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Untitled

by

Elizabeth Allen

I have driven a man into the depths of anger -
The darkness closes in on him as he thinks
About the way I reacted tonight.

If his world crumbles down tonight,
A wall will be built around his heart.
And I have no strength to knock it down.

I fear what the future has in store -
From one adjective comes many verbs,
Many emotions, many divisions.

I have twisted his mind, like a wet sponge
And then left it to evaporate all goodness
That he once thought surrounded me.

The blue tide went out fast today,
And the moon canít drive him back towards me.
For cement has been placed where sand once was.

My face is like a puddle, not sure what to reflect,
And all I know is water. A puddle, wishing
It was made by the ice around his heart.

My hands are like an earthquake - Shaking with every
Violent movement of my memory.
Hoping that when it stops there will be little damage.

My mind is like a blunt knife. Ripping at the confusion,
Desperately trying to cut through it; yet,
Making a bigger and more chaotic mess then there originally was.

My heart is like a galaxy, twisting and turning
From beauty to the unknown to darkness
Cold, isolated and afraid.


The Wrong Direction

by

Elizabeth Allen

Taking it one step too far
So he never has a reason to doubt why we ended.
Taking it one step too far
So he never has time to think about his feelings.

Taking it one step too far
So I never have a moment to analyse my feelings.
Taking it one step too far
So I never have to go a moment in pain.

Taking it one step too far.
We never had a chance to contemplate the
Actions we were about to take.
Taking it one step too far.
We never gave a thought to the consequences of the
Actions we were about to take.
Taking it one step too far.
We never gave sensibility a chance over lust.

Taking it one step too far.
Letting myself fall for him, before he
Had a chance to fall for me.
Taking it one step too far.
Ending my life with one, before I
Started my life with another.

Taking it one step too far...
Too far over the edge and into oblivion.
Taking it one step too far...
Too far past the no returns.
Taking it one step too far...
One-step too far, in the wrong direction.


Storage Space

by

Elizabeth Allen

Boxes. Memories packed up as though
They are being gift wrapped for the next place.
Memories thrown out as they have been stored for long enough
In your subconscious, known as a cupboard.

A tear fills your eye as the removalist shatters
One of your most treasured dreams
But once you have picked up the pieces of the crystal ball
You realise that in the next place you will make new dreams

The next place seems as though it is half the world away
Sometimes even another galaxy as you wait,
Wait... wait... waiting. For some sign that you
May again unpack everything you have strived to obtain.

While unpacking your thoughts and reminiscences
You think about how ironic it is, for memories are meant to be stored
Not usually are they out in the open for the world to see
And yet somehow you feels better that they are being uncovered.

Boxes. Memories being unpacked just like
It was your eighth Birthday all over again.
Boxes thrown away for they have stored items long enough.
Items being placed in your subconscious, known as a cupboard.