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Happier When I'm happier with a book in my hand Then a joint between my fingertips I like journeying across a fantasy land Rather than getting tipsy off a few sips It isn't hard to understand This feeling isn't rare I feel better with pages beneath my hand Then I am paranoid and scared I'd rather be with my family or friends Telling stories and having adventures Then partying till the night ends But don't listen to my scriptures I'm not your father, priest or Lord I'm just a girl with her own brain When I'm reading I'm never bored For some that might seem insane This is real, unreal The point is this I like to crack the seal Of a book with my fist -Eleanor Hastings Man, I just need to stop trying to rhyme.

 "Thanks"   Goddammit it's whenever he looks at me Nerves start to happen, my heart skips a beat I can't control the breathing, it's getting harder to see I hope he doesn't notice and I hope he doesn't leave I understand that grass is green and the sky is blue But I've never gotten out the words, “I like you” It's seems like it's a pain, but you do it too When the whole world is spinning what can you do Now I have to focus on sucking the air in and out I'm seriously not joking, I'm three steps from a shout I wonder if he knows how that felt, reading it aloud “Thanks for giving me someone to think about” -Ella

Crush Euphoria All I did was open my door Answer the phone Watch the words scroll down the page I listened and I laughed I read and I was surprised Damn My heart hurts It clenches down Threatening to burst His smile follows And all I can do is hide Behind my scarf Blue eyes What is this Shit God there is light Light from my eyes And fingertips Here is a smile I'm rolling off a natural high Better than a mountain I fell asleep smiling Woke up the same That's not normal Not for me I'm never there Never been here before I can find imperfections in perfection I could get disappointed from a winner I can lose hope in the best Not sure why Or how about how? But that's not coming up Flawed But all I see is him Making me feel Strange and wonderful I know I should be cautious But I'm just not When I'm with him It's too easy To just fall Biology and c...

A Little Rusty I can't keep a verse in rhythm It loses it's vitality, it's omnipotence For me that's like a sin Some people don't see how that makes sense See with all this rhyming Sort of like a poetic rap You have to think of timing But really this is crap Damn it was like second nature Rhythms used to come to me Cool, sweet and pure This used to be easy But somehow through the years Something got old One of my greater fears Is my talent leaving me cold I can't lose this Passion is where I reside This puzzle piece fits I can't just say 'I tried' Music will taunt me The musician's voice raps His words connecting constantly But for me, it's like running laps Hell I hate this work Trying to get out something That doesn't just rhyme with fork Maybe if I could sing Digging around in my brain Clicking noises in my throat Jesus it's like I missed the train I...

Believe I believe in the trees that stand above me. I believe that when the wind is cold it's an excuse to give someone a hug I believe that the seeds will grow with water I believe that there is magic in the world I believe that love can conquer, and that war is like poison I believe that true happiness is found in family I believe that great memories are made by friends I believe that I own too many jackets I believe that I love to be warm while it's cold I believe that life is too short to discriminate against people who love, look or act unlike oneself I believe that snow can be both beautiful and freezing. I believe that camping is fun I believe that wildlife can be dangerous I believe in inspiration I believe in true love I believe that dreams are the most powerful guide we can have. I believe that everyone has kindness inside them. I believe that everyone has anger inside them. I believe that laughter makes anyone feel bett...

I think I think he would have held my hand Walked with me around the park so I wouldn't get lost I think he would have leaned down and kissed the top of my head Like those soft black and white photographs you see on Hallmark cards I think he would teased me and pulled my hair And he would have made me cry I think he'd try to make me laugh And he'd succeed like his Dad I think I'd yell his name through the house He'd heavily sigh like little boys with so much to do I think he'd play baseball and I'd watch Since I'm horrible at sports I think that when we went out He'd be sweet and play with me I think maybe he'd ignore me Ignore me pulling on his sleeves I think he'd get to that age That when I followed him around on the playground He'd tell me to go away I think he'd say sorry afterward I think that when I went to his high school I'd be known as his little sister ...

Understand Let me hold your hand While I ask of you this command; Push me over the edge Paint my eyes with colors So I can see what you are saying Fill my head with the music Of your mind So I can fall into your world Capture a frame of thought And hand me the photograph I want to know what you think I want to taste your creation I want to see the inspiration Fall from the movie seat To the front seat and drive Twirl and spin me Through a dance To show me your opinion Take advantage of the magic Spell me a tale of truth Spin fire with words Lash out your work And let me feel the burn So push me over the edge Let me fall into your reality I want to know you're thinking I want to feel like I'm part of that story I want to understand your mind Like clockwork the cogs turn And I will listen I am the audience You are the artist Make me believe in you -Ella Hastings

Create Paint splatters hit the desk The edge of my pen Stuck in the tip of my teeth Ink tastes bitter Sweet Scratching along the parchment of my tongue Their words spill Hot, red, passionate From my Mouth to your Eyes Can you feel my emotion? My creativity? Spurting from my veins my arms tremble Visibly vibrating from fear The hot liquid Hitting the canvas The notebook, the music the instrument, the stage This bulletproof vest Worn from wear through each new Attack Of my mind Having to dive down Drowning in my chest Pushing through a boundary Every time I pick up a pen Bite at the edge swallow the ink Take the first step the first bite Sing the first note Say the first line Every time I believe I can I lose control and Create. -Ella Hastings

Concrete Heart Inside the man-made ribcage The city wakes up slowly Sunlight trickles down roof shingles Crisp air begins to thaw Gray fades out into color Vibrations of sound Tremble through empty streets Green light, yellow, red It's like the city whispered “Go” Movement commences Shoes click, shuffle and step The city starts to dance What the living organ needs Pressure release Hot air increase The cash register chimes Smells of coffee, breakfast food Bagels and cream cheese The empty streets yawn, stretch Cars start to pace Screeches like an animal One second stutter Before continuous chaos Early morning music The heart of the city Not the middle The mirror of noise Alone, quiet, safe Undisturbed in the hand Of city's skeleton life Metal in the earth Unbroken morning light Carved letters mark names Fallen leaves cross concrete patterns Shaking with vibrations of life Echoing the heart b...