Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

“NO CHANCE!”

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Linnea-Strid-face-closeupFear…

Is it something dear?

Shadows so near!

Pain…

The one who ran in rain.

The ruthless reality to compare.

Dark alleys with no air!

Rain…

When city dozed, but was in pain.

Cruelty covers the cloud;

Instead of rain that poured as blood.

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Tight…

When our secrets might,

Reveal our name;

And put us on shame!

Grow…

Seeing death in this show.

For people to take a glance;

When we are left with no chance!! …

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Ellie

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Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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