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

Angry Back and Forth

"Pendulum"

Pendulum you compared to
my back and forth
my fighting towards you
the angered fits
the quiet rage
the seeking you
the empty page
Pendulum this be true
my bi-polar self
my longing for you
the yearning tides
the grateful me
the happy days
and the empty
Be that I may be
this back and forth
comes again
and for what it's worth
I feel as though
I fight myself
because I know........
and then I don't

1/5/13

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"Anger"

it perches in your soul
if you feed it and give it wings
and it makes a nest and sings
but its song leaves a hole

1/4/13

Lonely Heart

"Breaking Heart"

they say the wind whistles through the barren trees
on a cold winter night
but is there a way to describe the sound of a breaking heart?
the air is empty, the love becomes a swelling thing
to burst out into nothing
where no receiving hand awaits and no kiss can comfort
it is far different than wind in barren trees
it is like the sound of fire becoming ice
and choking off the fumes
of futile love

10/9/12

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"Lonely Morning"

in the lonely morning sunrise where the sheets all seem so cold
and your emptiness is threatening to keep you in its hold
and the moment your eyes greet your room you see a sorry sight
for there is no lover by you and the room never feels bright
and don't worry your pretty head
these days will go by you
because someday with someone else
you'll awake again brand new
and until then when you wake alone inside your empty bed
just remember these days will pass and better are ahead

10/21/12

A Book Called "Never"

Seven days in and it's a let down
like a battlefield I face ahead
I am giving up I think in the long run
I am accepting inside I shall be dead
Here's the height of the heat
and I'm melting
Here's my final defeat
and I'm breaking
Lord, I've given up on what I started
I'm waving away all the departed
and writing them off forever
in a book called "Never"

Seven days in and it's all a shame
like a wasteland I am left empty now
I am giving up on this road I set out on
I kept trying but I just don't know how
Here's the height of the heat
and I'm melting
Here's my final defeat
and I'm breaking
Lord, I've given up on what I started
I'm waving away all the departed
and writing them off forever
in a book called "Never"
in a book called "Never"

Seven days in and I can't sleep
I am dreaming all the things that won't come
They're all nightmares about "maybes"
and from them I can't ever run
Here's the height of the heat
and I'm melting
Here's my final defeat
and I'm breaking
Lord, I've given up on what I started
I'm waving away all the departed
and writing them off forever
in a book called "Never"
in a book called "Never"

Seven days down and it's a war zone
my emotions are raging war
Seven days down and it's helpless
tell me what I am fighting for?
Here's the height of the heat
and I'm melting
With my final defeat
I am breaking
Finally given up on what I started
gone are all the departed
gone, gone forever
labeled in a book called "Never"
in a book called "Never"
in a book called "Never"
written off in a book called "Never"

Emptied

I was young and naive
So pretty and sweet
Like a child you took my hand
Promised things oh so grand
And then you deceived me

I was careful, cautious, pure
I was so unsure
You wrote me love letters like a pro
How was I supposed to know
that you'd deceive me?

I won't miss a love like yours
The kind that never cures
The kind that leaves me emptied
I won't miss those words you said
And all the ways you mislead
Leaving me feeling emptied

I was caught in a daze
never knowing which ways
to go to find out the truth
Where was I to find the proof
that showed you'd deceived me?

Now more careful, cautious, sure
Not captured in your lure
I discarded your poetry as lies
And ignored all your wasted tries
To come back to deceive me

I won't miss a love like yours
The kind that never cures
The kind that leaves me emptied
I won't miss those words you said
And all the ways you mislead
Leaving me feeling emptied

I am so glad I'm done with all that
I won't ever turn and go back
I felt like an empty vessel in your arms
And I don't miss that
No, I don't miss that

I won't miss a love like yours
The kind that never cures
The kind that leaves me emptied
I won't miss those words you said
And all the ways you mislead
Leaving me feeling emptied


By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Razor Lips

"Razor"

oh, little silver, little satin, little glee
like a shining little miniature thing
you are keen, fine edged and swift
and i know you become the poison in this fist
i see the smear where it leads it back
like a map, like a map
carved out your initials on the inside of your soul
and try to think of what makes you whole
it's erasing the need, the want, the hole
the echo left inside your empty soul
like a map, like a map
i swear i won't take it back
it's the edge of the poison in my fist
surely honed, keen edged and swift
like a shining little miniature thing
oh, little silver, little satin, little glee

4/25/11

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"Lips"

soft
at the edge, like clouds
sweet like plums
and pink
gentle
they move so softly now
softer than thumbs
i think
gentle
and when they touch yours it's like
the world comes to life
like crashing of the waves
and the beginning of time
like the bang they say started it all
and made mountains rise and fall
over it all
it was earth shaking and relentless
in pursuit of just one thing
to return
soft
and whispering

4/26/11

By Elizabeth Azpurua

Nothing Here But Signs

*Just as a note the following poem is meant to be read with conviction, as if this were the last words you would say*



"Nothing Here, Nothing At All"

tumbleweeds and empty war drums
no sound, no waves, no muse
no echoes or forests or mountains
and nothing at all to reuse
there is no magic and music and mayhem
and not a drop in the bucket I hold
there are no storm clouds or rainbows
and nothing at all for me to hold
there isn't greatness, nor marvels, nor epics
nothing to breathe into your lungs for joy
there is not a memory left in the stillness
and not a mural on walls here to enjoy
there are no typhoons, no earthquakes
there is not even a sound of a mouse
there are no lyrics or fairytales here at all
and there is nothing left of a house
tumbleweeds and empty war drums
and a plain full of stillness and dirt
the sky is a distant visitor
and the only thing left is this hurt
I am not standing anymore in this emptiness
I am not standing anymore without you
You take everything that had meaning
and you take everything once held true
So long to the birds, and the bees, and the willows
So long to the oceans, the castles, the crepes
So long to the currents, the blizzards, and billows
and goodbye to any of the once loved landscapes
there is nothing of science, inventions and news
there is nothing of pearls, gems, and beautiful hues
There is dirt and a plain full of empty war drums
no sound, no battle, no victor, no sun
I am not standing anymore in this emptiness
I am not standing anymore without you
I will not claim this stupid dirt as my home
I am not settling for remaining alone

1/9/11

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"Signs"

Why do you need a crop circle or
some sign in the sky
to make you see reason and give
you the message you seek?
There won't be a vision on a side of a wall
or a signal from an angel while you sleep
So get off of your sofa and step outside
and realize what has been
here the whole time
You shouldn't have to have an epiphany
to wake and understand
that the reason for your being,
is being my friend

1/9/11

Never Lost

when you're sitting alone
and the world's viewed as cold
and you're holding onto the atmosphere
there were reasons in you
things you had held onto
moments given to you but discarded out of fear
somebody tried to put out your lights
and they took away all your rights
left you holding onto nothing but empty air
then they stole every dream
and broke your self esteem
teaching you that apathy was never fair
and you sit back alone and think
while your at the edge, on the brink
"maybe this world is not the place for me?"
and the windows turn grey
while the words that you'd say
die in your mouth filled with hopes you can't see
when you're sitting alone
and the world's viewed as cold
and you think you have nothing to hold to
just remember each night
a part of you shines so bright
but those dark ones just don't want it to
they would steal all your dreams
and then they would clip your wings
but they cannot turn you off
so if you're alone
and it's all cold
embrace yourself...you're never lost

by Elizabeth Azpurua

The Fool

"Fool"

its all the same
and the same is the same is the same
and the pain is the pain; am I to blame?
I might be the blame
 but God, why oh why
do the stars refuse to shoot across my sky?
and the moment I can't breathe before I die
and then I die
 might have been you
might have been true, oh so true, so true
and I refuse to be put out there by you
I can't refuse you
 but God, why oh why
does my heart refuse to cry? take my eyes
and take my soul and let me lie here, die
leave me here to die
 where music is cruel
and where love makes of me a fool
and where I'm proud to say that I'm a fool
oh yes, it's cruel
but I'm the fool
aren't we all?
over love, all over love
 its all the same
and the same will be the same forever same
and I know I'm the fool who takes the blame
I take the blame
because I'm to blame
fool in love, in love
pained by love


2/2/10



by Elizabeth Azpurua


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