Ellie belfiglio

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


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“UNKNOWN DEPTHS”

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… Oh, desolate shell!

Alas, I am free of you.

The molted skin of what I used to be

Has plummeted towards unknown depths!

My body is now

The volcano that was erupted

And became my soul…

… Spewing crimson debris outward

As it rages…

There is no blood or anger

Only love and ambition…

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It explodes, I explode…

Now anything and everything I touch

Is almost reformed or refined…

… And what is not reformed or refined

Is beyond the spectacular borders

Of my control

And remains within

Brilliant confines of

Of your!! …

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“Ellie”

The pictures are from bing.com…


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“REFORMED, REFINED”

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Oh, desolate shell!

Alas, I am free of you.

The molted skin of what I used to be-

Has plummeted toward unknown depths.

____ My soul is now

___ The volcano that was erupted;

___ And became my soul…

… Spewing crimson debris outward,

As it rages…

___ There is no blood or anger,

___ Only love and ambition…

… It explodes, I explode.

Now anything and everything I touch-

Is almost reformed or refined…

… And what is not reformed or refined-

Is beyond the spectacular borders-

Of my grief’s control,

And remains within-

Brilliant confines of-

Yours!! …

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“Ellie”

The pictures are from bing.com…