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Weeds A gray world painted cold Cracks of shadows Black meets white Thousands of footsteps Ghosts in the sky Tremors of lost songs Giants stand motionless Dead inside Concrete slabs replace hearts Streets filled with nothing Silence Footsteps echoing A gray world painted cold Cracks of shadows Black meets white Repeat, Repeat, Nothing changes Each day Nothing different Thousands of footsteps No sound Ghosts in the sky Giants hold steady Metal bones Crumbling structures Wind shudders through Streets of gray Black meets white No noise Repeat, repeat Wait Cracks in shadow Break in black Small Unknown to quiet Vision louder than words Something Wait, Wait, What Gray meets white meets black Meets Meets Meets meets Repeat what Color Cracks in shadows Cold wind ceases Gravity waits Concrete hearts thrum Metal bones creak Glass eyes blink Gray fades to white ...

Red The color Drips slow Off knives, towards ground Off fists Closed knuckled Belts snapped Broken bones Danger Red The color Spreads on the horizon Deep vibrant Sunrise Magenta, pink, wine Pours down drains Throats Slick between teeth Red The color Stains shirts Lipstick smears on neckties Passion push Pomegranate Fruit of desire Juice of rubies, garnets Fall from trees Red The color Face flushed Scream of something new From the old Pale fingers Small and round Underneath snow Blood rushes Red The color Pain spreads Crisp and crackle Music of basic element Smoke to light Fluid dance Fire burns Color Red The color is red. -Ella

This is who I am Knots in my head Criss-cross lines that don’t make sense Two tangles of membranes Heart strains Coughing up blood Chalk on a blackboard, I’m making a big deal out of nothing It's something big into something small I’m drowning And flying It’s a confusing day This is what I do -Ella

Let me be in the woods If not tonight Then in my dreams Please Let me be in the woods Let me be near the trees With earth beneath my feet Wind chilled against my neck Arms with goosebumps Let me be in the woods Let me smell the scent of pine Rainwater washes away pain Surrounded by Mother Earth Pine needle cushions and blankets of stardust Let me be in the woods Let me hear running water And see the soft green light Sun pours through cracks of dust When sunset falls Let me be in the woods Let me feel the calm The peace that surrounds Mystery and danger so softened By beauty, please Let me be in the woods Let me go home Where I was born from the earth Surrounded by water and green Sunlight through branches Smells of pure relief Let me be in the woods -Ella

Fix I’m tired of being stretched so thin That it hurts to breathe I’m tired of knowing that with time, pain goes away But that now I have to wait I’m tired of being on the verge of panic Constant sobs always being choked down I’m tired of going to sleep To avoid the chaos of every day I’m tired of having my nightmares Wake me up in the middle of the night I’m tired of missing the warmth Of something I can never have I’m tired of losing happiness When I’ve done nothing to deserve it I’m tired of the weeks melding into one So that nothing seems to get better I’m tired of doubting my laughter Because I know this won’t last I’m tired of feeling inadequate And seeing a blur in the mirror I’m tired of being angry enough to scream But unable to justify the mess I’m tired of getting hit by life And knowing there is nothing I can do I’m tired of trying to be strong To prove that I can I’m tired of being tired...