Ellie belfiglio

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


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“FEELING BLUE”

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Sad, lonely, feeling blue!

So depressed, I don’t know what to do.

Horrible thoughts, tears and many,

many wine, every night you live in fear…

Sick, always living-

In pain, it is like being crushed by a crane.

Thoughts, memories, too much to remember.

On a very rainy night in September.

So gather around,

So the body can be crowned.

Everyone is silent, there is no sound.

After the quiet emotions,

You and yourself walk on the-

Ocean. The ocean is so-

High, he wants to die.

His footstep are-

all to remember the night,

He died in late September!! …

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Ellie

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“LIVES NOT LIVED”

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Darkness, velvet smooth, all encompassing.

Setting softly a warm blanket of blackness,

Quiet, softly, soothing, peaceful with its unvoiced words.

Filling the air with thoughts yet unknown…

Floating, feather light on a sea of air!

Body weightless, drifting gently.

Light, faintly shining then brightening slowly.

Warm, gently illuminating…

Shadows flickering images, dancing obscurely against the mind’s wall.

Hazy, features yet unclear.

Love flowing strongly, senses tingling.

Boldly shown, yet shyly held.

Emotions raging rampant, fully felt, fiery red, warming the soul.

Realization sparkling clear, refreshingly sweet.

Knowing, yet unsure of what it knows.

Shadows swiftly fading, images yet unseen.

Darkness creeping in, light melting away.

Unknown loves, dreams not yet dreamed.

Unfelt emotions, lives not yet lived.

Fading, wafting away, back into the future!! …

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Ellie


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“AWAKENING”

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On the day of awakening, I stumbled in truth.

Reality was but an illusion, or so it seemed.

My life until now, I saw as a dream.

In reality there are true feeling of love or-

This is at least what I’m ought to believe.

My reality is mine. Yours is yours.

To all, is there truth of falsity?

It’s in what we may choose to believe!! …

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Ellie


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“MYSTIC NIGHT”

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Bright salt sky,

sails the rooftop of-

shops, cars, and fluorescent ice-cream…

In and out and in the mill,

the keepers are quiet;

yet respondent to vacant,

smiling wonderers…

Photos and frames, water colors,

bleeding oil pine shingles,

glass ball floats attract but do not connect.

The rigging litters!! …

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Ellie


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“A GLOW OF BEAUTY”

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A crystalized limb hangs low on a barren tree;

Yet, the moonlight reflects a glow of beauty.

The ever present wind now becomes the enemy.

The limb cries of itself not to weaken or to become anxious.

Yet the challenge itself seems unjust.

How can one so fragile withstand such opposition?

I must hold on to hope,

For the darkness will pass;

And the morning sun will provide me strength.

Be patient and the clouds will make way to a new tomorrow.

The limb continues to sway,

Only now notices the warmth of its enemy.

Its weight has lessoned.

Its spirit never broke.

And the limb hangs high again,

Against the sunlight,

Reflecting a glow of beauty!! …

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Ellie


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“RESTORE CALM”

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Quiet fire glows in the cave,

Rain drops and falls off the rocks,

A cold drip down  by my neck.

“Light, I need the flashlight” I hear.

Swearing angry words follow.

You… CALL ME! these nasty things?

When you are the one who has failed?

Why? Why destroy my calm?

Do you like to fight and cause a problem?

Stay on your side and fight.

I will not argue any longer.

It is cold, it is wet.

I am going back.

Breathe slowly.

Restore Calm!! …

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Ellie


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“SPECKS OF DUST BELOW”

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I see the eagle soaring

in the sky.

Gracefully flying through

The the clouds.

Clouds that seem to say

Goodbye…

The eagle look down

Into the valley.

His eyes piercing the layers

of mist.

What he sees is dirty

And frightening…

So he soars higher

And higher

Until he can touch the sky

Forgetting the speck of dust below.

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Ellie