Miracles Written by Elle McLin For the world who believes only in visuals…let it go! For the world who believes in miracles…let it show! I’ve experienced great pain, and illness to my demise, Drought my eyes, with day long, and midnight cries
The Stranger… A Poetic Spill by Poetess Elle and MaNGOD Elle~ I felt his energy… His voice faint, Eyes were bright and vibrant They spoke to me His head hung, His shoulders were slumped That body of his Displayed of discouraging
I have No Field of Lilies Only Cotton Flowers that Bloom When I dance Nurtured and watered by By Bloody Fingers that drip from being pricked Twirl Spin and Fly High Gravity is my Sky For I am unable to be
As I comb through existence. My fingers vibrate. Picking up weighty jewels for examination. Eyes closed. Experiencing the innate to and fro of The cosmos. Pricking my finger on the edges of comets. Paint color on the tapestry of the deep. And
Peaceful Tides Granted upon thee a form of peace, A time to gather in silence, commence no words The star lit sky begins to lighten The soft tweets from birds begin morning’s dialogue The early bird forgets the worm Eager to arise
People need a little more faith today The world is becoming so dismal, So many have lost their way New age sensei says believe in me Accept the truth and it will see set you free Middle East is getting more war-torn
Bless This Mess ELLE: I have opened many doors just to have them slammed in my face Bathe in light just to wash away disgrace Dreamed of many smiles just to share with another Black and bruised from misuse And lost my
Lost words battle my mind. My soul feels trapped and my flesh feels numb. Comfort only comes from deep shallow breaths Mantras that create vibrations roll off my lips and calms my racing heart. My eyes close only to dream never to
God’s Glory Gives Wise words of wisdom to battle worldly temptations falling into the cracks we’ve all hit different places Give life more meaning than simple political beliefs life is too short bless others amongst all races Foolish dangers brings wars like
Though it pains our hearts that you are gone,
joy overcomes our spirits,
because you finally made it home.
I never had a chance to say farewell my friend,
but I know that we will meet again in eternity.
I call you friend, but you were embodied as my brother.
You showed everyone so much love,
whether you genuinely cared, there was no wonder.
I want to cry out loud, To pour out all my heart, So as to relieve myself a bit. And in order to do this, I have come to this junction, Where blood meets tears, And form a puddle of emotion. I