Dark Coffee Grinds or Crisp scented Gin ;Loud Morning Bells or days sleeping in.
9am shifts and meeting room wall paper; clothes on the ground and the sweet smell of a stranger
Tag Archives: Poetry
Words left in pages, 88 books. Lifestyles created by fear driven hooks. Lost without purpose without the pages of life. But this life is mine now, and so is the fight.
Comb through the tangles left from the frenzy, searching for regrets but coming up empty. Will we leave satisfied or will this not be plenty, when our souls leave this earth will you be with me.
Barrier
I don’t understand why this must happen to me, but perhaps it’s for reasons I just cannot see.
That these barriers exist to give me, a reason to fly over and expand my reach.
171 Posts and 200 Followers Later…
Two weeks into The Daily Run On, I posted a lovely post where I posted a photo of myself and how in shock I was at my little blog’s growth. Now I’m seriously surprised. With 171 posts and over 200 followers I am blessed to call this my hideaway and thankful that I came back to continue writing!
~ Always Elle 
Sky Runner
If I
could find a way, to run across the sky. Feel the clouds beneath my feet and leave this world behind. I wouldn’t second guess it, even for a second, I’d be gone before the storms.
Boiling, bubbling, over the walls. Don’t loose it all child, reality calls. Screaming inside, but the outside seems okay. Don’t loose yourself child, along the way.
The Defininition of an Intern:
A File Cabinet with arms and legs, cramps from typing, and filled with a rush that can come only from two hour old break room coffee.
Dust, Powder, Ash and Sand
Someti
mes you must be ground into dust, to understand the difference between true love and lust.
Sometimes you must be ground into powder, to understand why life is better when sober
Sometimes you must be ground into ash, to find release from a troubled past
Sometimes you must be ground into sand, to understand what the good Lord has planned.
Traffic
Rain slides down the windshield, going 75.
Against the grain, going home, while the sun’s still in the sky.
Long days, even longer nights, wondering why
The roads run like rivers through my mind
– Elle
The Daily Run-On 