
I hear the whispers behind the stones
They prophecy of all that might be known
Beyond the stones of the wall so high
A future lays that I may realize
I hear the whispers often turn to cries
Wanting me to start the climb
Reaching up and taking hold
The wall is blocking all foretold
Beyond the stones are things I do not know
A future that itself won't be made shown
I wish to see beyond the wall someday
To stifle the cries beyond the stones

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Singing The Wrong Moon Song

Sitting here alone on the floor beside my bed

My thoughts are claiming victims in my head

All about the stillness inside this room

Is illuminated by the moon

I said to my lover I will be returning soon

I lied again beneath the winter moon

I said to my lover I will be singing our tune

But I sang a different song under the moon

It goes like: “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar”

Sitting here by my bedside table on the floor

I have oft been called words that rhyme with door

All about the stillness inside of this little room

Is illuminating all the lies under my moon

I promised my lover I would be returning soon

I deceived again underneath the winter moon

I said to my lover I will always sing our tune

But I sang a different song under the moon

It sounds like: “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims piled up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I just like leaving them to die

Let ‘em all hang out to dry

They ask why; I don’t know why

I just like to hear them cry”

My room is lonely and it’s silent

Some say I should just repent

If I did I’d feel I’m sorry

But, I know that I’m not sorry

I promised my lover I would be returning soon

I deceived again underneath the winter moon

I said to my lover I will always sing our tune

But I sang a different song under the moon

It sounds like: “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims piled up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I just like leaving them to die

Let ‘em all hang out to dry

They ask why; I don’t know why

I just like to hear them cry”

Sitting by the window on this floor

The moon is calling me a whore

I may not know what I did it for

I just know I’ve done this before

Promising lovers I’d come home soon

Leave them alone beneath their moon

I promise them I’ll sing their tune

Just so I can sing beneath another moon

Singing songs like “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims piled up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I just like leaving them to die

Let ‘em all hang out to dry

They ask why; I don’t know why

I just like to hear them cry

I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

I like walls made of torture

I hold them at the border

Pile them high like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims way up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I sit to watch them die

Beneath a moonlit sky

I can’t tell you why

I just like to hear them cry”

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Silenced Deep Down

"Deep Down"

One of these days

I’m going to explode

I don’t want to be here

When I battle against them

All of their chains upon me

All of their walls around me

They want to shun me now

Stuff me into a hole deep down

All of the illusionists there

They don’t happen to care

Where they spin their tales

Pervasive; hearts have failed

One of these days

I’m going to erupt

I don’t want to be here

When I wage war against them

All of their ropes upon me

And their fortress around me

They want to shut me out

Stuff me into a hole deep down

Saying I am an ailment in their side

Like a poison dart I’m opening wide

All of their false and wrong insides

Tell me why must we all hide?

Let it all out – I’m erupting

Time to call out this farce

Here I go now – exploding

Level them out; it’s sparse

Nothing left now that’s false

Bury ‘em down…

Or they will stuff me in hole deep down

1/9/15 

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“Silenced Songbird”

Am I diseased or crazy?

Perhaps I’m mad and touched

They never want to hear me

Tell me stand there and hush

They want to marvel at my beauty

But I mustn’t make a sound

When did it happen that the songbird

Cannot sing aloud?

Struck with envy

Struck with greed

They are yanking feathers off of me

And they want me – never freed

To be silent

Am I diseased or crazy?

Perhaps I’m a fool for all of them

They never want to hear me

They want me beautifully broken

I should like to sing so loud their ears bleed

They are sick with envy corrupted by greed

Plucking my feathers one by one

I am through with silence

I am done

1/14/15

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Discarded

Battling loneliness like a ghost

With a scepter of cobwebs

Wishing for all I wanted most

But never to have it

I was discarded 

Swallow me up into silence 

Burn out my eyes

With those goodbyes 

Saturate my irrelevance 

Stifle my cries

With silent lies 

All of me lives within silence 

Discarded 

By: Elizabeth Azpurua 

10/13/14

My Own Song

Maybe I’m an error

a polluted sea

A broken mirror

or an arbitrary thing

Am I your reflection?

You see contempt in me

Something that you’ll question

just to prove to me

That I’m one foot out the door into the wrong

That I’m down a road toward Old Babylon

Saying I’m still singing Satan’s song

I’ll play along, I’ll play along

Maybe I’m off center

I can’t stand up straight

Wouldn’t life be fairer

if I remained in a pure state?

Am I your reflection?

You don’t like seeing me

You hold an accusation

just to prove to me

That I’m one foot out the door into the wrong

That I’m down a road toward Old Babylon

Saying I’m still singing Satan’s song

I’ll play along, I’ll play along

I’m a mismatch puzzle

or a broken door

A crooked picture

and a metaphor

I’m off kilter and silently bewitched

Unraveling from everything you stitched

Like a tapestry refusing to remain

What you made it

You can’t hang it

Maybe I have errors

My threads are colorful

All of my accusers

Aren’t very thoughtful

Am I your reflection?

No? Yet you won’t see

Beyond your accusation

Of what I’m still to be

I am not one foot out a door leading to wrong

Nor on any road named “Old Babylon”

The only song I sing is my own song

All I’ve wanted is to be me all along

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

1/4/15