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

Not Alone

We're all backed into corners, clothes caught on nails
in loose floor boards, strength failed, sick with ails
There are shadows beneath us and dark figures ahead
Words spent in music that clatters inside our head
We're trying to find someone whose demons can play
well with our own so we can all come as we may
into the sunlight, full sight, nothing to hide
no need to lock doors, build walls; confide
and tell them the truth, tell them the past, the pain
let their dark moments dance with our own in rain
but we're sitting in corners with our knees in our chests
baring our scars to the room like they are our crests
saying "this is war, whose side are you on?"
telling the shadows like they haven't won
Loads of moments, troubles, high - dirty hair falling out
you scraped the bottom, your faith swallowed in doubt
We're all seeking for someone who has demons like our own
who can pull out the weeds from our gardens overgrown
and tear down our walls and unlock our doors; set free
with full sunlight, truth blaring, a moment we can be
ourselves - free, able to stand and face the day knowing
someone like us is out facing the day, too, showing
we're not alone.

Lucifer's Locket is a Broken Glass Heart

"Clinging Broken Heart"

It's sticking like the glue that won't release
and each place you grasp, you cling
with hands clutched to your chest
held fast
no breath
It's clinging to you like cement inside
weighing you down, can't fight
with feet stuck in an awful rut
stuck deep
no luck
Crawl across the ground to roll and plead
with this clinging sticky thing, just breathe
the weight of the broken heart
holds you
depart
and keep trying

6/18/13

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"Breaking Glass"

she shatters mirrors
why? you ask
for erasing errors
with her silver flask
she screams at shadows
while breaking glass
to fall from windows
waiting to pass
the feelings onto the ground below
she shatters mirrors
she must, her task
to erase her errors
and make her mask
to hide from shadows
and in the glass
she throws from windows
hoping to pass
her feelings through the air to fall below

6/10/13


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"Give Me a Locket"

ardently, foolery
cannot spell jewelry
nor embrace
crest fallen face
wishful I was
in blackened lace
give me a locket
for my sin
inside a pocket
to keep there in
no illusions to hold
but remnants of old
for a love that never
shall be

3/2/13

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"You Look Like Lucifer"

I think this feeling is treason
a love with no reason
Does my heart jest?
Might wings break from my spine
to offer some correction
or heart burst from my breast
to end this ailment
and bring me flight?
Oh, serpentine whisperer
You look like Lucifer
illusions and light for a crest
Catching me dancing
in this love that's entrancing
deliver me from this unrest

2/20/13

Write About Powerful Volcanic Love

"Give Them a Reason to Write"

Darling, I do believe we're chasing our own dreams
I believe we are startled
when we come across each other's eyes
the shadows die
and we're done for
I see in you a reflection of myself
I seen in you a perfection of your self
I see in us a reason for people to write love poems
So, darling, tell me when our dreams will meet

Darling, I know you're holding onto your seems
Left torn asunder
when she left you broken hearted there
all alone
and let down
I see in you a reflection of my past
I see in you all that has come to pass
I know they'll see in us reasons to write love songs
So, tell me darling, when do we write our own?

11/12/11

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"Volcanic Love"

I desire you, like fire, brimstone
and rain
coated in acid
I want you to consume
I want to be consumed
by you
I desire to be owned, controlled
take over
I want to be erased but left
only with you
I desire you like volcanic eruptions
destroy me
Consume me
I want to be eaten up by your love
Consumed by your entirety
I want to be swallowed up in all that ends me
I desire you like the fire, brimstone
and scorching flames
upon me
Take me now
Take me now
Burn my slow all the way down
I need you like I never needed anything
Consume me
consume me
like it's my ending
Just take all of me here
and I'll become one with you

11/12/11

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"Powerful"

porcelain
sweet
soft and delicate
i never was
this
no
i am ironclad
impenetrable
and harsh
and
cold
it's in your hands
this power
to undo me
and
erase
my walls
it's in your breath
this essence
to control me
and
stop
my heart
i was like
the ice
i was like
the steel
i was like
the cold
barren
ground
and your hands
they touched
they felt
the delved
and i
found
my
weakest
place
where i become
like melting
sunlight
spilling
gentle
delicate
and free
yet so powerful
the way
you make
me
breathe


By Elizabeth Azpurua

We're Done Now, Bird

"Guess This One Is Called Done"

I've been digging my own grave
I'm almost nearly done
I've been tied up as your slave
Bound to the things never done
I can barely even breathe
I know that I am almost done
My death is slowly nearing
Then it'll all be over and done
So very done
I've been laid out in this hole
Now I'm over and I'm done
You hold my heart and my soul
Destroyed both now it's done
So here is my death for you
Hold the guilt now that it's done
Nothing left to hold onto
Over and done, over and done

4/18/11

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"Fanciful Bird"

I spin inside the darkness and the shadows and the cold
It's hard to get out of bed
You were the thing that got me through the dark times
a happy little emotional head upon your shoulders
you would smile and light up my world
Where did you go? Where have you ran away to?
Was my dark and dreary world too much for you, my fanciful bird?
I was swallowing the fears, the doubts, the losses
and you were walking the streets to fame
how I'd uphold your name....but no, you walked away
into the horizon of the happy ones and when you wake each
day you spring right out of bed
I spin inside my darkness and my shadows in the cold
and I can't get out of my bed
I can't get out of my head
You were the only thing that made my world all bright and new
and I was giddy, and high, and happy and light
and I'm nothing of the sort without you
Where did you run away to?
I'm sorry my world was to dreary for you, my fanciful bird
I should have known it would be too dark for you

4/18/11

I Would Have...

i would have chased the shadows away
just to bring you the sun in a box
open the lid and hold it close
and always have a smile inside
i would have made the memories go away
bring you the stars to keep by your bed
wish upon them each night and never
have to go to sleep worrying inside
i would have helped you scale the mountains
helped you sail every sea
i would have carried you over the hard times
and watched you while you dreamed
i would have gone above and beyond
just to see you smile every day
but nothing i say matters at all now
just words of a poem written here

By Elizabeth A.

I Said Break Another Day

"I Said Break"


it's the time you spend in the shadows
watching shadows
making shadows
it's the light from those windows
broken windows
no more windows
i said break them
and make them
make shadows for company
i said break them
to erase them
bring shadows to comfort me
i said break them
to break them
was to erase parts of me
play with shadows
all my shadows
glass edged shadows
to break in me


8/19/10




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"Another Day"


it's like trying to walk through quicksand
and eating acrid tree roots by the cliff side
like throwing yourself over the edge
or walled away alone, shut off and tied
it's like yanking your hair out
and screaming with no voice
sometimes living life is a nightmare
and you wonder at your choice
it's the swallowing in darkness
your soul frightened with no lights
it's the sweltering feeling of oppression
clutching your chest, your fist clenched tight
so you kick, and you fight, and you falter
and you stand up and turn around and go
and on and on is your process don't pause or
you'll fall down and you'll never know
morning will come when you wake up
God grant you another day
and the nightmares that plagued you seemed endless
but you'll feel alive your first breath once you wake
the world turns once more to bring us out of the night
and into the light
and you'll know then you're fine
we're all going to be fine...
so battle the mountains that rise up in your way
and forget the silence that is cheering you on
you will master the ability to bring out your strength
and once you know that you know you're strong
remember the night does not go on and go on
when you feel you're living a nightmare
there are more doors that you'll open just waiting on you
and no matter the hardships you bear
just know...
you're one more day away
turn the page
God grants you another day
awake


8/19/10 By Elizabeth Azpurua
credit for "the world turns once more to bring us out of the night and into the light" to Drew Bach