http://www.writerscafe.org/Elaenor%20Cummings The original writings of author Elaenor Aisling en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1369012851 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What I said, I meant. Always means never ever forgotten.I will forever bear the brandof two hearts bruised. Mine included. Let me take the blow I give, I caused the pain, let me suffer it gladly. If I were to break a heart,pray let it be mine. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1133503/ Masquerade Hollow eyes in haunted facesConcealed by lead and lace, Pale as the pearls They loop around their necks, Beautiful nooses the hangmen wait eagerly to tighten.  We suffer under the grip Of corsets pulled to tight.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1119902/ I know the beginning is lame, but read to the end... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1102772/ "One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." -Jack Kerouac http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1076836/ I shiverin the cold of yet another winter day. It matches my mood, sullen and greyBut with the general good weather frontI put on as I go out the door.  Cloaked in false sunshine, I cast my empty raysTo anything and everyoneT.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1063726/ Going nowhere todayLeft everything behindNo burden bends my backRaw in mind, spirit and soulI wander, alone. Bare, blank, unfettered,Elated in the new found freedom Of self definitionI run, Into nothingness.  http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1050529/ Leave, she said             He did, thedarkness in his soul Guiding him from the sickly glow              &nbsp.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1045640/ Youth, my beautiful lieForever weaving falsehood’s webAdding more threads as the years slip byTo cover the fraysBegun by TimeFor the work is too delicate to patch.  Death, my painful truth, You watch my futile fiction growW.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1031924/ I found myself driftingthrough eternitytethered to earth by a few heartstringsI feared would snapIf pluckedThe birds of paradise, my companions, soared about metheir myriad feathers my cloakas they lighted on my shouldersshielding me from skeptical eyes. Time reached out to take me,his smooth hands .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1031528/ How I would wish my final moments in life... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1029566/ I loved youas man was meant to loveSelfless,quiet, as few have saidThreesimple words, And meantthemAs I didwhen they fellLetter byletterFromtrembling lipsTo meet thecold stoneWhichencased your heart.  Eachshat.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1021120/ Wander till no path remainsTill eternity is oe'rtrudging, an aimless travellerUpon untrodden land Sleep till dreams come no moretill time falls into spacedreams drifting, an unanchored shipupon a waveless sea  Feel no more in tired feetSunk in the dust of a thousand roads Let the.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1020406/ On this battlefield unknown I make my final standThe armies of ignorance stretch before me aUntamed, unchallenged, uncheckedI clutch my pen, its fading ink a feeble bladeWith which to smite a strengthening foeFew comrades have I nowA thousand light brigade charges have failedSwallowed up in the vast.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1004698/ The raven flies o're yon Rowan treeWhere beneath your cradle liesIt's branches sing a gentle songA haunting lullabyIt should be church bells that you hearNot the Rowan's pagan songBut death reached you before the priestBecause he tarried long'twas no room in the old church yardFor those untouched by.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1004649/ Eternally, the sound of Hope’s wings echoBeating in fervent, passionate, rhythm. No sky or land is refused her presenceHer gentle countenance appearsHer spirit pouring forthTo wash men’s fears awayAnd light the darkened lanterns.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1003002/ Mother’s hands were callousedThe nails cut shortThe veins protrudingLike branches beneath a blanket of sun darkened skin. Smooth as the stones Which are washed by the wavesBeaten against shores of workFor countless years, rou.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/1001681/ I really don't know where all these poems involving death come from... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/993522/ The wise blood pulsed withinher veinsFirst the sixth sense andthen the seventhHer mind was sick of selftaught lessonsThe clock struck the tenthhour, and then the eleventh.  Her eyes saw colors their’scould notBut names had .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/989797/ inspired by Bernard Cornwell's Agnicourt http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/989796/ When the fog of privilege clears away... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/986235/ A man's remembrance of his wife. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/977116/ Inside an Anorexics mind... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/969657/  I'll leave you to your ivory towersurrounded by your booksdrowning in the inkof a thousand unwritten pagesthat flows about the floor. Your letters wilt in your handthe A aboished, its pieces meltingin B's primordial bogYou can't tame them anymorenow bereft of your muse.  Wretche.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/966915/ A musing on the bronze sculpture, 'Veiled Dancer', greek or roman, I don't recall which. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/966623/ A random take on the ideal of Justice being blind, like the statues where she wears a blindfold.... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/962547/ My attempt at a post-apocolyptic zombie story. Written by request for a friend. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/961163/ A long/short story I wrote several years ago, an experiment on learning to get inside a character's head. Certainly not my best work, but tolerable. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/960327/ Allowing the mask to be put back onThe darkness closing in over sun-starved eyesEvery cell in the brain railing against the idealOf going back to where it has languished so longIn such blankness, emptiness, unchallengedBy light or color.  The only senses alert enough to stirAre .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/949048/ I wrote this during a mission trip to Haiti my senior year of highschool. We were focusing on visiting different orphanages to give the kids some much needed emotional attention. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/945257/ From such a gentle spiritcame such a harsh reubukeand from such a verdant lifeOh, such an arid death!  What hope once bloomedwithin thy breastuntil replaced by a blossomof such deep despair.   The fates did deal thee a bitter handsuch cruelty thou suffered, to be taken .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/933196/ Being a fan of the Mentalist, Criminal Minds and Bones, Im not surprised the content ran into my poetry... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/886414/ A simple poem describing a homeless woman's view of the world. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/843756/ My Samhain (Celtic New Year, aka Haloween) story for this year, a little piece about Anne Boleyn, second wife of Henry the VIII (2nd of 6, I might add) She was beheaded in the tower of London and her http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/811430/ The letters I'll never send, dearthat shall never reach your hand,but sit hidden within my mindunwritten, unknown, and unread. The words I'll never say, dearthat shall never reach your earbut stay locked behind my lipsunheard, unknown, and unsaid. The things I'll never do, dearthat shall n.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/804462/ Pray let me rest, oh spirit! No longer trouble my thoughtshast thou not troubled me enough? My body destroyed did not satisfy? Thou gluttonous fiend! Always wishing moreyou would steal the very crumbs from a beggar child's mouth. you stole them from mine. Curse thy gree.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/804458/ Inspired by the movie Rigoletto, a very old one, but a favorite of mine from childhood. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/789481/ You found yourself in a paradise of strangersall going one direction or another,though none towards you. You stood alone on the sidelinesnot sure who to followwhere to go Seemed everyone had a placeexcept you. But then, you decided to make your own wayand took offthroug.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/786559/ In shamblesyou layNot one brick on anotherNo stone left unturnedFlat-lineddestroyedlostThere was no choicebut to rebuildSo you tried. But the bricks they wouldn't stay They kept fallingIt exhausted youand you gave up for the time being. Till they reached outand gav.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/777428/ This isn't meant to be creepy, but rather sad and real. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/776146/ The making of the Book of Kells http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/775687/ Take from it what you will. I cannot even explain it myself. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/774194/ A ballad of William Wallace http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/773898/ Lone footsteps down an abandoned hall... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/773889/ A reverse on the human quest for immortality... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/770135/ Dark you stoodIn fields of whiteStreaks of redPunctuating The tranquility.  Broad you stoodBy the wood shedStreaks of redSlicing The wood.  Silently you stoodIn the quiet room Streaks of redStainingThe carpet.  Bravely you stoodOn the fieldStrea.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/764493/ Inspired by an illustration... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/760872/ What history means to me. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/758319/ I watched you in your savage beauty... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/758291/ Adam and Eve after expulsion from the Garden of Eden. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/750797/ A silent place, for a silent man. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elaenor-Cummings/748426/