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It's like he doesn't belong here. He belongs somewhere else Somewhere different Somewhere better He's what I'd call unworldly Overcome with the consciousness of how he's staring at me Making me feel as if I should impress him with my breath I've never met anyone quite like you I have to resist casting my eyes Slipping my fingers through yours Leaning in when you're close My mind drifts to darker, secret places Where your lips touch mine Dreams in the darkest of nights I wish I had a fix for you Yet your energy makes my insides quiver You fascinate me, you confuse me You annoy me, you inspire me Every time I ache to tell you And let you inside I want to share the air in my lungs with you I want you to hold me too tight Your eyes to find their way to mine Corrupt me with their stories I'm lucky I can still stand you Feeling this way when you're around Whispers of warm breath on my skin I shiver to r...

Water There once was a girl With long pale hair And eyes like the sea When she sang The mountains swayed When she danced The stars sighed When she played The Gods laughed She knew many things And many things knew her The girl with pale hair and eyes that could see She danced for Gods and Goddesses And they loved her So they named her Water For she was smooth like the current Powerful like the tide And beautiful as the waves One God fell in love with her And presented her with Air Another dancer With moves light and quick But she was Water And when she danced with Air She froze So Water denied the God And danced alone The God returned again Enamored with Water And presented her with Fire A singer whose voice could spark anyone’s heart But she was Water And when she sang with Fire She whistled instead So she denied his gift And sang alone The God was angry He was sad that she denied his gifts But before he gave up He tried again And gave her Eart...

The Impulse All those crazy thoughts Ripping through your skin Every time you see it That one thing that makes you Perfect The one person that makes you Invincible That one feeling that makes you Pulse, through each and every boundary Wrecking all the rules Forgetting all your senses Not knowing what is up or down All you know is this Feeling The fire rushing through your veins The wind whipping your heart The angel and devil on your shoulder Once in a lifetime do they agree Follow it, Break it, Lose it, Fight for it So that every day is like the 4th of July So the constellations turn into fireworks And the world becomes a playground Because every battle you win doesn’t matter You’ve already won the war. -Ella

The Wolf Something about it hums with life Encased in cut glass and concrete I half expect to see it breathing Life-like perfection, it howls to a ceiling covered moon Beauty in shards I wait until it bites at me Snarls and raises its hackles Draws back its ears and becomes real Not just the sculpture I see But the wolf I can feel I stand before it Eyes piercing layers of reality I can see it shake and tremble "Come alive" I whisper Half afraid it will Half taunting it to obey When I reach a timid finger forward To caress its broken coat My head flutters Still swooning I make my way counterclockwise Reeling from whatever hold it has on me That let's me see past what is being seen Am I challenging it to be awake? Or am I affirming the common belief That while art can breathe It cannot come alive. -Ella Hastings