Ellie belfiglio

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


Getaway Raves


Crashing waves;

My getaway raves;

Deep blue sea;

Green seaweed looks like a tree!

My world of underground,

Holding treasures around.

As I walk on the sand,

Feeling to escape, but I stand.

Pulling at my legs, the wave.

Wants to play, but I am not brave.

In my thoughts the tides roll,

As I stand with my soul.

The currents shift,

To the bottom, me, they lift,

To a dark pool of hope.

I don’t see tomorrow, I am on a rope!! …




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Ellie belfiglio


… I wake up, my hand plastered to the bed.

My nails tear through the sheet of red.

My eyes like a hawk, wide open with fear,

Glued to ceiling like a wallpaper near!

Suddenly a black panther jumps into me;

And vanishes at once behind a tree.

Not expected, I see a lot of sand;

While I lie in  a pool on the bed next to my hand…

… Dreaming to be in a jungle, yet running for my life.

Trees reaching out, branches cutting me like knife.

Trying to untangle me from branches, I turn.

The leaves suffocate me, don’t let me return.

Twigs scratches my legs, oh, how they hurt.

I come to a dead-end on the dirt.

The black panther awaits my sigh.

I see grace in his eye…

… I wake up in a cold sweat;

Moisture drips from my face with threat;

Like water…

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Wondrous balm


You came to my life,

like a whisper of wind.

Not really with an end;

and seemingly it will ascend…

You blew across my face,

a touch of coolness that pleased.

Then no concept was there,

to savor you with dare.

Momentous air as breeze,

with heat of desert to seize.

I left your kisses on that sand;

and the journeys we made on that land.

Now your warm air flows,

over this body of mine.

Preparing my place,

aunty with grace.

When the tempest is finally known,

It’ll bring a blessed calm to me.

My wind, I will remember you;

and know your wondrous balm is true!! …




Rejoice, don’t be sad

For you mom that disappearing in a very fast base. you don’t even know who I am anymore. I always love you and miss you…


A day in pain

A day in rain

A day of fears!

All I have kept away

None waiting for this day

tTo come except that special gone away!

Telling her you miss

of she gone away with no kiss.

To feel that joy that is true!

To hope she never forgets you.

Yes, the time of our last

For the future endures the past!!

Not forgetting that you have come;

Leaving times and changes some.

You hold that special love in heart

From the beginning of end to start.

Wipe your fears.

It’s not time for fears.

It is time to be glad

For rejoicing not to be so sad.

Now I miss you still

You heart knows that I will!! …



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Descending shadows


The time that is night,

I fear the most that fright.

Something forbidding is there,

In the descending shadows in air,

Compounds my trepidation so much,

Of other empty night of such.

Must I preoccupy my mind,

Through the motion kind?

Passage of time is near-

of that which appear.

I realize that although-

emptiness envelope me though.

It’s really me,

Knowing my heart is free!! …



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Blazed in desire


The heat that absorbed from light,

Feels cold, why am I black?

At times I am warm and feel white,

Then I send the reflection of light back.

Often in the stillness of night,

I’m cold, freezing, all alone.

How can I take this blight?

But dawn comes, let’s itself known…

Sometimes the lights impart.

Feeling warm so as my soul sweat.

Just before sweat floods my heart,

Sun will start to set…

Some nights I burn, I’m in fire.

Like a kindled light when souls tie-

light’s source is blazed in desire!

The aura seems never die!

Midday comes, I feel the shroud,

Then the warming light does retreat;

Yet my life turn into the cloud;

And blocks out light and heat!! …



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Glory of sun blaze


If words express the glory of sun blaze,

Or define the beauty I daze,

I could speak eloquent phrase,

And explain it all and amaze…

If words describe my rave,

My ears hear the sound of early wave,

And the song of a bird, near and brave.

If words expound upon all and I,

To feel the God I love in sky,

Who hold me so dear and high…

To see, to hear, to understand how He-

made this earth abound and free,

And splendor, beauty and glee,

To make my mind astound like poetry…

He took time, flowers were made;

And trees change dress from green to red,

And lose their leaves as they bled.

How wonderful His thought who made-

the earth, the sky, the sea with no aid,

And still He is making me, feed me bread!! …



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Pores of sky


Can you see that blind, innocent wave,

Falling in tramp like blindness,

Of the confused intimacy’s rave?

Touches that bruise,

Leaving a footprint in sands,

That never be replaced!

Taste the challenges of supreme,

Wanting to fulfill one’s desire;

Leaving aside the ends,

Dominating thoughts of the wave…

Sounds that yell.

Intensity does scream,

penetrating in pores of sky;

Humidity becomes smoke.

The silhouette bares the touch.

The truth does quell.

Scenery in loving, of my heart!

Past time of a lost heart,

Lays awake to see the night,

Inside a bloodless soul!! …






Strike the match, lead me away.

Envelope me in solitude’s way.

Blind me so as not see the hurt,

In reflected eyes of earth.

Not feeling my heart pumping, I am numb.

My blood is so cold, I can’t overcome;

Ice in my brittle veins.

Take love away, let me be sane.

Even death could equal this pain,

To reveal, let me be alone,

In divine torture of my moan,

Of my inner sanctum, my own!! …



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In a cold winter night,

A sleepwalker I was in dread.

Waging through a barren place;

Void of life, love and grace.

Felt the truth of the heart;

Watching my moves like spies.

My heart whispers of my own;

A crystalized in each stare.

Destiny was a chance;

I took it in my hands to glance.

I was chained to a door!

Hatred in face, stared at space!! …

The sleepwalker’s blood,

Felt no danger in blues.

Only obsession in that room.

My soul was a mirror;

With passion in evil tomb…

Crying, laughing, screaming, calling fire.

All around this sleepwalker os mine!! ….