Poems from ElissaCole
I love to write– writing is the escape my own mind provides for itself. Reality becomes dull after a while, and more often than not, it becomes overwhelming. Writing is my escape into the fantastical.
*I have another account on TeenInk.com under the name GennaElissa*
I knew it was broken the moment that I became unsure
if I had ever loved you,
the moment I realized that I could scarcely remember
my...
Wolves would've done a cleaner job of tearing you apart,
they would have left your bare bones,
so I could identify you in the afterlife...
The ballerina, who twirls like the world’s finest carousel,does she know?The leaps, the bounds,the strides she takes,landing hard on...
There are things I don’t understand–things I’ll never be able to comprehend.You are a perfect example.Your face is a thousand glass...
Feed me to a pack of wolves,leave me to bleed among the trees.Leave me to take my dying breath,gasping upon my knees.
Throw me to the...