Archive for ‘Eloise’

November 22, 2015

Poem of the Heart

by eloisedesousa

The sadness within is self-inflicted
Giving my heart to a stranger, a woe
Time is as unforgiving as the witness
To the strangulation of my love that’s grown.
Each to his or her own danger
Of loving the jailor of your heart
Mine is such a tragedy
For I find it impossible to part.
Take heed from my experience
Keep safe the pumping organ inside
Save it from the myriad of tragedies
Blowing in with life’s flowing tide.

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April 10, 2015

Poetry Inspired by Mihran’s Music

by eloisedesousa

The crisp rustle of folded paper

Ink stains dancing in vain

Words walking in sequence

Sending a message of pain.

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February 24, 2015

Book Tuesday

by eloisedesousa

Join me later for another chapter of Cecil the Bully.

See you later!
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February 23, 2015

The Voiceless

by eloisedesousa

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Trapped in a skin now slack
Barely enough movement in my back
Crowing noise is all I can say
To greet you through the day
Faces come and go
No kind word left to show
This fading memory
Of what I used to be.

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January 26, 2015

A Day in the Life

by eloisedesousa

Working on the same trend of women today, here is a story of a refugee woman in Tierkidi. When people question why feminists stand up against the inequality of women in this world, this is a perfect depiction of why.

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It’s seven o’clock and Tierkidi refugee-camp is buzzling of early morning activity. It’s food distribution day, and Nyaboth (16) is patiently waiting for the queue in front of her to get smaller.

No one knows the exact number of refugees in the Gambell-region. But we are at least looking at 250.000. More than a quarter of a million people who are dependent on the food that World Food Program is distributing.

The line is moving slow, but Nyaboth isn’t in a hurry as long as she gets what she came for. Four hours later, she has collected all the items her family is entitled to this month. The previous four hours were more boring than exhausting. Now the tough part comes. The 16-year old has to get 150 kilos of flour, maize, oil, lentils and soap back to her tent a couple of kilometres away.

−I have to sell some…

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January 26, 2015

If I Had a Dollar (Why I Am a Feminist)

by eloisedesousa

Girl in the Hat is a woman who vocalises the incredible journey of every woman, every girl through life in a simple, unassuming way that makes we want to cry out in agreement at her words, then wipe my tears, raise my chin and walk strong.

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Because my mother was a painter and a beauty when artists had patrons and a woman like that needed a man to take care of her, so she married a money man.

Because my mother’s mother was a beauty and her mother was, too, and that’s what people said: “She was a beautiful woman,” as if that was the only remarkable thing.

Because I was born in 1966, the year Betty Friedan and others started the National Organization of Women and challenged an industry which required flight attendants to quit if they got married, pregnant, or reached the age of 32.

Because when my mother had me, she stopped painting and started cleaning house and throwing dinner parties and smoking too many cigarettes and crying in the mirror.

Because my mother never told me that I looked pretty because she did not want me to grow…

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January 19, 2015

Colour Me

by eloisedesousa

Pic borrowed from mixedracefamilies.blogspot.com

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Pick a race
I might be
White, Black, Asian
Running through me.

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December 30, 2014

I Pretend

by eloisedesousa

I pretend.
Pretending that I’m human again
Pretending that you’re still my friend
That you haven’t set me free.

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December 14, 2014

Control

by eloisedesousa

Can you feel my heart shake
Every time you hit the brake
Stamping all over me
Turning me into what you want to see?

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December 13, 2014

Reminiscing

by eloisedesousa

Stationery for a time
Failing to see all the lies
Quoting lyrics by the line
Friendship’s broken ties so blind

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October 14, 2014

Our True Selves

by eloisedesousa

We all hide behind those pretty smiles
Hidden tombs of depravation
Glazed behind the sweet looks

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October 5, 2014

Without A Name

by eloisedesousa

The coolness of your lips touch my forehead
I feel the tingling softness of your touch
My body sways unconsciously forward
The thought of you being near me is never too much.

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October 5, 2014

Zero

by eloisedesousa

I begin with nothing.
When I leave I take the empty hopes,
Futile love, passion unspent.
The zero of my body lying
Against the faceless casket
Not seeing the tears I hope fall
For a life filled but now empty.

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September 30, 2014

Heat!

by eloisedesousa

Pushing. Panting. Moving.
Hand in mine, eyes wide open
Writhing as the pain encases pleasure

Forward. Backward. Up. Down.
Struggling to hold on
Heartbeats melting under the heat

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September 30, 2014

Craving

by eloisedesousa

Burning for you
My mouth is dry
Wanting you more than sanity
To quench my thirst.

I want to reach for you
The temptation to pull apart
The delicate fragments of life itself
Just to have you.

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September 29, 2014

demersi sunt in vobis – drowning in you

by eloisedesousa

Dark velvet wings envelop my consciousness
Only stars in my eyes illuminate
The night time of my existence
Everything else falls back in sharp repose
Spotlight focused on you.

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