Thursday, October 31, 2013

Embers.

I guess the shoe only fits in fairy tales.


Tonight, I'm considering putting my thoughts to flame,

just to see if you'd make for the fire escape

or still relentlessly stick around.


Tonight, I'm considering not closing my eyes,

just to see how well they would adapt

to not recreating you for a night.


Tonight, I'm considering just how you managed

to parade right on in without ever auditioning,

without ever paying the admittance fee,

and without ever learning your cues,

because now I can't even remember what act preceded yours,

all I know is that act ended and packed up and left

without me even realizing it, and I still haven't, and I won't,

and I'm considering how you really make me feel,

because it's alright to pretend I'm the ringleader

and it's alright to pretend I'm a lion tamer

and it's alright to pretend I'm able to spiral out of a cannon

but how long until the pretense burns away like I wish you would

and how long until the audience realizes I have nothing under control

and how long until you're tired of performing


I only have so long left in this town,

you only have so long left in my show,

so why don't we make it memorable while we can

and then let the embers burn down


love always, laura elizabeth.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Story Time.

"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."
-Albert Einstein


Imagine the exhilaration of speeding along the freeway at night, completely focused on the wind rushing through your hair.

Imagine the beauty of a drive through the autumnal canyon, drinking in every detail of the leaves and the trees and the people around you.

Imagine the crisp taste of a coke on a Friday night, partying with your friends because it's finally the weekend, acting like it's the last night you'll live.

Imagine the comfort of caramel hot chocolate, curled up next to a fireplace, reading your favorite book and relishing in your abounding free time.

Imagine the wonder of a fierce storm, water rocketing towards the earth like bullets, lightning lighting up the sky like nothing you've ever seen, the thunder right afterwards resonating in your very bones.

Imagine the nostalgia of watching the sky's tear drops slide peacefully towards the bottom of your window, tracing their tracks as they slowly make them.

Imagine the fascination of a different country, stepping foot in a place completely foreign to you and diving into the culture without inhibitions.

Imagine the relief of your own home, of your own bed, of your own pillow, of being surrounded by those you've known your entire life, those who will love you endlessly.

Imagine the bass of the best dance songs you've every heard, pumping through a room packed full with gyrating bodies, dancing along because no one's paying any attention to anyone else.

Imagine the rifts of your very favorite music, the kind that can make you cry because it's pure poetry put to a tune and all it's ever done is remind you of times lost.


Imagine putting all these things together, and giving the result a name, and tell me

Do you really expect love to make any sense?


love always, laura elizabeth.


Sunday, October 27, 2013

More Poems, Less Sleep.

"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough."
-Mae West


Right now, Addy is [hopefully] asleep in the beautiful city. 

Right now, Benjamin is probably watching a movie.

Right now, Sarah is probably reading Nico a bedtime story.

Right now, Kelsie is probably watching tv with Taylor.


Right now, someone is dying.

Right now, someone is being born.

Right now, someone is about to give up.

Right now, someone is being saved.


Right now, someone's breaking up with someone else.

Right now, someone's about to go all the way for the first time.

Right now, someone just cheated on their significant other.

Right now, someone just had their first kiss.


Right now is the most important moment of everyone's life.


Right now is the loneliest,

Right now is the happiest,

Right now is the most heart breaking,

Right now is the absolute sweetest,

Right now is the worst,

Right now is the very best,

Right now is the only moment you have.

What are you doing with it?


love always, laura elizabeth.

Friday, October 25, 2013

TGIF.

"One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody."
-Mother Theresa


But here's the true, real, completely accurate and exact thing,

is that you're taking everything you don't know about me

and making it what you do know about me,

and it's alright and it's all good and all fine right now

because it's the weekend, weekend lover,

but what happens on Monday again,

what happens at the next beginning,

what happens next middle,

what happens next end and when will it really end?


Sometimes I wonder why we keep moving forward only to end up where we started.


Sometimes I wonder why we keep moving even if we don't know if it's forward,

we keep moving even if we don't know what we're moving to

even if we don't know when we will get there

we don't know how we'll get there

who are we going for

or why


The truest thing I can say about this

is how you're taking everything you don't know about me

and pretending it's everything you do know


love always, laura elizabeth

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Hopeless.

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
-Robert Frost


write more, talk less.

smile more, sigh less.

think more, act less.

dance more, walk less.

sleep more, cry less.


hold on more, let go less.

let go more, hold on less.


allow more, push less.

defend more, tolerate less.


notice more, see less.

listen more, hear less.

remember more, regret less.


feel more, feel less.

love more, love less.

hope more, hope less.


live more, die less.


love always, laura elizabeth.


Monday, October 21, 2013

Cinnamon.

It only lasts if you make it last.


How mundane of you, to sit there and pretend like you're noticing everyone but me.
How mundane of you, to watch me pretend like I'm noticing everyone but you.

How mundane was it when the spearmint from your breath
breezed through my window when I passed you by
How mundane was it when my eyelashes fell off, remembering how
they used to brush the cinnamon off your cheeks

How mundane was it when neither of us tripped, neither of us hit the ground
but we keep pulling these Leaning Tower of Pisa moves on each other,
we never fell but we haven't been properly upright for some time now
How mundane was it when we pretended
but we were never pretending
yet we're still pretending

How mundane is it, that I can feel so much about so little and so little about so much
How mundane is it, that you're so utterly not mundane

love always, laura elizabeth