#ellemac23

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think 

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People Crawling on People

ellemac23:

a city of unknown propaganda

and abstinent nothing.

I gather a strength

to walk into this.

But how impossibly gloom manufactured is this?

Surrounded and shard, 

immensely grovelling sky scrapers

working cars and endless debaucheries. 

An arboretum is a sanctuary 

engulfed and overgrown

with vines of people

crawling on people. 

It can be difficult

to get through this creature of a day

but the next is far

and wide and many, I hope. 

By Lauren McManus

[ellemac23]

Unforgivable Differences

ellemac23:

I subtracted myself from you,

into somewhere meant for only some

The overlapping ledges

shifted and drifted

among the shivering fish.

Deep in the ledges

through a tunnel

through a whirlpool

I come upon some half lit arena. 

Creatures congested and stiff

reluctant and unsure

circle and swirl.

Looking into their eyes I could see them.

The minuscule jokesters inside each

debating whether to sink or swim.

Some dripped underneath

some chose otherwise

separate and together

they made their choices.

Underneath they dwindled

to few parties of few.

Shadows on their faces

Light a shrinking siren.

Above, the "high road"

better or smarter, maybe.

The light mirrored from their faces

skipping off to find adequate hosts.

The line of water between them grew faster.

The separate groups began

a match of priority over others.

Their differences,

the more important.

The water grumbled at its changing surface.

The ledges broke some rising and some tumbling

Soon the hole grew

a sideways chasm.

A black hole emerged

terrifying and real

in front of all faces.

The confusion sprang

them together

as they blamed.

The differences

had shattered their awareness.

The world they'd made

had gone unwatched

and now they find

an unforgivable sucking demon,

more gruesome than all of us.

By Lauren McManus

[ellemac23]

Next art show!

Tomorrow night at War 'Hous Visual Studios and it's called Free Palestine. 50% of the earnings go towards Palestine child relief fund! Hope fully I sell something =]

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The Wind in the Valley

ellemac23:

the wind takes away

what I haven't let go.

grasping at my hands 

and lobes and feet

It takes me to a valley

of neither grass nor tree.

It is an everlasting place

frozen in time

but ticking away.

The memories stay

and they fog

they never fully disappear.

I can see farther there

a person, a thing?

a man. 

His eyes overwhelm his features

his lips sit under a stern swooping nose.

He breathes in the wind.

And smells my memories.

I feel as though

he's examining me.

The wind takes to him

what it takes from others.

He lives as an examiner

like a phyciatrist examines me

he examines how i felt

at the moment of this memory's creation.

His face contorts,

he knows what has happened

he knows...

I whimper like a new pup

no one sees this.

Embarrassment and hurt flourish in my eyes.

I've kept it welding to the underside of my skin.

In a dark place. 

but now it's cut open by a invisible scalpel.

and I feel no different.

He floats on my fog

till his nose tips the end of mine.

His finger runs along the skin of my arm,

up my shoulder 

and stops at my center.

"You have no idea what you are keeping from yourself."

He grumbles.

He growls under his breath and I'm terrified.

"You couldn't understand because you've never seen it."

"but... how can you know something that, I, myself,

don't see?" I defend.

He smiles as the wind wishes back my hair.

His hand moves to cup my bare chin.

"You regret too much for someone so young."

I look down, hiding.

"No!" He pulls me up.

"I will help the deep disperse

and for you to be clean and ready."

"For what?" I ask.

"To escape this no where you've gotten yourself into."

The valley morphs into a hill.

A bright glowing shifting bursting

tree.

"This is where you belong."

He stands behind me, hands wrapped lightly about my waist.

The wind is now clear, slow, waving like the open sea.

"I will help you."

By Lauren McManus

[ellemac23]

Animal Eyes- 10 in by 10 in canvas made with acrylics and molding paste.

Showing it this Saturday!

[ellemac23]

We are Spring and Rain

Stripes falling in your face

obscuring me from sight.

An upward push and a backwards sigh.

The rain falls upon a surface

neither solid nor liquid.

A monsoon around us

escalating into a touch of spring.

Spring of reds and pinks

lighting pertruding feathers.

Tickling your skin.

An eruption of sweet laughs and light breezes.

Lines bursting together

into the time above.

Spring is the happiest month.

By Lauren McManus 

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Fires and Storms

ellemac23:

but nothing ever happened.

Define it.

Gravity, fear, invasion, 

lust or whiskey.

No, it was time

that destroyed us.

The fast movement,

my quick need,

your slow glance,

that made it.

Gravity and fear

are two of many

fires and storms.

By Lauren McManus

[ellemac23]

Bodily Needs

ellemac23:

The strings that shake

shaping and shifting

as your fingers tinker across 

my wondering skin.

The sounds transfer, flip

as moods heighten and explode.

A burst of chords, of hands

of feet and lips.

Lips that glide

off one another

Smash and mingle

Full of bodily needs.

I need the blue glitter of your eyes

to watch me and learn me.

To know what I feel like.

How can you not see

I crave the rough callous

of you fingertips.

Flowing like a teasing sea across me.

The lips, your lips, a smirk.

The average expression you carry.

The way you speak, you ring, you gravitate.

Off topic and sloppy

lost in an abyss of head.

That is you and I want it.

By Lauren McManus 

[ellemac23]

Hold On To Me

ellemac23:

I swagger through trees

on wings of feathers

colored yellows and orange

And into those branches you take hold

Hold.

Wrapped in leaves 

golden and bright

swaying now to music

of soft wind on bass.

On. 

Trumping and bumping

its wrangled branches 

vibrating out to others.

To.

As you hold me together

and wake me one morning,

I sing a melody

of nothing more and nothing less

than a woman's swishing hair on a sun scorned day.

Shining in your eyes as majestic

engulfed in feathers of bronze

wings of dainty lace

eyes of a bloomed flower

and skin of a newly tuned piano. 

The essence of me

Me. 

The grip of you

and the unbelievable, uncollectable

to drifting woods around you.

By Lauren McManus

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Sailing on Lines; made on paper with acrylics

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We are Spring and Rain

ellemac23:

Stripes falling in your face

obscuring me from sight.

An upward push and a backwards sign.

The rain falls upon a surface 

neither solid nor liquid.

A monsoon around us

escalating into a touch of spring.

Spring of reds and pinks

lighting protruding feathers

tickling your skin.

An eruption of sweet laughs

and light breezes;

lines bursting into the sky above.

Spring is the happiest month. 

By Lauren McManus

[ellemac23]

Limbo the game painting I made for my brother

acrylic

[ellemac23]

The Valley

Learn and explore

discover and disperse.

To take on a valley

that's of unconquerable depth

and an outward pulse,

graphing my exhistence

measuring my guidelines.

By Lauren McManus

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Scraping Flesh

ellemac23:

Sitting, gripping my chair

he injects himself

with the look of those around him

covered and indifferent.

The new skin itches

something isn't right.

It bubbles and burns

something isn't right.

His fingers, his nails,

rake into his skin

peeling away the flesh of those

those people.

Revealing he, him, himself

uncovered and different.

Sitting, gripping my chair

I see who he wants to be.

Uncovered I know who he is.

I love him. 

The scrapping dwindles to nothing

as he recognizes.

Realizes and cherishes

the man on the platform.

Eyes turn towards us, intrigued

and curious of a transformation.

Oblivious to it

i cannot hurt.

He cannot burn.

Scrape your skin.