ELYSE NICOLE

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I was born in Silver Spring, MD and raised in Hyattsville, MD for the majority of my life. I am the middle child I have two sisters--one of whom I am extremely close to, she's my everything. I have always enjoyed writing, it was always the easiest way for me to express myself. I remember when I really started writing a lot, it was when my Grandma died at age 11, and I had absolutely no clue as to how I was feeling, no clue as to how or when to express myself. I am twenty-six now and it is still and always will be my source of self explanation as well as self exploration. Salute, Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Weeping Willow

by ElyseNicole

I know why you weep,

it's because when you were me,

you loved unconditionally--to deep.

But the day you died,

love was why you cried,

He took everything u had inside,

You took everything in stride and pushed all his BS to the side,

you put aside your pride, every time he lied,

bared you soul and then died, an ultimate death,

one of suicide.

Weeping Willow I am here for you,

I see all of you,

everyday I cried it was for you,

seeing that weeping willow got me through

it got me over you.

Weeping willow

I have some words just for you,

because I don't want others to grow how you grew.

never let anyone take all of you

never let their lear's and jeers

bring out your fears.

Those lies they chose to tell you

were never equivalent to your tears.

Priceless you are

Smile through all the trials.

Weeping Willow

I am going to be your light,

to help give others sight,

with every weep,

we will leap.

No longer will your hope

be taken as a joke,

No more guns, knives, nor ropes.

Your going to give us all hope.

Dedicated to those who have committed suicide our weeping willows and those who think of it please rethink it, you are priceless just give yourself a chance tomorrow will never come if you don't let it.

Looking back at me

Looking at you and all I see
is me looking back at me
lost and scattered,
battered reflection of me
but damn it is still me
confused and can not see
exactly how I should be.

My reflection isn't the me
I thought I'd see
one in which I've never seen
I am not who I thought I'd be
lost, dying inside
but outside fierce as can be
reflections of a broken me
with an off track destiny.

How do I make it through?
Damn is this really what I brew.
How do I let go?
live and learn and move through
if only I never knew
you
the real you
I would have never lost sight
that urge to fight
now I got that bad instinct of flight.

Bogus as can be
but still I can't see
why it wasn't me
Elyse
who I chose to be
true to
and love above all else
because I knew too
I'd be, looking back at me.



Transition

Moving from point A to B
and I see that same old mess
Running to stay away from the test

Physical, Mental, Emotional triumph
if I can only make it past this hump
to get that umph
and take these fucked up lumps
in stride
keep my pride aside
and sit there through this bogus ride
I already let that old me die.

Transition is my only mission
to make it all the way to Z
is where I got to be.
I have released all the tension
all the stress
and put my soul and heart to rest
Lies and deception
lead me to this position
I got to refrain and obtain
all my goals
no matter what the tolls
no more flipping out
It's time to turn this mickeyflicka
out!

So I'm in transition
a work in progress
destined for success

-Lady Xpressions -

I was born and raised in Pensacola, FL. I am a graduate of University of Central Florida.  I am the only child. I used to write a lot in a journal and I eventually started poetry at age 11 years old. I took it more seriously in high school (around 15 years old). It wasn't until August of 2010 that I decided to have my own site with my poetry. Ever since then, I've been writing even more. I don't have a particular topic I write about. I write what I feel ( whether its anger, pain, hurt, etc). I've always been a thinker and writing just allows me to express myself and to be me. I have been through a lot even though I am 22 years old. I want my poetry to be able to help others in whatever situation they may be in. Poetry is my passion. It took this year for me to realize how much poetry a apart of me. I am currently transitioning into a spoken artist. I know working hard at what you love or passionate about can only go far as what you make of it.
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-Lady Xpressions -

Thoughts


I use these lines to write my thoughts

but my thoughts aren’t as clear as it should.
I’m trying to fight off the emotions pulling me back
but it won’t stop haunting me, as if it would.
I’m being pushed and pulled constantly
as if I’m trying to fight for my last breath.
Thoughts, why do you consume me with your time?
give me at least a week to rest.
I toss & turn throughout the night
praying & hoping I can finally sleep.
My sleep keeps being interrupted by my thoughts
whispering, “invite me in, I can help you feel complete.”
I’m scared. I’m confused.
Should I embrace the unknowing or keep running?
Is this bad timing? Is it safe?
What should I do? Thinking…thinking..
So, I finally decide to surrender & embrace my thoughts
I’ve tried hiding but my thoughts always found me.
Wait…this can’t be what I’m running from
It’s too late to run. It’s too late to undo what I already see.
I don’t want to face the truth
Is this the beginning or the end?
So, I stop running and look behind me
Love, you have found me yet again.


Face 2 Face

I am looking in the mirror and a stranger is looking back
Its’ eyes stares back into mine but my eyes cannot keep the eye contact.
The face almost seems recognizable
But it holds a confused look with a puzzled look.
The skin seems rough, expressing pain from past experiences
That’s something I have endured, not wanting to expose my disguised innocence.
Somehow, I once felt what this stranger now feels, before
I was lost and holding onto hurt wanting to be happy and enjoy life more.
Now, I am looking in the mirror and the person I recognize is looking back
Stronger, happier, surpassing the fear that no longer last.
She looks down to the envelop that’s sealed and then she firmly kiss
Inside, she writes her goodbye to the stranger  she will no longer miss.
Goodbye to the lies, low self esteem, and lacking of confidence within herself
Goodbye to this stranger and I welcome a clear, view of my new self.


The Emotion I Have

My veins drips with fire
It has a rushing, heated temperature
Anger is the emotion I have
I try to brush it off, but the emotion only linger.
Negativity is uninvited to my mentality
Positivity tries to consume my sanity
Anger is the emotion I have
God, please grant me with serenity.
My temperature only rises
Like a hot day when the sun is up
Anger is the emotion I have
When the “don’t touch button” is pushed, the emotion of anger erupt.
Anger is here, the heart beats fast
Anger is here, how long will it last?
Anger is the emotion I have
Anger seems to show up when liars, deceivers, and betrayers like to disturb a peaceful path.
When anger surfaces
It is immature and with full threat
Not thinking clearly, only acting on emotion
Ignoring advice and not caring to hold it’s breath.
It seeks to hold grudges
It is likely to be impatient
It’s seeks to harm people, not caring what that may endeavor
Not wanting to manage its own anger but only wanting to continue it.
Laughter turns into cries
Pain increases hurt
Anger is the emotion I have
Anger disrupts happiness, is it really the worth?
Worth losing family, a friend, or a relationship?
If they died tomorrow, was anger even worth the risk?
Anger doesn’t care whenever the time comes for it to strike
But is anger worth losing their or even your life?
What about the worth of losing opportunities
Or worth of losing respect?
Ask yourself “is anger the emotion I ought to have?”
Its not worth it when nothing or no one is here, nothing or no one is left?
When we hurt we automatically want others to hurt when they have hurt us
But should we give anger the power to empower over us?
Think about it.
-Lady Xpressions -

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